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Good morning, Mr. Krock.

Carl, how long have you
been in this business?

Since your dad
hired me 30 years ago.

You ever seen anything
like this Halstead woman?

Well, me and
your dad have seen

our share of kooks in our time.

She asked to meet
with me this morning.

So I'm trying to be
nice to her, you know.

She tells me she can't leave
the land because of her dogs.

She's got 200 of them out there.

What will happen to
the dogs, she says.

I tell her to turn them
loose, they're carnivores.

Does she expect me to
pass on a $20 million

project for a bunch of mutts
she rescued from the pound?

Well, there's no telling
how attached some people

get to their animals.

I swear, my father's not
the only lunatic running

around loose these days.

Oh, uh, your sister's
waiting for you in the office.

Great.

That's all I need.

I wish she'd get married already
so she'd get off my case,

start worrying about her nails
like any normal woman her age.

Linda, I don't have a lot
of time this morning, so--

What's new about that?

So if it's about why I
don't come out and visit Dad,

just leave it.
- Why don't you come out?

Because it's
depressing, that's why.

The man used to be a giant.

He built a huge
company out of nothing.

He was a dynamo.

Now he doesn't even
recognize his own son.

Oh, he recognizes you.

Sure, he does.

He thinks I'm Sir Lancelot.

Our father is on Mars, Linda.

It's not easy
taking care of him

and keeping that huge house up.

I told you yesterday
the handyman quit again.

That's the third one this month.

This whole thing
isn't on your shoulders.

You've got a housekeeper.

You know how old Marianne is.

She can't do that much anymore.

Well, then fire her
and get somebody who can.

You can't just throw
people away like that.

That's what I'd
do if I were you.

You got to start thinking
about your life too.

You ought to get rid
of the old woman,

put Dad in a nice,
comfortable home

somewhere, and then sell that
white elephant of a house.

It's an eye-sore anyway.

That's exactly what I'd do.

I know.

But luckily you take
care of Dad's business

and I take care of Dad.

Now what about the handyman?

Well, I called the
temporary manpower agency.

They said they'd send--

Excuse me.

My name is Jonathan Smith, the
manpower agency sent us over.

Speak of the devil.

It's probably not the
best choice of words.

Pardon me?

Uh, nothing.

This is my partner, Mark Gordon.

Well, Smith, Gordon, look,
I don't have a lot of time.

My sister, Linda,
here, will take

you guys over to the house.

I think you ought to
ride in the car with her

so that she can fill
you in on a few things

before you get up there.

Now, the physical part of
this job isn't that bad.

But it's putting up
with my lunatic father

that might get to you.

If you guys last a month,
I'll double your pay.

Our father is not a lunatic.

What else do you call someone
who thinks he's King Arthur?

Your dad built this place?

My father started from
nothing, he and my mother.

He was very much
in love with her.

He said after he made
his first million,

he'd built her a castle, and
they'd live happily ever after.

And did it work out that way?

N-- no.

Oh, he built the
castle, all right.

But then he went right on
to make his second million

and his third.

The construction
business is hard.

He had to be just as hard
to be a success at it.

Finally, they ended
up almost strangers.

I don't think he realized
how much he loved

her until after she had died.

That's happened
to a lot of people.

Then after her death, he
sunk into a kind of depression.

He just went further and
further into himself.

My brother ran the business.

And my father stayed
at home and brooded.

One morning he woke up in the
castle he built for his wife,

and he didn't know
who he was anymore.

Well, his name was Arthur
and he lived in a castle,

so he figured he must be a king.

King Arthur.

He doesn't hurt anyone.

He means no harm.

He just thinks he's
King Arthur, that's all.

I mean, as long as you call
him Your Majesty and all,

things shouldn't get too hectic.

Shall we go in?

The house needs
a lot of repairs.

The fireplace needs brickwork.

That'll be no problem.

And then there's some,
uh, patchwork painting,

some plumbing.

It's an old house.

Mm-hmm.

Linda!

Who are these people?

Daddy, this is Jonathan
Smith and Mark Gordon.

They've been sent to
kidnap me, to take me away.

N-- no they're not.

They're going to work here,
take care of the place,

take care of the horse.

I can't do all that.

They are spies.

Marion warned me
there would be spies.

Send them away!

Daddy, I need them to help me.

