All language subtitles for Alias Smith And Jones S03e07 The Ten days that shook Kid Curry.eng

Whoa.
Whoa.

Hold it, Kid.

We're not going to make it.

Another five miles and
we're going to be trying to do it on foot.

Well, now that you've figured that out,
what do you suggest we do?

Give up.

That's not acceptable.

Come on, Heyes, you're the thinker.
Think!

Well, the only chance we got �s to split up.

That'll confuse them
and maybe one of us will get away.

How does that sound?

Sounds like one of your flabbier ideas.

Well, the longer we sit here the flabbier it gets.

Now, we'll meet in Ashford as soon as it's safe.

Take care of yourself.

Hey, when's it going to be safe?

Just as soon as I get there.
So long, Kid.

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 Kansas cousins
very popular.

With everyone
but the railroads and the banks.

One thing we got to get, Heyes.

What's that?

Outta this business.

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

First you got to prove you deserve it.

Lom, are you saying, that
all we have to do is stay out of trouble

'til the governor figures
that deserve amnesty?

And in the meantime we'll still be wanted?

That's true.

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

It'll be our secret.

That's a good deal?

I sure wish the governor would let
a few more people in on our secret.

The room is $1 a day, sir.

All right.

Uh, can I have the key?

I don't mean to offend you, but, uh,

that will be in advance.

Why?

I mean, just because your miserable roads
are 6 inches deep in dust.

You know, I got luggage, you know.

I'll have to insist, uh, Mr. Jones.

Why?

The stable man didn't ask me to pay in advance.

Perhaps that's because he has your horse.

All I have is you.

Whiskey or beer?

Ah, a beer, and some information.

Could that be Doc Holliday over there?

Could be.

Fact it is.

Did you say beer?

Yeah, just a minute.
I'll be right back.

I guess you don't remember me, do you?

Not right off.
Should I?

Actually no.

Mind if I sit down?

Public saloon.

You played poker with a very close friend
of mine not too long ago back in Tombstone.

Won $20,000 from him.

That's right.

Were a top-notch poker player named Joshua Smith.

Biggest win I ever had.

Biggest loss he ever had.

Smith in town?

No, but he will be in a day or two.

Feel like a little game?

Right now?
Sure.

Sorry, but, uh, poker is my only game,

and less than five players it isn't.

Glad to oblige you later on though.

Well, Doc, the game I had in mind
only requires two players.

What do you think of these odds?

You deal me 25 cards
and I'll make five pat hands out of them.

Friend,

what do you think the odds are
of you living another 5 seconds?

Pretty good, Doc.

I can't beat you at poker,
but I can outdraw you left handed.

Would you like to try it?

Left handed, no.

But right handed, yeah.

Sorry about that, Doc.

But I don't like to be threatened.

Even when I'm feeling good.

And I hate to be taken for a two-bit sucker.

I invented that pat hand trick
and that's for suckers.

Doc, I got exactly one nickel to my name

and I haven't had anything
to eat or drink in two days.

I'm so hunger I'm feeling nothing
but low-down mean and I'm sorry.

I apologize to you.

Uh, I accept your apology.

But I got to tell you.

I hate being outdrawn even worse
than I hate being taken for a sucker.

Who the devil are you, anyhow?

Your friend Wyatt Earp knows.
Ask him.

Can't.

Wyatt and me ran into a little shooting trouble after that big game.

Came here to Ashford for my health.

Broke and hungry, huh?

And thirsty.

See what we can do about that.

See that fellow over there?

Name's Jorgensen.

Now, I don't mind a man who's stupid.

But I can't stand one
who's stupid and doesn't know it.

What's your name, son?

Thaddeus Jones.

Uh, Mr. Jorgensen!

Yeah.

Join us.

Mr. Jorgensen.

I want you to meet a
dear old friend of mine,

Thaddeus Jones.

Nice to met you.
How do.

Now, sit down, sit down.
Thaddeus here was just asking me

what I thought the odds were
of him making five pat hands

if I shuffled the cards here and
dealt him exactly 25 cards.

What's your opinion?

Oh, well,

I'd say off hand had to be
a thousand to one odds.

That high?

Oh, maybe even higher.

Well, you may be right Mr. Jorgensen,

but I got $10 that says
I can do it on the first try.

First try?

Even money?
$10.

Well, uh, Mr. Jones, uh, why,

why don't we just make it a, a hundred?

No, uh, $10, is all I can,
uh, risk on this kind of bet.

