All language subtitles for 5rFF-swhostage

Hey, Hatch. Leonard Hatch.

If you're addressing me, sir,
the name is Kubla Khan.

Oh, excuse me, Mr Khan,
luncheon is served.

In Xanadu did I
a stately pleasure-dome decree,

and there, from force of habit,

I only dine with royalty.

Your Majesty,
your knights await you.

And my days as well.

Doris Mae!

Shoot straight!

Doris Mae!

Doris Mae! Doris Mae!

What in the world
is going on out there?!

Snake, Ma!
Biggest diamondback you ever saw!

Oh, Doris Mae!
- No, Ma! Don't chop it up, Ma!

Move before I chop your foot off!
- But I wanted it for a trophy! No!

Oh, Ma!

Trophy? What do you want
to make a trophy out of that for?

It was beautiful.

Ain't nothing beautiful about no snake
except the hole you bury him in.

Ohhh, look at that.

That was one of our best hens,
Doris Mae.

That's a shame, Doris Mae.
I mean, that's just a shame.

Hey! Hey!

"Here's a news bulletin.
Patient Leonard Hatch

escaped from Boston's Northfield
Mental Hospital early this morning

and is believed to be still in the
area. This man could be dangerous."

"Five feet nine, slender build,
blue eyes, 35 years of age."

Shot a rattler, Pa.
- Clean out the hen house?

No, not yet.
I was just about to.

What time that fella
bring you back last night?

Oh, about 11.
- After doing what?

You know, this and that.
- Don't give me none of your this and that.

You sashay outta here in clean jeans
smelling like bubblegum to go to movies?

We did go to the movies, Pa.
- What movie?

I don't know the name. We didn't
get there till after it started.

It was all about this lady who hated
this guy. When she went to kill him,

realised she felt sorry for him,
and they ended up in a clinch.

I bet you did!
- Bet I did what?

Ended up in a clinch.
- I'm talking about the movie.

I'm telling you, any boy around here
lays a finger on ya, I'll shoot him.

It was Carl Smathers' boy, Hank.
- That make him any different?

Smathers owns the general store.
- What has Smathers ever done for us

except overcharge us
for those grape curtains?

What else did I get for this house
in the last 16 years?

I never got the curtains I wanted.
- You did too!

I wanted curtains with grape leaves,

not grapes.

What did you do after the movie?
- Grapes.

He showed me how to throw his knife.

Then we went down to the river to go fishing.
- And he didn't try nothing?

Stop chewing at her.
- I ain't raising no tramp.

Just because it's all you went out
with before you met me ain't no sign

that all girls are tramps.
- I don't remember you giving me much trouble.

Only been with you 10 minutes and
you started talking about your
appendix being took out.

You can go and wash off
in the... hen house.

After you finish with the hen house,

I'll be mending fence
over by the cattle guard.

Go into town,
get me some wire at Charlie's.

And pick up a bag of peat moss
while you're at it.

You think you've got it bad?

I wasn't brought up
to live this way.

Think of all the things we would've
had if we'd stayed in St Louis.

What would they have been?

Better than living on a dirt farm,
I can tell you.

I had my pick of...

...several eligible bachelors.

I ain't gonna worry about that,
because I wouldn't have been me.

Hmm? What did you say?
- If you married one of them bachelors,

I would've had different genes and
chromosomes but I got yours and Pa's

so I'm me and I ain't gonna worry.
- Where'd you learn that dirty talk?

You're learning to talk that way
from Hank Smathers, aren't you?

Alls he's taught me is how to throw a knife.
- Don't sass me, Doris Mae.

Genes...

...chromosomes, they make babies.

Good Lord knows, we don't need
no more of them around here.

That's something else
I ain't gonna worry about.

Live long and prosper.

- Hey, Harry.
- Hi, kiddo.

How you doing? How's business?

Oh, so-so. Making a buck.
How is it by you?

Shot me a rattler this morning.
- No kidding!

Must've been five or six feet long. Big.
- Five or six feet?

Skin like that ought to bring
maybe 50, 60 bucks.

You know how to cure it? You nail it
to a board, scale side down,

then you rub it with salt.
Lots of salt. Rub it in real good.

Get it way down into the skin. Then
you take it, lay it out in the sun,

let it dry maybe a week or so.

Hey. Well, I could handle it for ya,
only take maybe 5%.

It'll get us a good price
from a few passing pale-faces, huh?

- Yeah. But guess what.
- What?

My ma chopped it up.

Hey, Harry. I got you that wax.

Hey, DM.

- How's the world treating you?
- You know, same as usual.

- She shot a six-foot rattler today!
- Oh, really?

You know how to cure it?
- I did that bit already!

Only her ma cut up the merchandise.
- Oh. Did you keep the rattle?

That I got.
Yep. Now, how's that?

Whoa! Look at that.

8, 9... 11, 12!

That's a big mama!

A real beaut.

Keep hold of that.
It'll bring you good luck.

And the next time
somebody chops up a snake of yours,

give me a holler and I'll come knock
some heads together. You got that?

Yeah. Thank you.

Come on! Come on!

- That's all of it there now.
- Put your wallet in there, too.

- Come on, come on!
- OK. There it is.

Now, take off all your clothes.
Your clothes, take'em off.

I don't want you following me
down the street when I leave.

Hey, what is this
plastic pea-shooter you've got?

