All language subtitles for Alias Smith and Jones - 1x14 - Never Trust an Honest Man.ia.eng

Must be getting on 2:00.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Would you get rid of that stuff and
come over here? They're coming.

(BOTTLE SHATTERING)

Did you have to
finish the whole bottle?

Yeah.

That way I can convince myself
I don't know what I'm doing.

Probably couldn't shoot and hit
the ground you're standing on either.

Drunk or sober,
Logan, I never miss.

It's my lone remaining
virtue, such as it is.

It's the two in the middle.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Yeah, it is. You
know who they are?

No.

Well, I do. They're
friends of mine.

Now, come on, Preacher, don't
go messing things up for me.

I'm telling you the truth,
I used to ride with them.

Sure. You were probably
their spiritual adviser.

Logan, those two blessed boys
have saved my life more than once.

We hit a train
down in Emeryville,

posse shot the horse
right out from under me.

Heyes, he come back and got me.

Heyes? Heyes.

Hannibal Heyes? Hannibal Heyes.

Preacher, he's got a
$10,000 reward on his head.

Come on, we got
to shoot together.

I can't do it.

Now come on, Preacher.

It's not $250, it's $10,000.

It's $20,000. That's Kid
Curry riding with him.

And they're still friends of mine.
I don't need that kind of money.

They don't mean anything to me.

So, I'll just do it by myself.

NARRATOR: 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 latter-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'll be our secret.

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.

Hey, Kid.

Kid, you awake?

No, I'm not.

We just crossed the border.

We're back in the
good old US of A.

Yeah?

Yeah, I was just thinking, we've
been traveling for over a week now

and we haven't come close
to being arrested even once.

You woke me up to tell me that?

Why not? That's good news.

It's good, Heyes,
it just ain't news.

Now will you stop
worrying and let me sleep?

Who's worrying?

I know you, Heyes.

You can't take it when things are
going good. It makes you nervous.

And your being nervous
makes me nervous.

Nothing to get nervous about.

What you need is rest.

You ought to try
and get some sleep.

Yeah, I think I will.

QUIRT: Howdy, gents.

I'd like to invite you boys to
step with me to the next car.

We're good and
comfortable right here.

You'll like it better there.

Well, now, what could be better
than having a whole car to ourselves?

You boys don't
seem to understand.

Mr. Harlenjen himself is
inviting you to be his guests.

Mr. Harlenjen owns this
railroad that you're riding on.

So unless you have
something better to do,

we could use a couple of
men to fill out a poker game.

You do play poker?

A little.

Yeah, but not with the
president of a railroad.

I'm afraid we
just can't afford it.

You can't afford not to.

All right.

Ace bets.

Ace bets 100.

One hundred.

HARLENJEN: And 100 more.

I'll see you.

I'm in.

Fifty.

I'm in.

Christine, would you please
bring some more coffee?

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(LAUGHS)

You gentlemen said that you
were getting off at Bountiful.

Well, we're less than
10 minutes from there.

Eight, to be exact.

And if you don't mind my quitting winners,
I think we played just about enough.

That's fine with us.

James?

It's all right with me, Oscar.

Good. We'll settle up.

Now, let's see, Mr. Smith,
that's 1,000, 2,000, 3,700.

You owe me

37 cents.

And, Mr. Jones, that's 85 cents.

And, James, it's
an even half dollar.

Half dollar. Here you are.

Mr. Harlenjen,

why would a rich man like you
play poker for 100 chips a penny?

To be wealthy, you got to
know the value of a dollar.

Doesn't change, whether
it's one or a million.

Now, I had a partner once...

Christine, you've had a long night.
Why don't you get yourself some rest?

Thank you. I am very tired.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith
and Mr. Jones.

Miss McNiece.

Ma'am.

She's a lovely child.

She hates my guts.

She's given to the same kind of
emotionalism that destroyed her father.

Her father?

My ex-partner.

We started out in business
together. Did quite well.

But while I was being
very careful with the money,

he was being a gambler.

Nothing worse than a gambler.

Except, of course,
a train robber.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

We're early.

Ahead of schedule.

I've got to talk to that engineer
about going easy on the wood.

Man must think
it grows on trees.

HARLENJEN: Grows on trees.

Heyes.

Can I use your razor?

You can go ahead.
It's in the bag.