I won't be laughed
at in my own home!

Don't laugh at me, Linda!

Your Majesty, may I speak?

I suppose so.

Your Majesty, we're
just two poor men

who have come here to ask
you for work, nothing more.

We mean you no harm.

Why do you call
me, Your Majesty?

For the same reason
you wear a crown.

Well, that's
another story then.

I'll accept them as
grooms, as squires.

Play your cards right, you
might even get to be knights.

It won't be easy.

It's not easy being a knight.

It's not easy being
a king either.

I'm going to find Maid Marion,
have her make me some tea.

Thank you for the
way you handled that.

Ah, no reason to thank me.

It's his house.

He deserves to be treated
with respect when he's in it.

Well, most people
don't see it that way.

Why don't you go to the corral?

I've got to call the
vet about the horse

and I'll meet you there.

All right.

That old guy really
thinks he's King Arthur.

And what's so
strange about that?

You think I'm an angel.

Maid Marion!

Morning.

What can I do for ya?

Well, I was wondering if you
might tell me where we might

find a Dr. Robert Halstead?

Oh, Bobby, yes.

He's packing up
his office inside.

My name is Gwen.

Oh.

Well, I hope your husband
isn't too busy to take

a look at my horse.

He's my son.

Oh.

And if you have a sick
animal, he won't be too busy.

And if he says he is,
you come and see me.

Thanks.

Jonathan, if you want to get
Galahad out of the trailer,

and I will go see the doctor.

Sure thing.

I can go right this way?

Go, go ahead.

Thanks.

Hey, you want a hand
with those buckets?

Ah, I can manage these.

Oh, there's plenty more
if you feel like helping.

It takes a lot to feed 200 dogs.

Well, I'll be with you as
soon as I unload the horse.

Sure thing.

Dr. Halstead?

Yeah.

Dr. Stern said
you'd be filling

in for him while he's gone.

Yeah, that's right.

It's my father's horse.

Be right with you.

Sorry to barge in
on you like this.

I mean, it looks like
you've got your hands full.

Well, that's OK.

This is nothing.

We have to figure out what
to do with these animals.

I, uh, couldn't interest you
in 20 or 30 dogs by any chance,

could I?

Maybe a puppy.

But that's about my limit.

It's hard enough just
taking care of my father.

Well, one puppy is a start.

That little one will leave us
about 199 to go by tomorrow.

Let's take a look at
that horse of yours.

I mean, can you
imagine this guy?

He gives us 24 hours
to move off the place.

Well, his name sure
suits him, what a crock.

Art Krock?

Yeah, you know him?

He's my brother.

Well, you people
sure have your nerve,

I'll say that for you.

You give us 24 hours
to get off our land,

you kick a poor old woman
off of her property,

and then you expect me
to treat your horse.

Dr. Halstead, I didn't know.

Look, you can say practically
anything about my brother,

and I would agree with you.

If I'd known, I
wouldn't have come.

I'm sorry.

I'll find another vet.

Believe me, I am sorry.

I didn't say I wouldn't
treat your horse.

I just said, you
people have a nerve.

You don't turn sick
animals away on this land,

not for as long as
we're on it at least.

I'll take a look at your horse.

I wouldn't think a
man like your brother

would keep a horse this old.

You have to love an animal a lot
to take care of it this long.

He's my father's horse.

But you'd treat him
even if you thought it

was my brother's, wouldn't you?

It's not a horse's fault he
has a jackass for a master.

My father's not like
my brother, Dr. Halstead.

You don't seem like
your brother either.

There you go, boy.

Well, I sure appreciate
help there, Jonathan.

Uh, it's my pleasure.

Mm-hmm.

You sure got a
lot of dogs here.

Yes, we do, and cats, and
birds, and sick coyotes,

and goats, and
even a fawn or two.

I don't understand people
like that Krock fella.

I know what you mean.

You know, he just
runs the company.

He doesn't own it.

Of course he owns it.

It's Arthur Krock Construction
and Development Company.

He's--

Nah, it's Arthur
Krock and son.

He's the son part.

How do you know
so much about it?

I work for his father.

Maybe he's the one you
ought to be talking to.

Young man, there's
an old saying,

the fish stinks from the head.

If that's the way
the son turned out,

there's no point
talking to the father.

Oh, now come on.