It's a killer gun.
- That couldn't blow a hole out of a...

Come on, get the money back here
and there'll be no trouble.

How have you been?
- Alright.

Saw your truck out here.
- Yep.

Need a hand with that?
- I can manage.

Hey, I had a good time last night.

How about you?
- I'm glad you had yourself a good time.

Wanna try
throwing the old knife some more?

It's all in the feel, you know.

Once you get the feel of it,
you never miss.

It's okay. I ought to be
getting home. You know my pa.

Say, I heard you shot yourself
a seven-foot rattler this morning.

Christ, all this town has to talk
about is some damn snake?

# "Strangers On a Carousel" -
Steven Michael Schwartz

# She was young and kind of pretty

# With a look of someone lost

# He was running from the city

# To be free at any cost

# They were like strangers
on a carousel

# The world was all outside

# And they were waiting
for the starting bell

# To take them on a ride

# He was angry when he caught her

# As she tried to run away

# He grew softer then and taught her

# Things that made her want to stay

# They were like strangers
on a carousel

# A frightened boy and girl

# Two lonely strangers
on a carousel

# Made giddy by the world #

What's the problem? Run out of gas?
- Listen, I ain't that stupid.

Bust my dumb water hose.

You want a lift?
- I'm just headed up the
road a couple of miles.

Hop in, I'll take you.

You from around here?
- No. Just passing through.

Yeah. That's what most people do.
Just pass through.

Can't say I blame them.
Not much to stop for.

You don't sound too happy
with your surroundings.

I can think of better places.
- Such as?

- St Louis.
- Why St Louis?

Oh... I dunno.

- Still in school?
- Got kicked out.

- Oh, really? Why?
- Punched the teacher.

You could get away from here
if you wanted to.

Are you kidding?
My pa would shoot me.

- What does your pa do?
- Rancher.

Well, at least he was
before the foot and mouth.

Now I don't know what you call him
except maybe "farmer".

He raises chickens. He's got me
doing most of the work anyway.

- That's why he'd shoot me if I took off.
- But you'd like to leave, wouldn't you?

What you'd like has got
nothin' to do with nothin'.

On the contrary, my lady.

What you like
is the beginning of everything.

That's my turn coming up ahead
there. Better start slowing down.

Hey, mister!
That's my turn back there!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it, dammit!

Be quiet.

Just sit back and relax. Don't panic.

Ah, ah, ah, ah! If you jump out now,
you'll only hurt yourself.

Just relax. Nothing'll happen to you.

What do you mean?! It's happening!
- You said you wanted to get away.

Where are you taking me to?
- Xanadu!

You're nuts.
- Your formal education
resumes presently, my lady.

Where Alph, the sacred river runs

through caverns measureless to man
down to a sunless sea.

But oh! That deep romantic chasm,
a savage place

as holy and enchanted
as e'er the waning moon was haunted

by a woman
wailing for her demon-lover.

Hey, why don't you just let me out?

Look, I swear I ain't gonna tell nobody.
- Anybody.

If you're gonna rape me, why don't
you just stop somewhere and do it?

Then you can drop me back on the
road and be on your way, OK?

What are you gonna do with me, then?

Relax! You might find it a rewarding experience.
- How long's it gonna take?

This rewarding experience?
- That, my lady, depends entirely on you.

What's that?
- That's Alph, the sacred river.

- Haven't you ever seen a river before?
- No.

And I'll bet you've never been
in the mountains, either.

I've only seen 'em.
- Oh, my lady,

the river is from melted snow
from the fountains and the caves,

the sunny pleasure-dome
with caves of ice.

What kind of pleasure
you got in mind?

I got a right to know
what to expect, don't I?

The only pleasure there is, my lady.
And it's all in the mind.

Welcome to Xanadu.

How like you this place?

They probably found my pa's truck
and are out looking for me now.

Of course they are, but they're not
gonna find you up here.

Whoever built this cabin
came and went on horseback.

I haven't seen a soul up here.
- I bet they use helicopters and everything.

Ah, don't flatter yourself.

- Help!
- Wait a minute. Wait.

Would you like some assistance?

Help! Help!

Oh, help! Help!

No, don't go that way.
It's booby-trapped.

Are you alright?

Listen to me, young lady. I don't
wanna have to keep telling you this,

but any trouble you get into here
will be entirely your own fault.

Three more feet,
you could've broken your neck.

You said you're not stupid so
get up and start proving it.

You sure don't take
any chances, do you?

One never knows
when one's being followed.

Thought you said no-one's
been here in two months.

No-one's been here yet, but you never
know when someone might show up.

Why? Someone after you?

They're not loaded,
so, er, don't get any ideas.

I was just looking for the toilet.
- The what?

Bathroom.
You got one, don't you?

Bathroom? Toilet? John?

Comprende? No?

Stay on this path if you leave the
cabin. The woods are booby trapped.

I bet!
- You know what a booby trap is, don't you?

I said you know
what a booby trap is, don't you?

Well, from now on you
answer me when I ask you a question!

It was your fault.
- Well, whose fault
is it the truck broke down?

All kinds of peculiar people around
here are all after the same thing.

You ask me, she was asking for it.
- Asking for it? The truck broke down!

She was probably afraid to come home
knowing what you'd do to her.

Now it's my fault?
- I didn't say it was your fault.

Well, what did you say?

The girl's got to have some kind of
life besides chores and cleaning...