Well we compromise.

Make it 50.

No, no, no.
10 is all I want to risk.

25?

10, Mr. Jorgensen.
That is all I ne..

That's all I can afford.

[Counting under his breath]

25?
25.

Good.

5 pat hands, huh?

Now, let's see now.

I got a pair of nines there.

A couple of aces.

Well, now,

now ain't there supposed to be
some sort of time limit on this?

I mean, even an idiot can see it can't be done.

Any idiot can see
that nine times out of ten,

any dunce can make
5 pat hands out of 25 cards.

This just happens to be the one time in ten it can't be done.

No chance, Doc?

No chance, Thaddeus.

And if it wasn't for the fact that you lost,

I'd conclude you were a confidence man,
and make the sentence even stiffer.

I fine you ten dollars.
And since you don't have ten dollars,

I sentence you to five days in jail.

Take him away.

Next case.

Mr. Shaffer,

you're accused of drunk and
disorderly conduct on a public street.

How do you plead?

Guilty, your honor.

Your honor?

Before you sentence Mr. Shaffer,
may I say something?

Approach the bench.

Your honor, Mrs. Shaffer is going to have a baby.

Their two older children are in my class
and they're wonderful children.

And since Mr. Shaffer
doesn't make a habit of drinking,

well, I think justice will be served best
if he's sent home, where he's needed.

Thank you, Miss Martin.

I admire your concern for your pupils.

She's right of course,

but if you ever appear before me again,
you're going to jail.

Case dismissed.

Your honor, may I say something more?

What is it?

Well,

I couldn't help hearing that sad story
of that cowboy that was sent to jail.

Apparently, all he was really guilty of was

being hungry and not having
enough money for food and drink.

If you'd've put the word drink first, you'd've been more accurate.

Well, perhaps,

but if your honor would permit,
I'd like to pay his fine.

My, my, the milk of human kindness
is getting awfully deep in here,

but you have the court's permission
to pay the fine.

Thank you, your honor.

I don't have it with me.
I'll go get it immediately.

It's $10.

$10.

I think we can find that amount somewhere.

I've found someone.

He's perfect but he might have
to leave town tomorrow.

Can it be done tonight?

Five ones and a five all right?

That'll be fine.

Can you do it tonight?
Yes. Tonight.

Jones, you're very fortunate.

One of our citizens,

our school teacher as a matter of fact,
heard your story.

She has a little more faith in human nature than I do.

She believed you and
since there's the possibility she's right,

I've allowed her to pay your fine
and you're free to go.

But if you're still in Ashford tomorrow,
you'd better be gainfully employed.

That's your good Samaritan sitting right there, the pretty one.

If you're inclined to thank her, do it outside my court.

Thank you, your honor.

All right, Mr. Heathfield where were we now?

Ah, miss?

I don't know how to thank you.

Jail isn't exactly my favorite type of accommodation.

I just happened to be in the courtroom
when you told your story to Judge Morrison.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for you.

I was feeling kind of sorry for myself.

Well, I wish there was some way I, uh, could repay you.

Perhaps there is.

There is?
How?

I, I'm flat broke and the judge
wants me out of town by tomorrow.

Mr. Jones, will you promise,

no one will know I told you
anything other than you're welcome?

Yes, ma'am.

Then come to the school house tonight, at nine o'clock.

I maybe be able to help you again.

I better go now.

Yes, ma'am.

Come in.
Quickly.

This way.

Through there.

You're early.

I wasn't sure how far it was.

Sit down, please.
Thank you.

May I take your hat?

Ah, yes, ma'am.

I made some hot chocolate and some pastry.

Um, wouldn't you be more comfortable
without that ugly gun belt on?

You can put it on the table if you like.

Alrighty.

I wanted to ask the desk clerk what your
name was, but I resisted that temptation.

I should have told you.

It's Martin.
Miss Amy Martin.

You really saved my life.

There's something about a jail.

Steel bars.
Wanted posters.

Bad company.

You're a long way from home, aren't you?

Well, now ma'am, in this part of the county,
everybody's a long way from home.

You're a long way from home, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I ... I could ...

Don't move.

That's right.

Miss Martin doesn't want you hurt.

What he means is your in no danger at all,
so long as you do what we tell you to do.

Turn around.

For a situation I'm not supposed
to get hurt in, we're off to a great start.

You're alive, aren't you?

Yeah, well my fate is hanging by a thread.

You won't be mistreated again, in any way.