How do you know unless you try?

Because he's a big
shot businessman.

And they all think
with their wallets.

They're all alike.

Mrs. Halstead, I
can guarantee you

that Arthur Krock Senior isn't
like anybody you've ever met.

Maid Marion, there's
someone at the door!

Maid Marion!

That woman needs her
hearing aid fixed.

Hey. you want me to get it?

No, no, it's probably her
who locked herself out again.

Poor dear is
getting on in years.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were
having a costume party.

Uh, you're-- you're
handyman, Jonathan,

said that it would be--
- Jonathan's said?

--all right to come--

Jonathan said?

He has no right!

He's not a knight yet.

He has no right!

Jonathan!

You have no right to invite
people to this castle.

There might be spies.

I will not have
people laughing at me.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

It's my fault. Believe
me, it's my fault.

I should have told you that
woman is one of your subjects.

That is no excuse!

One of my subjects?

Yes, Sire.

I believe she's come with a
petition for Your Highness.

She has?

Yes, Sire.

Uh, well, this has
never happened before.

One of my subjects?

Are you sure of this?

Yes, I believe she's
a lady in distress.

Really?

Yeah, I told her
that King Arthur

would never turn away
a lady in distress,

but perhaps I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

No, no, of course not.

It's just that,
uh, there haven't

been too many ladies in
distress coming up here lately.

You have one now.

Yes, well, um, wait a minute.

Show her in.

Oh, Jonathan, do
I look all right?

You look like a king.

Oh, you never told me he
was having a costume party.

I can't go barging
in there with all--

Gwen, there isn't
any costume party.

Now, I told you that Arthur
Krock wasn't like anyone

you've ever met before.

Oh, yes, but--

Now, don't worry about it.

Just come on in.

I'll be right beside you.

You may approach
us, dear lady.

It's all right.

Now, we will
hear your petition.

My petition?

She hasn't curtsied.

Why isn't she curtsying?

Curtsy?

Look, Mr. Krock--

Krock?

Why does she call me Krock?

Oh, my lord, the
man's a fruitcake.

What did she say?

Uh, she said
her name was Gwen.

That's short for Guinevere.

Guinevere?

You are Guinevere?

Well, I-- I haven't
been called that in years,

but that's my name.

Oh, my lady, can
you ever forgive me?

I--

For so long I have been lost.

For so long, lost in fear,
fear of not being Arthur.

For if I am not King Arthur,
then I am worse than lost.

I am mad.

But I must be king for my Lady
Guinevere has come back to me.

I-- I'm not who
you think I am.

I'm just a woman whose
name is Guinevere.

Then dear lady, I
beg you, let me be

just a man who is named Arthur.

Well, how'd it go?

Well, I know you
meant well, Jonathan.

But there's just
nothing he can do.

He's just a poor, lonely man.

He's locked himself
inside a kingdom

he's made up for himself.

He almost makes
you believe he is

a king of a fairy tale world.

But the bulldozers that are
going to level my land tomorrow

are very real.

Don't give up hope.

I already have.

Thanks anyway, Jonathan.

You must do battle
tomorrow, Arthur.

I can't.

You must.

I'm afraid to
go out, Jonathan.

Afraid they'll take away
my dream of being king.

If you don't go,
Arthur, you are no king.

You know I speak the truth.

Grant me the courage
to go out into the world,

and never let the
jeers of those who

will laugh at me
drown out the voice

of truth you plant in all men.

Give me courage to dream dreams,
and strength to make them real.

And if this be madness, that it
would only serve your purpose.

And I'll envy no man
the world calls sane.

Brave knight, rein your
dragon in, or defend yourself.

Ah, get out of
the way, you maniac.

Maniac?

For that, the dragon shall die!

Charge!

He cut the fuel line.

It's dead.

Hot dog, I killed the dragon!

Father, are you all right?

Of course I'm all right.

Arthur?

You know me?

Have we met before?

Arthur, you gave me
my start 30 years ago.

We were best friends.

You speak like a friend.

But if you take
this lady's lands,

then you serve a wicked master.

You want us
to leave, Arthur?

You ask me that
when we do battle?

I have no battles
with you, Arthur.

What a noble heart you have.

Then, in the name of justice and
for the sake of our friendship,

go and let us fight no more.

You've got it.

