All language subtitles for maverick_s01e14_comstock_conspiracy

Well, I guess we better get... You

didn't like the picnic.

I

mean

business, Mr. Maverick.

And you hit what's left?

Let's talk business.

There's only one thing really wrong with
Virginia City.

The biggest poker game in town is a
private affair.

The Comstock Club is exclusive.

If you're not a member or recommended by
one, you haven't got a chance of

getting in.

Of course, exceptions are made in the
case of important personalities.

I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick, but I never
heard of you.

Oh.

Good night, Tom. Good night, Mr. Horn.

You sure there's no chance?

Not unless you're a member.

Thank you.

Horn!

I didn't know you were a gunman, Mr.
Jennings.

I know the truth now, Horn.

Why the committee voted against giving
me the money.

It's no secret.

Congress isn't in the habit of donating
millions to crackpots.

Your money, your influence stopped me
again, but for the last time.

Thank you, sir.

I appreciate the effort, but really the
trouble wasn't necessary.

Doesn't he know how to pull a trigger?

He hasn't the courage to pull a trigger.

Here.

Go ahead.

Shoot.

See what I mean?

You're a fanatic, all right, Jennings,
but you're not a very good fanatic.

I'm grateful for your interference, sir.

Dead you would have won, Horn.

You'd have been a martyr for all those
who think the same twisted way you do.

But alive?

Alive you're going to be beaten.

By Alex Jennings?

By Jerome Horn.

Oh, you're desperate now, Horn.

You're taking bigger and bolder steps to
stop me.

One step is going to be too big, too
bold.

Then you're going to fall.

And fall hard.

Jennings Folly.

What's that?

You must be a stranger here.

Alex Jennings wants to build a five
-mile -long railroad tunnel into the

Comstock Load to cart the ore out and
ventilate the mines.

He should ventilate his brains first.

Jennings is the kind, Mr... Maverick.

Jerome Horn.

Jennings is the kind who shows up after
all the back -breaking work and hard

labor of building railroads and digging
mines is done, and then he wants to tell

you how things should be from here on.

Better working conditions, less danger.

If we had listened to his kind, there
wouldn't be any working conditions to

worry about at all. We wouldn't have dug
any mines in the first place.

You going this way, Mr. Maverick?

I'm afraid so.

I couldn't get in the club.

Members and friends of members only.

You're a friend of a member now.

I was hoping it'd work out that way.

It's all right, Tom. He's with me. All
right, Mr. Horton.

Around the table, Mr. Maverick, we have
some of the finest gentlemen in Virginia

City.

Mr. Willard Newton, rancher.

Mr. Alfred Clay, gold miner.

Mr. Stuart Kennedy, silver.

Mr. John Bourdain, my partner in
railroading.

Gentlemen, Mr. Brett Maverick, poker
player.

Good luck, Mr. Maverick.

And good night again, gentlemen.

Chips are $50 apiece, Mr. Maverick,
minimum by $2 ,000.

No mind -boarding, Mr. Maverick. He gets
a little touchy when he's losing.

You're $200, Mr. Maverick, and $1 ,000
better.

I owe you $5 ,000, Mr. Maverick. I'd
like a chance to get even.

The game isn't over, is it, gentlemen?
It is for me. I've got some work to do

my office.

I have a proposition I'd like to make to
you, Mr. Maverick. A $5 ,000 bet.

On one hand?

One cut.

I say for $5 ,000, I can cut the ace of
spades with one try.

Do I get to shuffle?

As much as you want.

Well, do we have a bet?

Double or nothing?

Double or nothing.

Those are pretty attractive odds, Mr.
Bourdain.

One chance to cut the ace of spades.

Correct, Mr. Maverick?

Correct, Mr. Bourdain.

I believe I've cut the ace of spades,
Mr. Maverick.

I now owe you nothing.

I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr.
Bourdain.

You now owe me $10 ,000.

Looks like he beats you to your own
game, John. Shut up.

You can have your money in my office in
one hour.

You've seen that trick before, Mr.
Maverick.

No, just that kind of trickster.

This is my profession, gentlemen.

Hard to understand.

Losing $10 ,000 to Bourdain is no more
than losing $10 as to most people. He's

that rich.

Some men can't stand to lose 10 cents,
Mr. Kennedy, no matter how rich they

Yes, sir.

I have an appointment to see Mr.
Bourdain.

Oh, Mr. Maverick?

That's right.

Go right in.

Mr. Maverick, Mr. Bourdain's expecting
you.

More ink.

Close the door.

Your manners are bad, Maverick.

How can you tell?

You had your back to me.