Find it?

Not yet.

HEYES: Keep looking.

I'm not sure I want to, Heyes.

Where'd you get those?

Where'd I get... Where'd you get
those? I found them in your bag.

That's not my bag.

Gee, it sure looks
like your bag.

Well, I'm telling
you, it's not my bag.

A Bible.

Well, I'm convinced.
It ain't your bag.

Christine McNiece.
Harlenjen's secretary.

CURRY: She must
have a bag just like yours.

Everybody's got a
bag just like mine.

Oh, that means she has your bag

and your razor.

(GROANS)

Kid.

Yeah.

Come here.

(CURRY EXCLAIMS)

We're rich.

Yeah. These jewels
must be worth a fortune.

Maybe two.

That's one for each of us.

No. No, put it out of your mind.

They belong to somebody else.

We'll have to return them.

Well, like my dear old mom used to
say, "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

Your mother was a crook.

(GROANS)

Heyes, I never
thought I'd see the day

you'd turn against everything
we used to believe in.

But, no, I'm being practical.

You remember how hard and far
they used to chase us for robbing a train

of a few thousand dollars.

What do you suppose they'd do to a
fella who steals a few million in jewels?

Heyes,

something's happened to
you since we went straight.

That's what happened,
we went straight.

(GRUNTS)

We're doing the
right thing, Kid.

Heyes, if something happens and for
some reason we don't get our amnesty

and they hunt us down
like dogs and we spend

the rest of our
miserable lives in prison,

will you still think
we did the right thing?

Wonder if we're
doing the right thing?

ALAN: Hello, Christine.

CHRISTINE: Hello, Alan.

I wish I could've gone with you.

What for?

So I could've been at your
side in case you needed me.

But, I didn't need you, Alan.

Christine, why do
you dislike me so?

Because you're
just like your father.

You look just like him,
you dress just like him,

you talk just like him,
you think just like him.

In 20 years you're
going to be him.

Is that so bad?

It is to me.

(CHRISTINE EXCLAIMS)

What's the matter?

What happened?

Where are they?

Those two men we played
poker with, Smith and Jones.

They must've taken my bag.

By mistake or on purpose?

It doesn't matter. Find them!

(HORSE NEIGHING)

HEYES: That's her room up there.

Now, what makes
you so sure of that?

Faith.

In what? Me.

I figured it out through
the process of elimination.

Now, the folks in town said that Miss
McNiece lives out here in the big house.

Now, so does Harlenjen's son

and all the rest of the people
who work with him real close.

And that makes that her room?

Yeah. Yeah.

See, over in that corner room, that's
got to be Harlenjen's master suite.

Son's gotta be right
next door to him.

I figure that Quirt's probably
on the other side for protection,

Miss McNiece,
she hates his guts,

so she's got to be as far
away from him as she can.

That puts her right up
there in that room, there.

Heyes, you've done it again.

Now all we got to do is
figure a way to get up there

without waking the whole house.

Heyes, you've done it again.

Well, anyway, I
got the right floor.

Mmm-hmm.

Let's get climbing.

CURRY: What's the matter?

We've got ourselves a problem.

Yeah? Well, you
better solve it in a hurry.

'Cause I don't think I can hang
on to this pipe much longer.

Considering why we're here,
maybe she won't be too upset.

But she is gonna be surprised.

(CHRISTINE GASPS)

(GLASS BREAKING)

See if you can find
some smelling salts.

Where?

I don't know where, just look.

But that's absurd.

It's probably your own trail you
followed back here, you blame fool.

Oscar, it is their trail.

Their horses are tied
up outside to prove it.

Well, if they're here,
where are they?

Here, try that.

Well, that's perfume.

Smells strong to me.

(MOANS)

I think it's getting to her.

Yeah.

I think it's getting to me, too.

Kid, you're beginning to show
an amazing lack of character.

Get that Bible over here.

Miss McNiece. Speak to me,
Miss McNiece. Speak to me...

(GASPS) No, no.
Don't... Don't speak to me.

Now, listen, before you go getting
hysterical, we have something to show you.

But why did you bring it back?

Because we're honest,
forthright citizens.

Then why did you come
through my bedroom window?

We came in through your window to give
you a chance to explain these jewels to us.

Before we go to
the federal marshal.

No. You see, the marshal
has nothing to do with this.