All right, pack up and
let's get out of here.

We'll come back
later for the dozer.

What are
you talking about?

We've got a court order.

It's his company.

If he wants us to
leave, we leave.

Oh, come on, Carl.

The guy is crazy.

Why listen to him?

Because I work for
him and so do you.

Because he's my friend.

Let's go.

Father, you won.

Yes, I did.

Dear friends, let us
go back to the castle

and let Maid Marion
prepare a feast

in celebration of the
triumph, not of Arthur,

but of justice and friendship.

I want to talk to you, Smith.

Yes, sir?

Exactly what is
this supposed to be?

Well, it appears
to be a newspaper.

I know it appears
to be a newspaper.

I'm talking about what
is inside the newspaper,

the little human interest
story on the inside section,

titled King Arthur rides again.

It's attributed to a handyman
named Jonathan Smith.

Well, this fellow just
started asking me questions.

And I-- I haven't had much
experience with reporters, so--

Don't play dumb
with me, Smith.

I'm seriously considering
suing you for libel.

Well, I don't think you'll
find anything in that article

that I said that isn't true.

Let me tell you something.

I'm going to have that old man
declared legally incompetent.

I'm going to take
over his affairs.

I'm going to sell this white
elephant once and for all.

So enjoy your job, while you
still have a place to work.

You would take your
own father to court?

I've said all
I'm going to say.

Oh, come on, he's your father.

You know, he's got a picture
of you beside his bed.

That's not a picture of me.

It's a picture of Sir Lancelot.

What is that your
business anyway?

What are you, a reporter?

Who sent you here?

You did.

You're a spy.

Somebody sent you here.

You know, Mr. Krock, that's
exactly what your father told

me the first time I met him.

And you call him crazy.

Now, come on, man,
he's your father.

Why don't you go
inside and talk to him?

I said I'm through
with talking.

Louise, send a car
to my father's house.

Just send the car.

Lancelot, my boy,
you've come to see me.

I am your son.

Yes.

Yes, you have been
like a son to me.

It pleases me to
hear you say that.

I feel like a father to you.

Oh, you do, do you?

Why are you angry?

Because you've never
been like a father to me.

You paid for my
schools, but did you

ever once show up like any
normal father, did you?

You were always too busy,
too busy building an empire.

But I-- I love you.

You are the heir--

Don't say that.

I don't want it.

I don't want it from
a man who had to go

crazy in order to tell me that.

But you know something?

You were right.

You taught me what
was really important.

What was that?

The bottom line.

That's what.

Not the words, but
how those numbers

add up on the very bottom line.

I taught you that?

Oh, I learned from the master.

I wanted a father.

All I got was the
promise of an empire

that would one day be mine.

Well, that one day is right now.

And I'm taking it.

And nobody is going
to stand in my way!

Lancelot, my son!

My son.

My son.

It's getting cold, Sire.

Oh.

I thought you might need that.

Thank you.

If you'd like to
be alone, I'll leave.

No, no, stay with
me a while, Jonathan.

All right.

A man-- any man, let's
say, not necessarily a king--

a man sets out to
build an empire.

Why?

Ambition, I'd say.

Is it a wicked thing?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

God gives each one of
us certain talents.

I don't think it's wicked if
we want to use those talents.

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

I swear to you, Jonathan,
it did not start out

to be a wicked thing, Camelot.

It was meant to be a
special place, full of joy,

not hatred, not sorrow.

I know that, Sire.

Then how did it happen?

How did it happen?

I think there needs
to be a balance.

Ambition isn't the
only gift we're given.

We're given strength and
courage, many things.

But when any one of those
things outweighs all the other,

we're out of balance, like
a man trying to carry a yoke

with only one pail of water.

Ambition, it causes so much
pain, so much loneliness.

If only Merlin were here to
work some magic, to cast some

spells.

Oh, it doesn't take
magic to cure loneliness.

It just takes love.

It's too easy.

Oh, easy for some,

very difficult for others.

Sire, it takes a lot of
courage to stand naked

without any armor
for protection,

to open up your arms to
another human being and say,

I love you.

That's as vulnerable as
you'll ever be in this world.

But it's worth it.

You are a strange
man, Jonathan.

What kingdom are you from?

A heavenly one, Sire.

Father, can I speak
to you alone, please?

Not alone, I want him near me.