I have a feeling we're not fond of each
other, Mr. Bourdain.

I suggest we get this over with as fast
as possible.

Fine. I'm not going to pay you.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

That's a little too fast.

You owe me $10 ,000.

I want it.

Anybody who can palm an ace of spades
like you did, Maverick, is a card sharp.

And I don't pay off the card sharps.

Now get out.

A long time ago, Mr.

Bourdain, I decided that a gambling debt
wasn't ever important enough to kill a

man over.

I decided that Welchers are people to
feel sorry for. That the pressure that

made them crawl so low must have been
worse than anything I could do to them.

So I let it go at that, marked it off to
profit and loss.

But you don't get off that easy.

No, sir.

Every time your name comes up, Mr.
Bourdain, every place I go, I'm going to

this little story about how the
millionaire railroad builder didn't

lose $10 ,000 to the stranger after all.

Because he didn't pay the stranger what
he owed him.

You wouldn't dare.

Like to bet another 10 ,000 on that?

He's dead. You better get the sheriff.

I'll get him myself.

The sheriff had gone home for the night,
and the name John Bourdain was too big

for the deputy.

So the sheriff's home was the next stop.

That helps a little. I wake up kind of
slowly.

I wouldn't get too upset, Mr...
Maverick. Yeah.

If things weren't like you said, it
shouldn't go bad for you.

I believe it's customary to knock before
entering, gentlemen.

Oh, excuse me, Sheriff. I didn't
recognize you. Good evening.

Don't you recognize me?

This is the man who shot Mr. Bourdain.

Right in there, about two hours ago.

Come on, Sheriff, see for yourself.

This is what I'm talking about.

What's the joke?

It happened just like I told you,
Sheriff.

No, wait. He shot at me.

The bullets ought to be in that door.

Could be about right in here.

I can't arrest you for murder, Maverick,
but I can arrest you on quite a few

other charges.

Clerk out there. He spilled ink when I
came in.

Don't tell me no ink.

Either you've had too much to drink or
not enough, one or the other. Now clear

out of here.

You try to collect a debt.

A man welches, pulls a gun, you shoot
him first. The sheriff investigates.

and finds absolutely nothing.

What do you do? You forget it? You
can't. You're out $10 ,000.

All right, where do you begin?

The clerk without ink on his hands.
Where else?

Getting a line on the clerk took less
than an hour.

He didn't look, think, or act like most
people in Virginia City.

His name was Vinner, and he lived in a
lodging house on Taylor Street.

I wonder if you could help me, ma 'am.

I'm trying to find a Mr. Vinner.

He's dead.

What?

Struck down by a wagon.

Begin with Mr. Maverick. I've already
heard your fantastic story about killing

my partner.

It happened, Mr. Horn.

Exactly as I told the sheriff it did.

Couldn't have.

My partner's standing right out there
now.

Hello, Mr. Maverick.

I don't believe we've met.

This is the man you played poker with
last night.

The man who owes me $10 ,000?

I'm sorry I was so rude last night, Mr.
Maverick.

Well, I'm sorry I killed you.

I prefer you don't persist in telling
that story, Maverick.

Good day, Mr. Horn.

Good day, Mr. Maverick.

Mr. Bourdain.

Of course.

What do you want to do about Maverick?

Depends on what he does.

Follow him.

What about him?

He'll behave.

won't you i i don't like this you will
be patient nobody likes

being a millionaire at first

Half my problem was solved now. I had my
$10 ,000.

Solving the other half suddenly didn't
seem too important.

Suppose I did prove I'd killed Bourdain.

I'd still have to prove that I'd done it
in self -defense.

Uh -uh. No percentage.

A trip to San Francisco suddenly seemed
like a better idea.

An hour later, I had my ticket and
nothing to do till the stage left the

morning.

Mr. Maverick.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Jane Vaughn.

I'm not very flattered, either.

I've got the worst memory in the world.

Well, that's all right. I'm not being
very fair, either. We only met once, and

it was just for a few minutes. Club in
New Orleans.

Of course, the Jambalaya Club.

Yes, that's right. It certainly took me
long enough.

Well, nice seeing you again, Mr.
Maverick. Well, no, wait.

I'll walk along with you, if I may.

Oh, well, I'm just going back to my
hotel.

I won't be keeping you from anything,
will I? No, no.

As a matter of fact, I don't have
anything to do until tomorrow morning's

leaves for San Francisco.

Still trying to place me?

No, I'm trying to place who you were
with when we met.

Oh, he was a very handsome gentleman.

Husband?

Uh -uh.

Brother.

Miss Vaughn?