It's... But it's all honest
and aboveboard.

Is that why you were smuggling
them across the border?

I think that you'd better talk to
Mr. Harlenjen about this because

they're his, not mine.

Why would Mr. Harlenjen carry
jewels around in a hollowed out Bible?

I can't tell you.

I guess we're just gonna have
to go see the marshal then.

No, wait! Don't go, yet.

Mr. Harlenjen.

I believe you remember
Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones.

From the train.

You won 37 cents from me.

Oh, yes, of course, I remember.

It's just that I'm
surprised to see you here.

We kind of thought you might be.

They brought you
something, Mr. Harlenjen.

(HARLENJEN CHUCKLES)

Well, if you'll all
please excuse me,

I would like to talk to Mr. Smith
and Mr. Jones in my study, in private.

Come on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

HARLENJEN: Gentlemen,
I owe a great debt to you.

Oh, more than a cigar.

Far, far more than a cigar.

I owe the greatest debt to you
that one man can owe to the other.

My profound
respect and gratitude.

And I intend to reward you.

Well, now... A reward you say.

Yes.

How does $100 a
piece sound to you?

Beg pardon? Mmm-hmm.

Did you say $100 a piece for
returning millions of dollars of rare gems?

I can't be expected to
pay for your mistakes.

After all, you picked
up the wrong bag.

Mr. Smith.

And Mr. Jones.

Don't run off with the bottle.

Oh, indeed. Yes, of course.

And before I forget, I
should get you your money.

You don't mind taking
a check, I suppose?

Well, now, checks are a
little hard for us to cash.

We being strangers
in these parts and all.

Oh, I don't think we'd have any trouble
cashing a check of Mr. Harlenjen's.

Certainly not.

We'll just tell the marshal

that it's reward money for returning
millions of dollars’ worth of jewels.

I'm sure he'll vouch
for it at the bank.

Of course, I could give you cash
if it's more convenient for you.

No, no, no. We have to go stop
by and see the marshal anyway.

Oh, what for?

To call off all those men
who must be out looking for us.

Those are not the marshal's
men. Those are my men.

The marshal doesn't even
know about it, does he?

Fact is, nobody
knows about it, do they?

How would you like
to earn another $100?

I think we'd like
to earn $1,000.

In return for this

$1,000, I would require complete
silence from you about this affair.

Mr. Harlenjen, you already know that
my partner and me are men of integrity.

And we don't want to be connected
with anything that's crooked.

Oh, no, no. It's nothing like
that. It's all perfectly lawful,

but it's just strictly
confidential.

All right. $1,000, okay?

For each of us.

That's outrageous.

That's the price.

Very well, gentlemen,
it's a deal. $2,000.

I'm a member of an
international financial organization

that has recently been
in very deep trouble.

One of our members,
a Mexican gentleman,

was on the verge of bankruptcy.

And it was decided the only
thing that could save us would be

a huge loan to
him made secretly.

I made that loan for $5 million.

And the Ingrueso
collection is my collateral.

Now you gentlemen
must see how important,

how absolutely
vital, your silence is.

Mr. Harlenjen,

how much would you have eventually
paid for our silence? $10,000?

Twenty?

Oh, at least. At least that.

But you agreed on $2,000.

Alan, what are you
doing with those jewels?

Just admiring them, Father.

Magnificent, aren't they?

Yes, but I...

I find it hard to conceive of
so little being worth so much.

So little?

You're talking about one of the
finest collections of gems in the world.

I had those jewels checked by
two of the best experts in Mexico

before I accepted them.

Yes, I know that, but to me they could
just as easily be so much colored glass.

So much colored glass.

(LAUGHS)

You know, Alan, it's high time that
I taught you a few of the rudiments.

Now, take... Take this ruby.

Even the layman would know
that if this were an artificial stone,

light would refract around
the edges of it and...

The edges of it...

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Fine specimen of
quartz, Mr. Harlenjen.

Easily worth well over $50.

$50?

JEWELER: $50.

Smith and Jones, if those are
indeed their names, still have the gems.

Shall I call the marshal?

No!

Don't you understand?
They know everything.

I told them all the
details of the loan.

We can't call the law. We'll
have to find them ourselves.

Oscar.

Leave it to me.

Yes, all right. But be careful.

They're the only people who
know where our collateral is.