Thanks.

How long am I going to be a guest here?

Exactly 10 days.

I better get back.

This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

You want another one?

No, I think that got the job done.

Now, what's all the excitement outside?

Bank was robbed last night.

Well, I think I will have another one.

Joshua?

Hey, Doc.

Doc, how are you?

It's good to see you.

What are you doing in a town like this?

Ah, the weather in Tombstone turned bad, real bad.

Someone said this was a nice quiet place, so...

Now, I'm not so sure.

Yeah, I saw the crowd.

Say, uh, the men who robbed the bank...

did they blow the safe?

Not men.
One man.

Your friend, Thaddeus Jones.

Oh,

Ah, Doc, you must be joking.

Thaddeus wouldn't rob a bank
if it had a cardboard safe

and a welcome mat at the door.

You don't say?

Well, I do say.

The law here think he did it?

Well, look at it like this.

He came into town.

Got thrown into the jail for pulling a con game.

Thaddeus?

Uh, Doc, are we talking about the same man?

Yep.

He pulled a con game.

Well, what kind of a con game, Doc?

The old five pat hand dodge.

He couldn't put them together.

And he couldn't pay off.

Well, they threw him in jail.

But the local school teacher
felt sorry for him and paid his fine.

And last night,

he kidnaps the chief bank teller, who also
happens to be the stepson of the banker.

Made him clean out the safe.

Got $70,000.

But he wasn't satisfied with that.

Left a ransom note
asking for a 100,000 more.

It wasn't Thaddeus Jones, Doc.

He hasn't got that much greed,

or that much imagination.

He's gone.

Found his had in the alley, rear of the bank.

Doc, would you do me a favor
and not tell anybody that I know him?

If I was planning to do that
I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you?

You going to be in town a while?

Yeah, I guess I am.

Say that school teacher?

He make a habit of paying people's fines?

She.

Pretty little thing.

And no, I don't think she makes
a habit of paying people's fines.

Next time you try a stunt like that, I won't miss.

I'll blow your head off.

Well, you're going to kill me sooner
or later anyway. Why not now?

If I had my way, I would.

But you're lucky.

Amy wouldn't agree to do this till I agreed
to let you go when this was over.

Alright, how about setting me back up again, huh?

Oh, you're going to stay there on your face

until I feel like
setting you back up there again.

Tell me something, Mr. Riley.

Why would you rig something
to look like a drifter kidnapped you,

and let that drifter stay alive
to tell what happened, huh?

I wish I had a good answer for that.

Alright, what makes Amy think you can do it?

She wants to think so, I guess.

Let me tell you something so you don't
pull a dumb stunt like that again.

I left your hat in the alley behind the bank.

See my coat over there?

It's going to be found by the river
with a bullet hole in it and blood on it.

That will be after my step-father
receives another ransom note,

threatening to kill me
if the money 's not paid.

Now, I figure when you, uh,
consider all those facts,

you're going to be happy to run
from here as far as you can get.

You know what?

You're right.

You really don't have to kill me.

I'm not stupid enough to buck those kind of odds.

Now how about setting me back up again, please?

I already told you no.

Well, what are we waiting around here for?
The ransom?

My step-father wouldn't pay 10 cents for me.

The ransom notes are just window dressing.

You do have a mother, don't you?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He'll tell my mother already,

that he's desolate and he can't put
depositors' money to personal use.

She'll probably threaten to leave him,

which he'd probably like anyway
and that'll be that.

Then what are we waiting around here for?

School to let out.

In 6 more days, Amy goes back to Boston.

Then I figure it'll be time for me to, uh, disappear.

Wait a minute.

You mean she's not going to be around till...

That's right.

She won't be here when you and I get to say our good-byes.

Is Doc Bronson in here?

He's right over there, son.

Oh, Doc, Mr. Schwedes down at the Bar D, he's been hurt.

Come on!

He's hurt bad!

Say, does this Mr. Schwedes have any children?

Yeah.

Any of them in school?

Yeah, got a boy, 6 to 7, I think.

Why?

Thank the dear Lord.

The doctor says there are no internal injuries.

His leg's broken, and perhaps
a few ribs, but he's going to be fine.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Oh, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

You know, it was so very thoughtful
of you to bring Jonathan home,

you being a stranger and all.

Well, that's what strangers are for.

Say, I notice all these books up here are poetry.

Is there a poet in the house?

Not really.
They're mine.