Mr. Maverick? It's a lovely day today. I
have nothing to do.

I'd like you to join me.

Doing nothing?

How about a ride in the country?

A picnic lunch?

Champagne?

Mr. Maverick?

Yes, Miss Vaughn? I...

Jane. Mm -hmm?

Why did you talk to me on the street
today?

Well, I always talk to my old friends.

How could we be old friends if we've
never met before?

But we have met.

At the Jambalaya Club?

Yes, that's right.

No, it isn't.

I made that up.

Because I knew you were lying about
knowing me.

How?

Your face.

Too pretty to forget.

If I'd ever met you before, I'd have
remembered you.

Then why didn't you say something about
it at the time?

What's your real name?

Ellen.

Ellen what?

Ellen Bourdain.

John Bourdain's daughter?

Niece. Ralph Bourdain is my father.

So John Bourdain has a brother.

Yes.

Have you seen him, Mr. Maverick? Do you
know where my father is?

I think so.

But why did you want to get together
with me?

Well, I heard the story that you claimed
to have shot John Bourdain.

So?

So it was someplace to start.

Start what?

Mr. Maverick, my father and I live on a
small ranch just outside of Carson City.

Well, I was away for a few days, and
when I got back, my father was gone. No

note, no message, nothing.

A suitcase was gone and some of his
clothes.

Mr. Maverick, my father is a timid man.
In five years, he hasn't been five miles

away from that ranch.

He never does anything without talking
to me first.

I'm all he has.

Why'd you come to Virginia City?

Well, I wanted to see if my uncle knew
anything about it.

John Bourdain.

Yes.

But I couldn't find him.

And then I heard that you had claimed to
have killed John Bourdain.

Did you, Mr. Maverick?

In self -defense.

I'm sorry.

Well, don't be on my account.

I hated my uncle John.

Treated my father like dirt.

Worse, about 20 years ago, he... Cheated
him out of a gold claim.

That gold claim was the start of John
Bourdain.

I don't think my father ever got over
it.

So I thought there might be some
connection.

Do you think there is?

I don't know.

But I do know where your father is.

Where? Out at Horn's Ranch, posing as
your late Uncle John.

Why? Why would he do a thing like that?

Mr. Maverick, are you sure of what
you're talking about? I mean, did you

father? Did you talk with him?

Today.

John Bourdain died owing me $10 ,000.

I wanted my money.

Your father paid me off, tried to make
me believe that he was the man I'd

killed.

But why should he pretend to be a man he
hated?

For some reason, Jerome Horn doesn't
want it known that his partner's dead.

What reason?

Mr. Maverick, if my father is posing as
John Bourdain, he's doing it against his

will. Possibly.

Probably.

But what can I do about it?

Go to the sheriff, I guess.

No.

The sheriff was put into office by
Jerome Horn.

Will you help me?

No, ma 'am.

Not very noble, are you?

No, ma 'am.

Because you have your $10 ,000?

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, I guess we better get... You
didn't like the

picnic.

Mr. Maverick, I'm going to take your $10
,000 and I'm going to keep it until you

find out for me why Jerome Horn is using
my father.

I can work from there myself.

Do you really think you can force me to
help you?

I'm going to try.

I mean business, Mr. Maverick.

Can you hit what's left?

Let's talk business.

There's nothing to talk about.

You just give me the money.

And when you find out what I want to
know, you'll get it back.

That simple.

No, not so simple.

What if I won't give you the money?

Then I'll kill you.

And do what about getting the
information you want?

I'll still have your $10 ,000.

So I'll use it to hire someone to do the
work for me.

You sound determined.

I am.

I love my father, Mr. Maverick, and in a
way you're responsible for everything

that's happened, so I feel very
righteous about forcing you to help me.

Now, put the money on the seat.

Yes, ma 'am.

Move over there.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'll leave your gun in the road.

Goodbye Mr. Maverick.

You didn't hide the money in your room,
and the clerk didn't put it in the safe.

That leaves you personally.

You come near me, and I'm going to
scream.

If I don't get my money, I'll scream
louder.

Now, don't you dare. Don't you dare come
near me. All right.

All right, all right. I'll give you back
your money.

It's in the bureau.

I looked in the bureau.

I turned every drawer inside out.

It's not in a drawer. It's under one.

It's glued to the bottom one.

It's all there.

Oh.

I gave up.

After you slugged me?

I didn't like slugging you.

You poor girl.

Now, what's the real reason?

Well, I guess I misjudged you.