Don't tell your men anything,
just tell them I want them back.

And I want them back alive!

Ma'am.

I know what you're thinking.

You do?

Yes. You're blaming yourself
because they were in your bag.

But there's nothing
you could have done.

I forgive you.

Oh, thank you, Alan.

No, Alan.

No, Alan! Look, I... Why not?

I told you.

You just remind me too much of your
father, Alan, and he's too old for me.

LOGAN: Hold it, right there.

Logan? James Quirt.

I want to talk with you.

What about?

Business.

There's money in it.

How much money?

$500 now, $500 later.
For you and another man.

What kind of business?

Why, the kind you're
good at, Logan.

Killing.

Come on, Logan.

You ducking the law or did you
come here for spiritual guidance?

Neither. I got a
job. I need a partner.

There's money in it for you.

If you can still shoot as
straight as you used to.

$250 now, $250 later.

Doing what?

Just knocking off a couple of no-good range
birds for a fella working for Harlenjen.

Can't do it.

Sixth commandment.
"Thou shalt not kill."

Less than you have to.

Well, you steal, don't you?
That's one of them rules.

Number eight.

Well, you won't get caught.

What's the difference,
you break six or eight?

The difference is, brother,

for breaking number
eight they put you in jail,

and for number
six, they hang you.

Yeah, well, these
two need killing.

LOGAN: You'd be
doing humanity a service.

(TWIG CRACKING)

Who's out there?

HANK: Mr. Harlenjen sent me.

All right. Come on in.

Sit yourself down,
have some coffee.

All right, boys. Hands up!

CURRY: Mr. Quirt.

Howdy, Mr. Jones.

What's this all about?

Mr. Harlenjen wants to see you. He
asked me to come and bring you back.

Do you suppose you
could explain this a little bit?

As far as I know, we'd be
glad to go back with you.

It'd sure be a shame if you had
to hold guns on us all the way

for no reason.

Well, the boss didn't
confide in me, Mr. Smith,

so I'll just have to do what
seems right and take no chances.

Windy today, huh?

You sure you can't tell
us what this is all about?

He didn't tell us.
How can we tell you?

Who didn't tell you? Harlenjen?

Quirt.

Oh.

Harlenjen the kind of man who...

Well, he's given to
changing his mind a lot?

I couldn't say. Maybe.

That must make
you kind of insecure.

I'll tell you this.

He's a good man to work
for unless you cross him.

And if you do?

Then it'd be smart to
cover your tracks better

and travel a lot faster.

So he must figure we
crossed him somehow?

I reckon so.

Must be getting on 2:00.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Would you get rid of that stuff and
come over here? They're coming.

(BOTTLE SHATTERING)

Did you have to
finish the whole bottle?

Yeah.

That way I can convince myself
I don't know what I'm doing.

Probably couldn't shoot and hit
the ground you're standing on either.

Drunk or sober,
Logan, I never miss.

It's my lone remaining
virtue, such as it is.

It's the two in the middle.

Yeah, it is. You
know who they are?

No.

Well, I do. They're
friends of mine.

Now, come on, Preacher, don't
go messing things up for me.

I'm telling you the truth,
I used to ride with them.

Sure. You were probably
their spiritual adviser.

Logan, those two blessed boys
have saved my life more than once.

We hit a train
down in Emeryville,

posse shot the horse
right out from under me.

Heyes, he come back and got me.

Heyes? Heyes.

Hannibal Heyes? Hannibal Heyes.

Preacher, he's got a
$10,000 reward on his head.

Come on, we got
to shoot together.

I can't do it.

Now come on, Preacher.

It's not $250, it's $10,000.

It's $20,000. That's Kid
Curry riding with him.

And they're still friends of mine.
I don't need that kind of money.

They don't mean anything to me.

So, I'll just do it by myself.

(GUN FIRING)

(MEN CLAMORING)

Sorry to do it to you, Logan, but the
Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

What's good enough for
him is good enough for me.

We'll water our horses.

Carl, Hank, you go first.

Carl, take my horse with you.

All right, gentlemen, if you
will get off your horses, please.

Let's go.

Boys, there's
something on my mind.

And I'd like to
talk to you about it.

What's that?

Well, I guess you know you are in
a mess of trouble with Mr. Harlenjen.

Yeah, you could say
we figured that out.