I don't get to read much, but when I do, I prefer poetry.

Oh, really?

Uh, have you ever tried to write?

Oh, no, ma'am.

I have enough trouble just reading.

That's my secret vice.

Writing, I mean.

I write poetry.

Or try to.

Would you like some more tea?

Oh, thank you just the same, but I have an appointment in town.

Well, thanks again.

Oh, and, um, please,
don't repeat what I told you.

I mean, it really is my secret vice, known only to my dear husband.

I guess the reason I told you was because I'm in such a state of nerves.

Your secret is safe.

Say, there is a way you could repay me, if you feel you have to.

Really?
How?

I'd like to read some of these poems.
Maybe some of yours.

You're joking.
No, ma'am.

I could see why you might think I'd be joking,

but I'd really like to take some of yours.

Maybe all of them.

I could read them tonight and
bring them back tomorrow morning

and nobody'd be the wiser.

You really are joking, aren't you?

No, ma'am.

Your secret vice is writing poems

and mine's reading them.

Glory is a thing of mortal birth

Whose happy home is on this earth.

Art thou a thing of mortal birth,
Whose happy home is on this earth.

'Tis hard to smile when one would weep

To speak when one would silent be
Oh love, native land

Alas when distant far more dear

When he from some crag desert I love ride

With a silent bush boy alone by my side.

When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life

And my soul is sick with the bond and sigh

Yes?

You probably don't remember me,

but I came for Jonathan the other day when his daddy got hurt.

Yes, I remember.

That was quite a thoughtful thing to do.

Thank you.

You know, you sure made quite an impression on me that day, Miss Martin.

Really?

How?

Well, I don't think I expected to see anyone as pretty as you are.

And then when I started asking questions around,

I found out your also were very highly thought of here in Ashford.

I'm pleased.

Did you want to see me about something?

Yes, I did.

Something very important.

Alright.

Come in.
Thank you.

Would you care to sit down?

Yes, ma'am.

I have a favor to ask of you,
Miss Martin, but

I don't exactly know how to ask it.

Well, just tell me what it is.

Well, I am an uneducated, poker playing drifter, with a vice.

Yes, gambling is a vice.

No, ma'am.
It's worse than that.

I write poetry.

And you want me to read some of it?

Well, not exactly.

See it's all up here.

I never learned how to write.

Well, that's very sad.

But what can I do for you?

Mister, I'm, I'm sorry you never told me your name.

Joshua Smith.

I'd like you to just listen to one of my poems.

See, I write them in my head and then I memorize them.

And I thought of a poem not too long ago
that I'd like to send home,

to my mother.

I was hoping that you'd write it out for me.

I see.

They aren't like Mr. Longfellow's poems, are they?

Who?
Book length?

Oh, no ma'am.

Alright.

Why don't you recite it for me, first,

and that will make it easier for me to write it out.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'm beholding to you.

It goes:

Oft since that hour in sadness I retrace

My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face

Oft see thy form its mournful beauty shrouded

In thy black weeds and quaff of widow's woe

Thy dark expressive eyes all dim and clouded

With that deep wretchedness the lonely know

Ah how my selfish heart which senses grown familiar

With deep trials of its own

With riper judgement looking to the past

Regrets each careless hour of time that flew so fast

Stamps with remorse each wasted hour of time

And darkens every folly into crime

Please forgive me.

It's beautiful, Mr. Smith.

Truly beautiful.

Thank you.

It's extraordinary how a man,

a man who never learned to write

can put such tenderness and sensitivity into words,

into exactly the right, lovely words.

I'll be most happy to write it out for you.

For foolish child how pleased was I

When news of Lincoln's victory came

Along the crowded streets to fly

And see the lighted windows flame

To force me home my mother sought

She could not bear to see my joy

For with my father's life 'twas bought

And I was made an orphan boy

This is the most moving one of all.

Have you many more?

Well, now, you've written enough for now, but I do have more.

Then will you come back tomorrow evening?

Yes, ma'am,

but I have a confession to make first.

A confession?

Yes, ma'am.

I came here today because I had to see you again.

I had to see if your eyes were

really the color of the sky at twilight with just a promise of starlight in them.

And are they?

The blue's a little deeper,

and the starlight isn't just a promise.

It's truly there.

Good night.

Will you come tomorrow evening?

I surely will.

Good night.

Good night, Joshua.

Writing a confession, Mr. Riley?

Just the opposite.

Figuring out the annual income on 6 % on $70,000.