Been listening to that all the way?
- Yeah. When did you see DM leave?

About a half hour after we talked.
- Alone?

Yeah! Going like a bat.

- Was anybody following her?
- No.

Where do you think she is?

- What's going on in there?
- What do you think?

Come on! I didn't say you could
stay in there all day. Let's go.

Hey. Close the door.

You sure don't believe in privacy,
do you?

Let's go, let's go, let's go.
You know who that is?

No.
- Steve McQueen!

Come on.
Let's get this show on the road.

Look, Sam, this ain't gonna be
no roadshow.

I got an APB all over the county
and the state,

and a lot of questions
to ask here in town,

so take that thing home
before somebody gets hurt.

How's your cooking?
- My what?

Your cooking.
You can cook, can't you?

Of course I can cook.
- Good, then, my lady.

Will thou avail thyself here
and prepare something?

Oh, what would you like? I've got
peanut butter, apple sauce, jelly -

Don't mock me! Invent something!
Have you no imagination?

Imagination turns food into cuisine,

and tonight
you're entertaining royalty.

This night, my lady, you are
dining with the rajah of Sarawak.

- Who?
- The maharini of Acushpihar.

The emir of Iman.

And the Lion of Judah.

- You ever been to any of them places?
- Those.

"Them" is not an adjective.
It's the dative case of "they".

Ever been to any of those places?
- Course! I know them all - and more.

I know the world,
the stars, the tide.

I know the wind and the rain,
the snow and the sleet.

I know what makes the crocodile weep
and the leopard change its spots.

I know the bank
whereon wild thyme blows,

where oxlips
and the nodding violet grows

quite over-canopied
with luscious woodbine,

sweet musk roses and eglantine.

And I know
you're not listening to me.

It's cos I don't understand you.
- Because you're not listening to me!

The rajah of Sarawak
is ready to dine.

You may be seated.

I ain't hungry.

Please, miss,
the rajah never dines alone.

Bon appetit.

Thank you, Bertie.

Dig in.

Not bad.

It's not bad at all. In fact, it's
quite excellent. Won't you join me?

You know...

There's nothing more lonely than the
feeling you're talking to a blank wall.

There's nothing more awful than
being yelled at all of a sudden.

Quid pro quo.

I shall try to control my temper.

I will try to listen better.

What is your name, please?

Doris Mae Withers.

Doris... Mae... Withers.

- Do you like it?
- Ain't thought about it much.

Henceforth you shall be known as...

...Christabel.

Who?
- Christabel.

A little child, a limber elf,

singing, dancing, to itself,

a fairy thing with red round cheeks,

that always finds, but never seeks.

You sure know a lot of poetry.

Poetry, my lady,
is the escape of genius.

Well, you gotta admit
it sounds kinda funny sometimes.

Stuff like wailing moons, crocodiles
and flowers, dancing fairies,

crazy stuff like that.
- So you were listening!

But you don't understand.
No, of course not.

I think this is gonna take
a little time.

What is? How long
are you gonna keep me up here?

Are you really in such a hurry
to get back to your chickens?

What's so hot about this place?

Do you have a boyfriend?
- Ha!

What kind of answer is "ha"?
- Me, with a boyfriend?

What if I did?
What difference does that make?

What are you gonna do with me,
anyway? Some crazy experiment?

I'm still waiting for an answer.
- What was the question?

Do you have a boyfriend?
- No!

I don't know what people get so
steamed up about anyway.

About what?

About boyfriends, dating,
going all the way.

Sex.

Congratulations, my lady.

That's the first intelligent thing
I've heard you say.

What did I say?

The subject
was the unimportance of sex.

I didn't say it weren't important.

I said I don't know why
people make it important.

Wasn't, not weren't. Sex is singular.
But your point is well taken.

There may be hope for you yet,
Christabel.

What happens now?

We're going to bed.

I gotta go to the bathroom.
- You just went!

No, I didn't. I was scared
and had to have me a think.

If you lied before, how do I
know you're not lying now?

How do I know you won't try to escape?
- Where am I supposed to go?

Stay on the path, Diogenes.

Remember,
the woods are all booby trapped.

Christabel!

Where are you?

Christabel!

Are you praying by the old oak tree

amid the jagged shadows
of mossy, leafless boughs,

kneeling in the moonlight
to make your gentle vow?

Christabel!

Christabel!

Get on your feet.
- I can't. I hurt my foot.

You're lucky you're alive. Stand up!
- You really are crazy.

Don't you ever say that to me again.
Is that clear?

I warned you about the traps,
but you wouldn't listen, would you?

Some sheriff. Now they're watching
the late news over at the pool hall.

Eat your supper, Sam.

How do you expect me to eat that?

You always manage to fill your face
when she's shoved it in front of ya.

Yeah, well, she makes it better.
- Who do you think taught her?

Oh, you taught her, alright.
Taught her to run off, most likely.

Filling her head with fancy notions.
- Now you're blaming me?

Did you ever stop to think she might
have got into trouble right here?

What do you mean?

Something she said on her way out.
- Well, what did she say?

Something about babies.

About not having
no... babies around here.

Ohh! You taught her real good!

Taught her
about fretting and begetting

and now she's gone and done
it and you let her go!

I let her nothing!

You were the one who sent her
into town after fence wiring!

All she meant to you was a bunch of
cooking and cleaning the hen house!