Yeah, but I can't figure it out.

I heard how you
brought back those jewels

and I don't know too many
people who'd do a thing like that.

And the boss asked me to
bring you back at gunpoint.

Just seemed like...

Well, it seemed like you
were getting a rotten deal.

What I'm trying to say is I'm getting fed
up with the way the boss is doing things.

Mr. Quirt, you're a gentleman.

I think I'll follow my
conscience for a change.

Now if you boys will get on your
horses right now and get away,

I might just manage it to
lose you up in those rocks.

Well, that's very nice of you, but
wouldn't that put you in a mess of trouble?

It might.

But at least my conscience would
be clean and that's the main thing.

Mr. Quirt, you
got yourself a deal.

We're gonna have to work fast.

I'll fire a couple of
shots over your head,

and I'm not a very good shot, so the
boys will believe it when I don't hit you.

If you can manage to
make it up to those rocks,

I'll lead Hank and
Carl the other way.

We sure do appreciate this.

Don't mention it.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Probably.

I'm willing to bet that
makes three of us.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GUN FIRES)

You can't get through there,
Heyes. Come on, turn around.

(GUN FIRING)

Heyes.

I see it, but I
don't believe it.

It's a miracle, ain't it?

Howdy, Heyes,
Kid. Bless you, boys!

Dead, Preacher. Neck's busted.

Sure didn't mean to do that.

Of course you didn't.

His name wouldn't
be Quirt, would it?

That's him.

Well, the Lord moves
in mysterious ways.

That's the fella that hired a
friend of mine to kill you two.

A friend of yours.

Kind of a misguided friend.

But he'll be thinking a
lot clearer from now on.

That is, if his
head ain't stove in.

Why? What hit him?

Well, you might call
it the left hand of God.

I'll be seeing you, boys.

Be seeing you, Preacher.

Thanks again.

You know, Heyes, I feel it's
time for us to be moving on.

Don't you want to find out why
Harlenjen's so anxious to see us again?

Nope.

He'll blame us
for killing Quirt.

Yep.

You know, this is a mighty big state,
not that many people know us here.

I'd like to stay around a while.

Heyes, what are you getting at?

Well, I think Harlenjen'll be
pretty interested in finding out

what we just found
out about Quirt.

Maybe it'll change
his mind about us.

Yeah.

But if it don't change his mind,
how're we gonna get away again?

I'm glad you asked that, Kid.

Uh-huh.

And I'm gonna explain it to you.

But first let's hide Quirt.

What in the name of all
the saints is going on here?

Now just keep your
voice down, Mr. Harlenjen.

'Cause if anybody should come
through that door unexpected-like,

shock of it just might
make my finger twitch.

Everything will be all right.
We just came to talk to you.

About what?

To start with, why you sent
your men out after us with guns.

(LOUDLY) Why? Shh!

Did you think I'd have those jewels put
away without having them checked first?

I didn't think about it
one way or the other.

Well, I did. And I
had them checked.

And?

And as you very well
know, they're fakes.

We do?

Course you do, it was
you who switched them.

We did?

I'm beginning to catch on.

If the jewels we brought back were
fakes, then somebody stole the real ones.

And he thinks that we did?

(TUTTING)

Who else could it be?

If we had the real ones, why
would we be here tonight?

Kind of makes
you think, don't it?

All right. Why did you
come back tonight?

Because we didn't
make the switch.

The fakes were in Christine's
bag when we took it, by mistake.

You gentlemen confuse me
more every time I see you.

If you didn't make
the switch, who did?

Quirt?

Nonsense.

You told him to bring
us back alive, didn't you?

Yes.

He hired two men
to kill us. Hmm?

It turned out one of
them was a friend of ours.

So when the
ambush didn't happen,

Quirt tried to kill us himself.

Well, if what you say is true,
Quirt knows where my collateral is.

He would.

And that would prove your story.

It sure would.

Unfortunately, Quirt's dead.

HARLENJEN: You killed him?

No! No. It was an accident.

And there's a man in town called
the Preacher who can prove that,

and also that Quirt
wanted us dead.

We got a proposition
for you, Mr. Harlenjen.

If you'll cooperate with us now
and get your men off our heels,

we'll get your
loot back for you.

How? We will?

Just let out that you don't
suspect us anymore. No.