All right.

Daddy, this is a summons
for you to appear in court.

And I want you to try and
understand what I'm saying.

This is very important.

I'm listening.

Daddy, Art, the one
you call Lancelot--

My son.

Yes.

He's going to have you
declared incompetent.

That means--

I know what incompetent means.

He has a very good lawyer.

We have to try and find
someone to defend you.

Do you understand?

Someone has to defend you.

A king's knights defend him.

Oh, Daddy, please, please,
please understand this.

Don't concern
yourself, my dear.

I understand many things,
maybe more than I ever have.

Jonathan will defend me.

Daddy, It's bad enough that
you think you're King Arthur,

but if you go in there with
a handyman for a lawyer,

they'll never believe you.

You don't know what
the issue is here.

Oh, but I do.

There was a young boy
who wanted a father.

He was promised
an empire instead.

If he can't have
the father's love,

he means to have the empire.

That's the real issue, isn't it?

Yes, but he may
not see it that way.

And the judge may
not see it that way.

Well, then the trick is to
make sure that they do see it.

The wind is cool and I am tired.

Good night, daughter.

Good night, my friend.

Look at that outfit.

This is going to
be a piece of cake.

All rise.

This court now in session.

The Honorable Grace
Dewitt presiding.

Be seated.

Are the attorneys for both
parties present and ready

to proceed in this matter?

Plaintiff?

We are, Your Honor.

And, uh, the
attorney for Mr. Arthur Krock

Senior?

Yes, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I must protest.

It has come to my attention that
this man is not an attorney,

but Mr. Krock's handyman.

Since the question before us
is Mr. Krock's competence,

I move--

Your Honor, I believe you will
find documents in front of you

that will show that I'm
quite capable of appearing

on behalf of my employer.

I see no such documents.

I believe you'll find
them under your folder,

the yellow folder.

Oh.

This wasn't here a second ago.

Well, it appears to be in order.

Thank you.

Opening statements.

Mr. Hacker.

Your Honor, we will show that
Mr. Arthur Krock Senior is not

competent to handle either his
personal or business affairs,

and we will seek
to have his son,

Mr. Arthur Krock Junior,
named as sole custodian

of both his personal
and business matters

and well being.

And I would ask if
Mr. Krock's costume

be noted for the record.

Noted.

Uh, Mr. Smith.

Yes, Your Honor.

The issue, not only
before this court,

but between these two men,
is not one of competency.

It's one of love.

That's all you have
to say, Mr. Smith?

I think it says it
all, except that you look

very, very nice in your robe.

How I look in my
robe is certainly

not the issue before this
court, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, very much, nor would
the look of my client in a robe

have anything to do with
the issue in this court.

Objection.

Sustained.

Call your first
witness, Mr. Hacker.

You are Mrs. Charles Buttram?

I am.

And you are
employed as housekeeper

to Mr. Arthur Krock Senior?

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Buttram, does your
employer walk about the house

dressed as King Arthur?

Yes, sir.

Does he respond
to the name, King Arthur?

Yes, sir.

What does he call you?

Maid Marion.

No further questions.

Your witness, Mr. Smith.

Mrs. Buttram, have you ever
worked for anyone else, aside

from your present employer?

Oh, years and years ago.

I worked for a Mr. Justice
Hemdale and his wife.

He passed on.

Yes, I know.

He was a justice on the State
Supreme Court, was he not?

And if my memory
serves me correctly,

Judge Dewitt was his clerk
after she finished law school.

What did he wear
around the house?

I thought you looked familiar.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, what did he wear
around the house?

Yes.

Well, if there was nobody
there but him and the missus,

he didn't wear
anything but a towel.

Why was that?

Because that's what
he wanted to wear.

He said it was nobody's business
what a man does at home.

A man's home is his castle.

That's what the law said.

Oh, uh, what name did he
respond to around the house?

Well, the only person around
the house was the missus.

Well,
what did she call him?

Snookums.

Snookums, I'd forgotten.

You-- uh, you said your
employer calls you Maid Marion.

What's your first
name Mrs. Buttram?

Marion.

And
what's your job?

I'm the maid.

No further questions.

And then Mr. Krock Senior
appeared on private property,

on a white horse in full armor,
and drove you and your men

off, preventing
you from carrying

out your assigned task.