That sheriff, you tell him I'm out
rounding up some real help

from Mike and Robbie.

You know, I sure don't get you.

A little while ago, you wouldn't
have cared if you'd killed me.

Now you're tending me like a baby.
Whose side are you on anyway?

I never said I wanted to kill you.

This is my castle,
and those booby traps are my moat.

You sure talk like someone's
after you. I bet you done something.

Did, not done. But anyway, such as?

Well, maybe I'm not the first girl
you've had up here.

Young lady, when I first saw you,
I thought you were a boy.

Well, now I get it.
- Get what?

You're, er...

What?

A shrewd and knavish sprite,
that merry wanderer of the night

called Robin Goodfellow?
- Stop it!

There you go, talking funny again.

I just don't get you.

Sitting up here
in a shack in the mountains,

reading your poetry, afraid
of somebody sneaking up on you.

W- What's going on?

The most exciting adventure
of your life, Christabel.
- Stop calling me that.

You're beginning to use your mind.
- The hell I am. I'm just sitting here

with a busted ankle.
- Sprained ankle.

Locked in.
- They're starting to open.

What about the booby traps?
- I know.

I explained that.
Now, listen to me, please.

Do you know what the mind is?

Well, I suppose it's the brain.

A fish has a brain.
But does it have a mind?

Do you think a fish can reason
or judge a good book from a bad one?

I ain't that dumb. I know fish can't read.
- No, of course not.

A fish is nothing but a
mass of reflexes, right?
- What about a porpoise?

I saw a movie where they taught a
porpoise to jump through hoops.

A porpoise isn't a fish, it's a mammal.
- It has a mind?

No, dear,
I'm talking about the mind of man.

That which sets him above all other
creatures. His ability to reason,

to judge, to appreciate.
And the capacity of the human mind

is limited only by the determination
of its owner to improve it.

Do you follow?
- I still think a porpoise has a brain

if it can jump through a hoop.

Can a porpoise split the atom,
fly to the moon, build a cathedral?

No, of course not!
But man can because he has a mind.

And so, my lady, do you.
- I don't care about doing that kind of stuff.

Well, alright, but there are things
you do wanna do.

You wanted to leave home today. You
told me so with exquisite simplicity,

"I can think of better places."
- Half the folks in the country say that.

Yes, and that's where
their minds stopped.

But, you, my lady, you can be
anything you want to be.

Like what?

Anything at all! You name it.
- Come on...

No, go on! Try it. Just once.
Who would you like to be?

The queen of England.
- Your Majesty,

I am Sir Francis
Drake, your servant,

at your command.
Whisper your most private passion,

your most trifling whim,
and it shall be satisfied.

Good Queen Bess, I prithee,
use me at thy will.

Ah! You see? You see what happens
when you want something?

It just gives me the creeps.

I like you better
when you talk like a normal person.

So you admit you do like me?
- I didn't mean it that way.

- So you don't like me?
- I just think you're kind of weird.

Really?
- Yeah.

Well, perhaps I'm going too fast
for you.

What to do, what to do.
Don't go away.

I think that... Ah!
I'll put me tinkin' cap on.

Aye, it works every time.

Tell, me lass, if you could have
any wish in the world,

anything at all, right now,
what would it be?

I'd like to be home in my own bed.
- Ah! Are you telling me now

that you'd like to spend the rest
of your life tending chickens?

Well, you didn't ask me that...
yes.

Yes? You'd like to spend the rest
of your life tending chickens?

- I don't believe you.
- I don't care.

- Course you do.
- No, I don't.

What is it, now?
- What would your wish be?

No, no. I asked you first.

Oh, I don't know. A movie star.
- A movie star! And why?

Because they just make lots of money
and don't do any work.

They just sit around and look good.
Now, what would your wish be?

I told you mine.
- Nah...

Yes! Now, I told you mine,
so you gotta tell me yours.

Come on!
You're not playing fair.

I'm not, am I?
Well, would you really like to know?

I'd like to...

...leave something behind when I go.

Something grand, beautiful.

Something people
would remember me by.

Might even be you.

Excuse me.

If you're looking for the shells,
I keep 'em in a pot here by the jars.

You didn't use your head!
You didn't follow through!

You barred the door
and you left the window open!

No. I don't think you wanna see
either one of us get hurt.

I admire you for trying - you wanted
something enough to try for it.

I'll admire you more when you
accept the inevitable.

What's the inevitable?

It's what's gonna happen to you now
whether you like it or not!

No! Please don't tie my hands up!
I can't stand having my hands tied!

Please! I'll do anything you want!
I'll even try to be inevitable.

You can call me Christabel. Please!

Well, alright, Christabel.

But one more stunt
outta you like that,

and I'm hog-tying you to that table
the rest of the week.

Is that clear?

Now, who was that?
- John Wayne?

Right.

Good night.

Until it be morrow.

Aren't you gonna try anything?
- Try what?

Well, you know, S-E-X.

I thought we dispensed
with that topic.

Well, what do you think
people get so steamed up about?

Because they don't use their heads.
It's merely a biological function

common to all animals.
- And porpoises?

They get steamed
up about it, too?

I would imagine they tend to put it
in a better perspective.

Perspective? What's that?

That means they're more relaxed
about it. Now, go to bed.

Then, they're smarter than people.
- I didn't say that.

You don't have to be smart
to be relaxed. Now, go to sleep.