It's four thousand two hundred dollars per annum.

I won't have to dip into my capital.
That's nice.

Unfortunately, you left one thing out of your calculations.

What?

Bad dreams.

I never have bad dreams.

You will.

You can't kill a man and avoid them.

I know.

I once knew this, uh, fellah that killed a man.

Made him rich, too.

Poor devil.

Ended up hanging himself.

You know some people just shouldn't commit crimes.

They're not built for it.
I am.

Those wandering veins of heavenly blue

That stray along thy forehead fair

Lost,

lost amid a gleam of golden hair

Art thou what thy form would seem

The phantom of a blessed dream

Joshua.

Morning, Doc.

Now, where you've been?

There are other things besides poker, Doc.

So they tell me.

They also tell me you've been going to night school.

It's got around already, huh?

You couldn't feel as miserable as you look.

I think I do.

You're worried about your friend, Jones.

Yeah, I guess so.

He's long gone.

Even the sheriff's stopped looking.

I heard.

Slaughter is right, I quit.

Doc, how much money could you raise?

When?

Now, tonight.
Why?

How much could you raise?

Well, I seem to have spent quite a lot of that

20,000 that I won from you.

But if it's in a good cause, I guess I could raise,

uh, $7,000.

That's plenty, Doc.

You have the money with you tonight,
because we're going to play poker,

and I'm going to win your whole 7,000.

Didn't you mean to say you hope to win it from me?

I'm going to, Doc.

And when that game's over

I'm going up to my room

and you can come up and I'm going to give you your money back.

And I'm supposed to trust that you'll be there.

Doc, you can go with me.

I won't get out of your sight until we're alone and I hand over your money.

Why don't you come to my room?

Alright,

but you're going to have to lend me 1,000 just to get started,

or it will take all night.

Tonight, Doc.

You mean all this was your idea, and not the pretty little, uh, school teacher's?

All mine.

But I needed her and I needed help.

If I were a little less cynical, you might say I was in love with her.

But I am a cynic, so it's, uh,

just a nice, profitable lifetime arrangement.

You know there's nothing like
committing a successful crime

to bring two nice people together.

Yeah, well, just don't forget, this crime 's not supposed to include killing anyone.

Me for instance.

Oh, well, that were her contribution,

and the more I think about it, the less I like it.

Raise you back 2,000.

Called.

Jack high straight.

$7,000.

Joshua.
Hey, Amy.

What happened?
Where have you been?

Amy, I've not had a thing to eat since noon.
Can you fix me something?

Maybe some coffee?

Where have you been?

Making a day dream come true.

When does the school year end?
In 3 days.

Why?

Because in 3 days, and not a day later, you and I are going to leave this town.

And we're going to go away and live in a beautiful little town in Mexico, called Santa Marta.

What are you saying?

We'll be married of course,

by the Alcalde, a personal friend of mine.

Oh, Joshua.

But we can't, we can't run off together.
We have any money.

How will we live?

Now you ask me where I've been and the whole town will be talking about it tomorrow.

I played poker with Doc Holliday, and I won.

$7,000.

Amy.

Amy, with money like that, we could live in Mexico for the rest of our lives.

We could settle down and spend every hour of every day,

for eternity,

just writing

and loving.

Oh, Joshua.

What was that?

What?

That noise?

Oh, this place is as silent as a tomb.

You're just having one of those bad dreams I was telling you about.

I was having a good dream.

The closer I get to the end of this thing, the better I feel.

Good, good, you just go along with Amy's ideas.

You may be right.

You really think I'm going to kill you, don't you?

Well, I would like to be wrong on that point.

Well, Mr. Jones, as long as, uh,

Amy's not going to be making any more trips down here,

I don't see any reason why I can't tell you.

You, see ...

What's wrong?
Something happen?

Yes.

But, well, nothing serious.

I mean, you aren't in any danger or anything.

You said yes.

What's happened?

Come.

Sit down.

Please.

Look, you're not supposed to be here.

Now what happened?

Huh?

I...

I'm not going through with our plan.

You're, why?

I want to know why.

Well, I can't.

I've changed my feeling about it.

You swore to me that you wouldn't back out.

I wouldn't have gone along with this if you hadn't agreed to that.

I'm sorry.

I'm...

I'm truly sorry, but everything else has worked out as you wanted.

You'll have the money and the freedom to spend it any way you want.

I don't want it if you're not going to be in New Orleans waiting for me.

I won't be there.
I can't.