We left Quirt's body in a
ravine where nobody'll find it.

Ordinarily we'd have let the Preacher
to give him a decent Christian burial,

but that'll have to
wait for a few days.

Let it wait, let it wait.

I just want you to put out
that Quirt has disappeared.

Nothing else but that.

All right? All right.

All right.

Thank you, Maria. I'll
be back before sundown.

(URGES HORSE)

Why'd you have to
sound so sure of yourself?

You could have said
we'd try to get them back.

It was coming out sounding so
good, I just couldn't stop myself.

Here she comes.

Whoa, whoa.

(DOOR OPENING)

Father?

No, Christine.

What are you doing here?

We're looking for
Mr. Harlenjen's collateral,

right behind you.

What happened to Jim?

Mr. Quirt?

He's dead.

I'm sorry. It was an accident.

You stay right there. Christine.

Easy now.

Come on. Give me the gun.

That's as far as it
goes. Drop the gun.

You, too, son.

Now, let's have somebody
tell me what's going on.

Sir, your daughter has stolen
$5 million from her employer.

What?

That's not true.

Is it?

I only took what belonged
to my father in the first place.

The truth is, Mr. Harlenjen cheated my
father out of his share of the business,

took all his money,
took all his self-respect

and ruined my father's life.

Christine!

I'm sorry.

Well, you've no
reason to be sorry.

Yes. I have.

Because I lied to you.

Harlenjen never cheated me.

And I never realized
what my lying about him

and about myself
would do to you.

You mean that everything
he said about you

is true?

Yes.

(CHRISTINE SOBBING)

You're going to bring charges
against Christine? What for?

For believing in her father?
For having faith in him?

It doesn't make any difference.

She tried to take
$5 million from me.

And that is a thing
which is most intolerable.

I must fire her and I
must bring charges.

If you bring
charges against her,

you'll have to tell the
marshal about the jewels.

And if you fire her, I'll never
set foot in this house again.

(SCOFFS) Where would you go?

Where you would
never hear from me.

I have a lifetime
pass on the railroad.

(WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, come in, gentlemen. Come in.

I want you to have a taste
of the finest brandy ever

to escape the
clutches of Napoleon.

It's imported.

Here you are.

Well, thank you very much.

To you?

To you.

We do hope you boys
enjoy yourselves this evening.

Yes, you'll find wine and
music and who knows what else.

The entire town is here, so
circulate, mingle and carry on.

Thank you. Thank you.

Good evening, sir.

Oh, good evening, boys.

Your son certainly
seems to be in good spirits.

Yes.

Napoleon brandy. $22 a bottle.

You sure do know how
to throw a fine party.

Not mine. His. To
announce his engagement.

Engagement?

You mean to... Why not?

She's a clever and
resourceful young woman.

And beautiful.

And she did what
she did out of principle.

She thought I had
cheated her father.

Well, now, you do have to
admire a woman of principle.

Yes, yes. And speaking
of principle, Mr. Harlenjen,

in the banking sense, I mean,

we kind of thought you might
have something to talk over with us.

Such as?

Such as a little
remuneration of some kind.

After all, those jewels
were worth millions.

Five, in fact.

But, gentlemen,

I've already rewarded you.

If you'd said anything about
money and I'd agreed to it,

you'd have every penny by now,
but you didn't even mention money.

We thought we'd deliver
first and talk money later.

Oh, you'll never have much success
in business with that approach.

You mean, you don't intend to pay
us anything for saving you $5 million?

One doesn't come to be a
millionaire by being generous.

Except, of course,
when it's necessary.

Now what about that
little secret of yours?

The one that would ruin
everything if it slipped out?

Well, gentlemen, we all
have our secrets, don't we?

For example, I did go
to see the Preacher,

and for a little money

he told me the reason why he
couldn't bring himself to kill you.

So, I think my secret is
safe, Mr. Heyes and Mr. Curry.

I'm Heyes, he's Curry.

Well, gentlemen, it's really been a
great, great pleasure meeting you.

I'm sure all those terrible things that
they say about you are not really true.

In any case, if you keep
my secret, I'll keep yours.

Goodbye, Mr. Harlenjen.

And don't forget, keep in
touch. I may have a job for you.

I don't think we could
afford to take it Mr. Harlenjen.

Good night.

Couldn't afford to take it.