Boy, Hank Smathers is smart,
but he sure ain't relaxed.

So, you do have a boyfriend!
- He's not my boyfriend.

Just a guy that taught
me how to throw a knife.

And, er,

what is it he isn't relaxed about?
- Oh, I dunno...

Sometimes I get the feeling
that there's lots that I don't know.

Maybe I am kinda stupid.

Oh, no, you're not.
- I'm not?

No, Christabel.

You have a very fine mind.

I do?
- Yes, you do.

Go to sleep.

Good night.

I'm sorry.

Quite a tidier, aren't you?

I might as well fix this place up.
It looks like a hen house.

Had a wife once.
She was a tidier.

Where is she now?
- Dead. I killed her.

And how did you do that?
- Ah, you're curious, aren't you?

Well, who wouldn't be about that?
Maybe that's what you did -

you buried her up there and those
booby traps are a bunch of graves!

I killed her up here, in my mind.
- Then, she's not really dead?

She's dead as far as I'm concerned.
- What were you burying up there?

I was reparing the trap you broke
during your attempted escape!

Ya always talk with your mouth full.
We could use a few more things,

like maybe a broom,
a dustpan, some soap.

Make a list.
- You mean you'll get the stuff?

Within reason, and kindly stop
calling everything "stuff".

How about some towels and shelves?
Curtains would be nice.

What about wall-to-wall carpeting,
an electric dish washer, colour TV?

I ain't that dumb. I can see
there ain't no electricity.

"Isn't" any electricity.

How about some good food
instead of this crummy stuff?

Oh, and what would she like?!
- Hot dogs, potato salad,

apples, milk, French fries
and some Ortiz hot chilli peppers.

Just how does she propose
we keep it from spoiling?

We could put the stuff that spoils
in a bag and put it in the river,

can't we?

Put this on your head. It'll make
you dizzy, but make them go away.

- Get away from me!
- Put this on.

Give me that!

Do you want me to do it or
do you want to do it...

- Stay right there!

Put the sack on your head
and breathe in deeply.

It'll make them go away.

It's the most ridiculous thing I've
ever... I put this on and breathe?

Just put it on and breathe.
- It won't make me pass out?

- No. Come on.
- I've got my eye on you.

I put it on my head and
breathe deeply. Get over there!

That's it.
Just keep breathing deeply.

Bang, bang! You're dead!

Why did you do that?
- Well, I got rid of your hiccups, didn't I?

Hey, anything new?
- No.

I got customers, I'll see you later.

Alright, Harry. Take it easy.

And all should cry,
'Beware! Beware!'

'His flashing eyes,
his floating hair'

Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

- You read real good.
- Thank you.

That guy sounds like you.

- What else?
- I've been thinking...

Some curtains would
really cheer this cabin up.

Some what?
- Some curtains.

Curtains?
Any particular kind, My Lady?

There's these white brocade ones
with grape leaves

and it's got a fine gold thread.
They're really nice!

And where can I acquire them?
The Kasbah?

No, the dry-goods store in town.

It's a common pattern.
It kinds reminds me of home.

Anything else to make you feel
at home, My Lady?

A bed wouldn't be a bad idea.
- A bed?

A bed?! How about
a hand-carved four poster?

Or better still, mademoiselle,
how about a canopy divan

with a nubian slave to fan you
and feed you chocolates from the mouth?

I didn't ask to be here. I'm not
even asking you for your mattress.

I'm just trying to make the best of
things. An army cot will be fine.

Good, My Lady! Now you're beginning
to use your mind. What else?

A toothbrush.
- Toothbrush.

A change of clothes.
- Change of clothes.

Hairbrush.
- Hairbrush.

Maybe a dress.

What?
- A dress.

You think you're pretty clever,
don't you?

Sending me into town where
a girl is missing to buy a dress.

Stand up, put your hands behind you back.
- Why?

Because I said so!
- I thought we agreed.

That was last night.
It's two hours to town.

I promised!

How can you be nice and so mean?!
- I'm going to get things for you.

At least I know you'll be safe
while I'm gone.

If I'm such a bother, why don't you
just drop me home on the way?

That's what all my boyfriends do!

I was just kidding.

I was wondering if you could leave
the door open so I could look out.

It helps me use my mind.

Alright.

Oh, by the way,
the weapons are of no use.

I have all the shells with me.

Au revoir.

Pow! Pow!

"65 Fort William,
Lincoln Adam, 19035."

So now the sheriff's
looking for federal.

And bird-dogging his tail
everywhere he goes.

He even threatened
to throw Sam Withers in jail.

I don't blame him if he did. Withers
come to my place drunk, with a shotgun

saying I done it.

Thank you, sir.
What's all the commotion?

A girl got kidnapped.
- No kidding.

They found her pick-up yesterday
and no-one has seen her since.

It doesn't necessarily mean
she's been kidnapped.

I mean did anyone actually see her
being abducted?

No.

Some folks think she run off,
but I don't think so.

Was she pretty?

Muy bonita.

I think she was about 17.

I think. You know, average.
Not too tall.

Hey, amigo, what colour's her hair?
- You know, it's dark.

She always wore a hat.
- Dresses like a boy.

She's got a Stetson and jeans
and cowboy boots, you know?

Now wait a minute, you know, I may
have seen this little girl yesterday.

When yesterday?

Around noon,
just outside of town here.