I don't understand.
What happened?

Nothing.

I just changed my mind.

I don't believe you.
You're lying to me.

Now tell me what happened.

Nothing.
I...

I just can't go through with it.

Let him go or I'll shoot.

I don't think you will.

Why don't you just get out of here while you got a chance?

Leave us alone and Mr. Riley and I will settle this in a nice peaceable manner.

Let him go.

Leave us alone.
I mean it.

Let him go right now, or I'll shoot.

I sure wouldn't take that gun.

Give it to me, Amy.

Give it to me.

Heyes ...

Joshua, I can't believe it's really you.

If the gun hadn't gone off, you wouldn't have to believe it.

I never would have found you.

I couldn't follow too close back there, so I almost lost you in the dark.

My friend's having a little trouble with those knots.

Why don't you give him a hand?

Help him.

I'm sorry, Amy.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I was just someone trying to help a friend.

Thaddeus.

You want to hold the gun or tie him up?

I think I better hold the gun.
My hands are in pretty bad shape.

Who are you?

Oh, just a friend of Mr. Jones.

See, I knew he wouldn't have brains or imagination enough to kidnap someone and rob the bank,

so I just figured it had to be the other way around.

Well, you're right.
You're absolutely right.

You after the money?

Oh, I'm after you, too.

You and the money are going right back to the bank.

You in any condition to ride, Thaddeus?

I think so.
Good.

'Cause I'd like to take this fella in tonight.

Take him, what about her?

She's not part of this.

Oh, she sure the devil is.

No, she's not.

She's going with us alright,

but only as far as the school house.

We'll get there before the children arrive, Amy, if we hurry.

You going to turn me in, you better turn her in too,

'cause I'm going to let everyone know she's in it just as deep as me.

No, you aren't Mr. Riley.

You're not going to say a word.

And you want to know why?

You're going to leave her out of it, because

we're going to give you a chance to get yourself out of it.

Now, we're going to be in town by morning.

Thaddeus will go along with you, just to see that you stick to the schedule.

But you'll have the money.

You'll both go into the bank where you'll announce that you robbed it

and kidnapped my friend here,

but you realized that you just couldn't go through with it,

because it'd mean having to kill this innocent, young fella.

You follow me Mr. Riley?

You're being given a way out.

We're going to let you become a man who's conscience

wouldn't let him go through with the perfect plan that was working like a Swiss clock.

You voluntarily gave it all up and turned yourself in,

and Jones here will back you up all the way.

And all you have to do is leave Miss Martin out of your story.

She'd bring you here?

No, and that's why I don't want her involved.

I used her.

She didn't tell me about you.

I just trapped her into leading me to you.

She came here to tell you she wanted out, didn't she?

Yeah.

Alright, let's get started.

Come on.

Think you'll ever be able to forgive me, Amy?

Do you really care if I do?

Very much.

You could have sent me to prison.

So it should be easy for me to forgive you, shouldn't it?

No, that isn't why I kept you safe.

I...

I figured what I did to you was punishment enough.

What did you do?

Well, I think I made you fall in love with me.

No, much more than that.

You made me fall in love for the first time in my life.

I'm deeply sorry, Amy.
I just didn't know any other way.

Joshua, don't you know what I'm saying?

You don't need to feel ashamed

or ask forgiveness.

You don't even need to wonder if you were right to let me

walk away from what I did.

Do you understand?

I'm not sure.

I once thought there was something missing in me,

something in my very soul.

That I was incapable of falling in love.

Now I know that isn't true at all.

Now I know I can fall in love.

I don't know where I'll go from here, but I'll be alright now.

And I won't do anything desperate again.

But I will fall in love again,

if I'm fortunate.

Good-bye, Joshua.

Thank you.

Thank you with all my heart.

Good-bye, Amy.

She got a whole lot closer to you than you expected, didn't she, Heyes?

Yeah, Kid, even closer than that.

You'll get over it,

but will she?

She said she would, and I think she will.

Maybe sooner than I will.

Heyes, there's one thing I don't understand.

What makes you so brilliant, you could hear about a school teacher paying my fine,

and immediately decide she's the answer, and then you turn out to be right?

Well, Kid, I guess you could call it genius, and you just can't explain genius.

Heyes, if you're telling me you're a genius, you're absolutely right.

There's no way to explain it.

Of course, it helped when the stable man told me

that you rode out towards the school house the evening the bank was robbed.

Heyes...

you are a genius.

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