Is that not true?

That's true, sir.

Your witness.

Carl, who owned the
property in question?

Why, Krock and Son
Development Company.

And
who owns Krock and Son?

Mr. Krock Senior.

Who's your employer?

Krock and Son Development.

So your employer
ordered you and your men

off his own piece of property.

You find anything
crazy about that?

Well, it's his land.

He can do anything
he wants to with it.

Thank you, Carl.

No more questions.

Mr. Krock, it is
my understanding

that the land in question is
worth close to $20 million

if all the luxury condos you
intend to build are sold.

Is that not correct?

That is correct.

And does
your father agree

with your plan to
develop this land

and go ahead with
the condo project?

No, he wants to let
Mrs. Halstead have it,

rent free, for the next five
years for her bunch of mutts.

No further questions.

Mr. Krock, do all real
estate deals make money?

Not all of them, no.

And is there any
guarantee that all

these condos would be sold?

No, but this real estate deal
looks as good as any one can.

Yeah,
but there is a risk.

There's always a risk.

On the other hand, if the
property remained undeveloped,

it would continue to appreciate,
wouldn't it over the years?

Isn't that true?

Yes, it's true.

But to hand it over to a bunch
of mutts is just plain crazy.

Nobody but a maniac would let
a dog interfere with business.

Oh, oh, Friksy,
you naughty boy.

You know you're supposed
to stay in mommy's office.

You naughty, naughty boy.

Um, Court will recess
for five minutes,

while I take Friksy back
and make sure he's OK.

Uh, Your Honor,
before we recess,

could you just have the
court reporter read back Mr.

Krock Junior's last statement?

I didn't hear it.

Uh, the reporter will,
um, repeat the last answer.

"Nobody but a maniac

would let a dog
interfere with business."

I repeat, court is
recessed, unless you

wish to call my competency
into doubt as well.

All rise.

This court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Grace DeWitt presiding.

Be seated.

You may call your
first witness, Mr. Smith.

I call the defendant, who is
known to those who love him,

by many names, and one
of which is King Arthur.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the
truth in the matter now

pending before this
court, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

I so do swear.

Kings are supposed to
be blessed with wisdom.

Is that not true?

The crown doesn't
make you smart.

If you're a good king, it makes
you think about other people's

problems, not just your own.

Well, let me
pose you a question

that probably could only
be answered by a good king.

If you were this
Arthur Krock Senior,

what would you do with the land
now occupied by the woman known

as Guinevere?

I will let her keep
the land for five years,

to take care of the
helpless creatures who know

the tenderness of her heart.

And then?

And in that time, I would
court her, and try to persuade

her to make my home her home,
and a home for the animals

as well.

And what about the company?

The empire?

Man may build what he builds
in the beginning for all

the right reasons, and
maybe he gets caught

up in it all, out of balance.

And he loses something more
precious than even gold

if he's not careful.

And what is that?

He loses the one he loves.

And
what would you do?

I would give him that
which was built for him

in the first place, the empire.

And I would give him
something that not

even an emperor can buy.

Would you tell the
court what that is?

I would give him
a father's love.

What is your name, sir?

I am--

I am a lucky man, who has all
the love of a daughter who

accepts me no matter what
I choose to call myself,

the love of friends,
old and new,

who would defend me I don't
want to hurt me, Jonathan.

You haven't
answered my question.

Who are you?

I am that young man's father.

And I need no armor, neither
real, nor of the mind,

nor any protection, nor any
crown to stand before you

and say, I love you, son.

I love you.

I love you, my boy.

I object, Your Honor.

The witness has not
answered the question.

He has not said who he is.

Yes, he has, Hacker.

Yes, he has.

Case dismissed.

Daddy-- excuse
me for a minute.

Yeah, sure.

Jonathan, you are not leaving?

I'm afraid we have to.

We've got another
job waiting for us.

We'll double your pay and
make this one permanent.

I'm sorry.

It's a prior commitment.

Just tell
me who the employer is

and I'll take care of it.

I can't do that.

Your father made me promise
to serve no earthly kings.

I understand.

May the road rise
up to greet you.

May the wind be
always at your backs.

May the sun shine
warm upon your face,

the rain fall soft
upon your fields.

And until we meet
again, may God hold

you in the palm of his hand.

Goodbye, my friend.