Little girl dressed like a cowboy,
sitting in the back of a limousine.

It's possible it could be she.
- You better tell Jeff.

Jeff's gonna wanna know.
- Wait a minute. Who's Jeff?

He's the sheriff and he has been
going out of his gourd looking for her.

Oh. I've got a long drive back home.
You fellas can tell him for me.

Mister, please!

You saw her. You tell him.

What kind of car?

I don't know much about cars, but it
looked like a long, black limousine.

See the plates?
- Sorry again. I didn't.

Was there anybody else in the car?
- You mean besides the driver?

Now that you mention it, I think
there was a guy in the back seat.

What side was the girl on?
- The left. She was on the left.

Did it look like she was forced?
- No, not at all. She just sat staring.

Scrunched down a little like maybe
she was trying to hide.

- Where were you?
- I was just...

four or five miles
out of town heading in...

and we crossed. They were heading
toward Albuquerque.

What's your name?
- Me?

Roger B McDivitt, sir.

What's the "B" stand for, Rog?
- Bananas.

I'm only kidding! Bernard.

Where do you live?
- Just off the main road toward Albuquerque.

What's your business?
- I beg your pardon?

What kind of work do you do?
- What do I do for a living?

Farming a little. Some welding.
I'm a welder by trade.

I've never heard your name.
- There's no reason you should.

I'm in the other county and I've
only been around a few months.

Want some coffee?
- No, thanks, sir.

What were you doing
in town yesterday?

I just came in to do some shopping
and have a few beers.

Why give me the third degree?
- Sounds like that, eh?

Yes.
- I'm sorry.

I've been up all night, racking
my brain to put this together.

It's alright. I understand.
- I appreciate your help, Mr McDivitt.

You got a phone out there?

No, I'm afraid not. Why?
- Just in case there's something I forgot to ask.

I'll tell you what.

If there is, I'll leave a message
with Harry Fox at the garage.

The Indian fellow?
- Yeah.

Fair enough.
- Thank you very much for your help.

Keep smiling.
- I shall.

Get me Albuquerque.

Excuse me, sir. Do you have any
Ortiz hot chilli peppers?

- Why do you want Ortiz?
- Cos I like 'em.

It's a special brand.
Not many people ask for them.

You want me to order you some?
- Na, it's alright. Thank you.

I can order them.
- No, it's alright.

No trouble.

And, er, all of these, as well.

Oh, and I'd like one more shirt
just like this one

only in a size smaller
for my little brother.

How much smaller?
- Er...

I guess about your size.

Oh, and the cook would like
a toothbrush, hairbrush...

...and a dress.
- Shopping for the whole family?

I'm sorry, what?

You doing the shopping
for the whole family?

Yes, ma'am.

What size dress?

Size? Er...

12?
- Don't ask me. Any particular colour?

Yeah, this one. Is this for sale?

You wanna buy that dress for a cook?
- If it's alright with you.

Crazy.

I never heard a man
buying women's clothes before.

Psst! Hey.

There are no women. The cook
just likes to dress up like one.

McDivitt, right?
- Right.

Sheriff was looking for you.
- Why?

Well, he wanted to thank you.
They found that guy.

What guy?
- You know, the one
that kidnapped the girl.

Oh, really?
- Yeah, down in Albuquerque.

They traced her
through that car you spotted.

He took her to some motel down
there. Turned out to be a sickie.

- You just never know.
- No, you never know.

Jeff the sheriff ought to be halfway
to Albuquerque to pick him up.

When he gets back, tell him any help
I gave was my pleasure.

Yeah, sure.
- Bye-bye.

Live long and prosper, man.

I shall. See you later now.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Prepare ye the return of the native.

Hi.

Hey, you look like Santa Claus.

Good King Wenceslas himself.
The Emperor Of Ice Cream.

Give me a hand with this.
- What?

Now to my charge.
For my lady's sweet slumber,

one genuine canvas cot
with enclosed pillow.

And as my lady is a tidier of
some note, one bona fide broom.

Contained herein is toothbrush,
hairbrush, towels, comb,

various other sundries
to engage thy vanity.

Here we have sartorial splendour
for obvious use.

Contained in yon box is much food
to thy fancy.

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Oh, you really got the works!

Where did you get the money for this?
- A modest inheritance.

But now what shall she wear
to the ball?

Come, let us conjure
an appropriate garb.

Oh!

Oh, it's beautiful!

Where's the axe?

I suppose you're mad at me
for not staying put?

I knew you'd untangle yourself.
- You think you know everything?

Where's the axe?!
- I suppose you'll be wanting this back?

You were gonna stand behind the door
and cleave me in two, weren't you?

Did I?!

Are denying you planned it?!
- Planning ain't the same as doing!

Morally, it's exactly the same!
- If they passed a law like that,

half the world would go to jail!
- How could you think of killing me?

Figures, don't it?
- "Doesn't it?"

- You almost killed me.
- I did nothing of the sort!

- Neither did I.
- Neither did you!

I mean...

What made you change your mind?

I don't know.
Supposing I'd swung and missed?

You think it'll fit?

There's only one way to find out.

- Don't close the door.
- A lady's entitled to her privacy.

Well?

"Well", indeed.

You look like a different person.

Oh, I am. I'm the Queen of England!
I'm a movie star!

- I'm Chris...
- Say it.

I'm Christabel.

We have never eaten
this good at home.

All we need now
are some cigars and brandy.

Emilio, por favor.

- Hot dog!
- Emilio, una hot doge!

What were you like as a boy?

As a boy?

I was quite unbearable, I'm sure.

But what did your friends
think of you?

Friends?
Er, I didn't have many friends.

In actual fact,
I didn't have any at all.

How come?

Because...

Because my mother never...

Come on, I'm sure you wouldn't be
captivated with a story of my youth.

Yes, I would.
- Well, I wouldn't!

Hey. Do you want some dessert?

Stay me with flagons,
comfort me with apples.

Many a dangerous temptations
come to us in fine, gay colours.

The frivolous fruit
that first tempted Adam.

Suit yourself.

Hey, are you OK?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I guess you must think
I'm quite a banana at times, huh?

A little. Sometimes.

At first,
I thought you were really nuts,

just like you thought I was stupid.

But we're not, not really.

I'll race you.

No, no! No!

No!

Pretty.

Where else have you been?

Oh...

Panama, Australia,
New Zealand, Japan.

What's that like?
- Where, Japan?

Oh, it's like no place else
you've ever seen.

By boat, you come into the Inland Sea

and the land rises
straight out of the water.

The mountains are tall and craggy,

and all the trees,
they seem to grow sideways,

and everything,
absolutely everything, looks lacy.

Mmm...

I've never been anywhere
but the dentist in Albuquerque.

Where else you been?
- Oh...

The Caribbean.
- The Caribbean?

Yes.

There, too, it's extraordinary.

Sometimes at night it's so calm,
the sea I mean.

The stars are reflected right down
into the wake of the ship.

The horizon disappears

and you seem to be drifting
through a huge bowl of stars.

And the phosphorescence...

...is like cold fire.

What's "phospherence"?
- Phosphorescence.

Ocean fireflies.

Hey. Are you OK?

Yes.

I don't know... Something happened.

I just...
- I know.

Me, too.

I like talking to you in the dark.

Tell me something else.

What?
- Well, I don't know. Anything.

Tomorrow.

Will you at least tell me one thing?
- What?

What's your name?
- What difference does it make?

So I can call you something
besides "Hey".

Kubla Khan.
- No, I mean your real name.

That is my real name,
Christabel.

For me?

Thank you.

Doris Mae...

I saw you taking a bath.

- I know.
- I mean I was watching you.

I just thought I should tell you so
you wouldn't think of me as a voyeur.

I don't even know what a voyeur is.

You know something?

You could use a bath, too.
N'est pas?

"Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,

"What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful..."

"Sime-a-try?"
- Again.

"Sime-a-tree."
- Symmetry.

Oh! What's that?
- Symmetry.

That's a perfect balance
between two sides of the same thing.

Example, the stripes on the back of
a tiger, wings of a butterfly,

the two sides of your face.
Symmetry is beauty of proportion.

Can you think of an example?
- The diamond-back rattler I shot.

Uh-huh.
- That was sure beauty.

Ah, I kept the rattle.

I keep it with me all the time.
It's supposed to bring me good look.

Has it brought you good luck?
- I don't know yet. But it sure is beautiful.

Forgot something.
- But of course! Ze gabarge.

Gabarge!
- Merci.

Ain't you gonna hog-tie me today?
- Ain't you gonna give me a reason to?

Got the list?
I thought of something else.

What's that?
- We could have a garden,
grow our own vegetables.

Soil's good. We could even have
cows and chickens.

Cows?
- Yeah.

How many of them
do you think I can get in here?

We could have some goats. I even
found a place we can go ice skating.

OK.

I'll see what I can do about a couple
of goats and some ice skates.

How'd that be?
- OK.

Anything's possible
if you just think it through.

Good luck. Have fun.

I shall in all my best obey you,
ma'am.

Adieu.

Hi, how are you doing?
- Hey, McDivitt.

Fill her up for me?
- Sure! - Thank you.

May I dispose of my garbage here?
- In the can, man.

Merci, monsieur.

Hey, McDivitt.
Sheriff was looking for you.

Again?

Why?
- Search me. He just said if
I saw you, to tell you to drop by.

Well, is it in relation
to the kidnapping?

No, no.

That was a false alarm. Turned out
to be some cattle man from Nebraska

taking his daughter to a dude ranch.
- I imagine he was quite upset, eh?

Yeah, and how.

Well, it's not my fault
he arrested the wrong man, is it?

No. Didn't say it was.

You mind if I ask you a question?
- Not at all. Shoot.

Where are you from?
- What possible difference does that make?

No difference, just some of the guys
was wondering, that's all.

Why?

Do I look so different from other people?
- No, but you speak different.

Do I?
- Yeah.

Well, just so you and everyone else
can sleep easier tonight,

I'm from Massachusetts.

You were a farmer in Massachusetts?
- No, I did everything else but farm.

I had this lung problem and my doctor
advised me to come here.

I do welding mostly.
Peace work, you understand.

Mind if I look at your licence?
- No, not at all.

Ah...
- Oh, of course.

You know this is no good?
- I beg your pardon?

You're living here. You shouldn't be
driving on Massachusetts licence

or Missouri plates.

I bought the truck in Missouri.
- That's what I figured.

Get yourself licensed
and registered here.

Alright, sir I will.
Anything else, Sheriff?

No. No, not that I can think of.

All I need to know now is,
where's the girl?

Any new leads?

The FBI think she's left the state.

But me,
I kinda like to think she's eloped.

Anything else?
- Yes. I'd like some curtain material, please.

What kind?

A white brocade, grape-leaf pattern
with a fine gold thread through it.

Fine gold thread?
- Yes, ma'am.

Sure. Wait a minute.

What was that pattern you wanted?

A white brocade, grape-leaf pattern
with a fine gold thread through it.

It's quite simple.
- Not around here it isn't.

I've only had one order like that
in the last ten years

and even that customer had to settle
for grape clusters.

Obviously, my wife was mistaken.
- I didn't say your wife was mistaken.

I can special order it for you
like I did for the other lady.

Who was the other lady?

The other lady?
- Yes.

Mrs Asa Withers.

Asa Withers?
- It was the mother
of the kidnapped girl.

Yes, of course.

Can I place that order for you?
- You can indeed, yes.

What did you say your name was?
- McDivitt.

If you wait...
- I'll take $20 worth.

- Do you want a receipt?
- I'll be back next week.

- It may not be done.
- Not to worry!

He almost ran over me!

Liar! Betrayed!

I'm betrayed!

How could you betray me?! Liar!

Betrayed! I'm betrayed!

Alright! Everybody
shut up and get out of here!

Now go on! Harry, get them out
of here! Go on, get out of here!

Shut your mouth and get out of here!

Andale! Go!

You stay here and shut the door.
- Out! Out!

Holy moley.

McDivitt. Orderly at Northfield
State Hospital for the Insane.

Had his licence stolen
the night a patient escaped

named Leonard Hatch.
Aged 31, 5 foot 9, blue eyes.

What's the matter?!
- You betrayed me!

You sent me to buy curtains
like your mother's,

the only other person
who's asked for them!

Well, how was I supposed to know?
- You did the same thing
with the chilli peppers!

Special order, you told me.

You've been sending me to town
with clues! Admit it!

Admit it! You betrayed me!
- I didn't ask today.

What difference does it make?
- Can't the genius see?

Three days ago, I would've done
anything to get away. Things change.

I've turned you
into a fast-thinking shrew!

How come I didn't try to run away
when I got loose or leave today?

How come I washed clothes, picked
flowers and tried catching a fish?

I even baked you
an apple brown betty.

Does that sound like someone trying
to escape or get her guy caught?

I even had a nice surprise for you,
but forget it!

What is it?
- Never mind. It's too late!

- Tell me what it is!
- I wrote you a damn poem!

Show it to me.

One of your old grocery lists.
- Turn it over.

I can't read your chicken scratch.
You read it.

"The Cabin Of The Dawn -
by Doris Mae Withers."

"The truck broke down
when I was on my way home

and along came a man
speaking in poems."

"I thought he was nuts
when he called himself Kubla Khan

and took me away
to his cabin of the dawn."

"At first,
I thought I was in a terrible mess,

but he's made me a lady,
even bought me a dress."

"He taught me all sorts of things
from the very start."

"He opened my mind
and gave wings to my heart."

"At first I just couldn't figure
this funny man out."

But then I realised he's teaching me
what life's all about."

"Like wanting things enough
can make them come true."

"I guess that's what he means
by Xanadu."

"Life on that farm
was almost like hell."

"Now I'm Queen of England
and my name's Christabel."

"We dine on delicacies
and plenty of fruit,

and I dance for him
as he plays me his flute."

"I think he's been
awfully lonely a while

and just needs a friend
at whom he can smile."

"What he doesn't know
is he's got one in me

and together
we make awful nice symmetry."

Didn't you like it?

I think
you're the best teacher around.

You could teach anybody anything.

Only I'm glad it's me.

They found us.

Do you think they saw us?
- I know they saw the truck.

What do we do?
- "We"?

You want to go with me?
- What good's it being smart in Penasco?

What good indeed, My Lady!

It's getting dark. We should wait till night.
- There'll be roadblocks.

We can go the other way,
over the mountains on foot to Mexico.

Alright. Start packing your things.

Hold me. I'm scared.
- No, don't be scared.

Don't be scared.
We'll try for Mexico.

We'll do it.

Are you getting, you know,
all steamed up?

Me, too.

It's OK, isn't it?

I don't know.

But you were married.

Yes, but I never...

I'm scared, too.

You OK?
- Uh-huh.

And you?

Mm-hmm.

You better get ready to go now.

Go, with music sweet and loud,

And take two steeds
with trappings proud,

And take the one thou lov'st best

To play thy harp, and learn thy song,

And clothe thee both in solemn vest,

And over the mountains haste along,

My God. That's the number-seven trap.
They're here.

Leonard Hatch, this is Sheriff
Emett. We know you're in there.

Send the girl out alone.
You will not be harmed.

Come out backwards
with your hands on your head.

Get down!

No, no, no!

That's not the way to do it.
You've gotta use your head.

But they can't do anything if I want
to be with you, can they?

Who the hell fired that shot?
- Get in the fireplace. Come on!

Will you cease fire? There's a girl
in there, for God's sake!

"One minute, Hatch."

What are you gonna do?

Not to worry.

Good luck, My Lady.

No!

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

That's it.

Look at the stars.

Where's my daughter?!

Get back.
- Get her away from him!

Let's go!
- Get her away from him!

Baby...
- Get her away from there!

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