You work on your own terms if I take
your money away from you well Then you

after the money instead of what I want
you to go after to get the money It was

my mistake, and I'm sorry oh And I'm so
sorry I did that That's all

I think we're in business.

You mean you'll help me? You'll go out
to the ranch after my father?

I want to find out more about why Horn
is using your phone.

You know, you're funny, Brad.

What you won't do for $10 ,000, you will
do for nothing.

You're rather impulsive.

For a start.

For some proof that I was telling the
truth about the gunfight with Bourdain,

headed back, discreetly, to the Horn
-Bourdain Holding Company office.

The door where Bourdain's bullets had
gone was something to go on.

They hadn't had time to repair the door
before I'd returned with the sheriff,

but they had had time to switch the door
with another one.

So far, so good.

The hinges had been worked on recently.

The problem was simple now.

Find the original door.

It was in one of the rooms in the
building.

How many rooms were there?

Then again, maybe it was right in this
room.

Buried in what was now the closet door.

You're going to burn your fingers. Hold
it.

Turn around.

Drop your gun belt.

Keep it over here.

You know, for a while there...

I really thought you were going to go to
San Francisco.

So did I for a while.

You should have.

You all right, Mr. Maverick?

I'm fine, thanks to you, Mr.

Jennings, wasn't it?

Alex Jennings.

I... I'm not used to these.

You did fine, Mr. Jennings.

But what were you doing here in the
first place?

You following him?

No, I was following you. Then I saw him.

His name is Norman Brock.

He works for Horn and Bourdain.

Kills for them, I should say.

Well, what were you doing following me?

I want to talk to you, Mr. Maverick.

About you having shot John Bourdain.

Is that true?

Yeah? Can we go somewhere and talk?

My place?

It's very important to me, Mr. Maverick.

Might be important to me, too, Mr.
Jennings.

Now, this is the Comstock Lobe.

The heat comes from these boiling
underground springs.

The gases rise over here.

Now, my tunnel will be a means of
drawing off water and gases alike.

Reducing the temperature to close to
normal surface temperature and

the gases almost entirely.

Fresh, cool air, Mr. Maverick.

Safety.

How long is the tunnel now?

21 ,307 feet.

A little over four miles.

187 feet over as of tonight.

Mr. Maverick, there is no little when
you dig a tunnel.

Every inch counts after 16 years.

16 years?

It should have taken only four years,
but for Horn and Bourdain, they have

fought me right from the start.

Stopped me wherever they could.

At the banks, in the courts, even in the
Congress of the United States.

They have made me a figure of public
ridicule.

Jennings Folly is the name my tunnel
goes by.

And the names for me are worse.

Why?

How does the tunnel hurt them?

They're railroad.

They make their money cutting the ore
out of the mines into the refineries.

And the tunnel will make it a short
haul?

One -tenth of the distance, Mr.
Maverick. That is the reason I started

tunnel. It was a railroad first, a means
of ventilation second.

Now it's the other way around.

It has been for the past seven years.

Mr. Maverick.

These are medical histories of over 400
men, miners, who died working in the

Constock load.

Each death can be directly attributed
either to the gas in the mine or the

Doesn't the public know about this?

The public only knows what Horn and
Bourdain want them to know.

Mr. Maverick, did you shoot John
Bourdain, as you've said?

But I heard that when you went back to
the office, his body wasn't there

anymore.

That's right.

They don't want Bourdain's death known.

Why? There's only one reason I can think
of.

Horn and Bourdain are in great financial
trouble.

I know they've spent a fortune fighting
me.

That must be it.

What does that have to do with Horn
covering up Bourdain's death?

The courts, Mr. Maverick.

Bourdain's death will throw their
partnership into probate for the heirs.

The company's records would have to be
made public.

The creditors might panic, demand their
money, foreclose.

This could mean the end of them.

You could be right.

Bourdain's brother is posing as Bourdain
right now.

What?

Why, then I am...

Do you know what that means to me, Mr.
Maverick?

It means that at last I've got Horn on
the run.

You will help me, won't you, when it
comes time to expose Horn?

Well, say I won't stand in your way.

Mixing in other people's business isn't
my profession, Mr. Jennings.

Sometimes we can't stay out of other
people's business, can we, Mr. Maverick?

We can try.

Good night, Mr. Jenny.

Good night, Mr. Maverick.

Fence post.

Fence post?

I got no instructions for fence posts.

Who you from?

Coalwright Lumber.

Never heard of them.

Where you shipping order?

It's in the back with the fence post.

Let's have a look at it.

All right, I'll show it to you.

Well, open it up.

Get inside, mister.

I was afraid something terrible had
happened to you.

No, no, I'm fine. Just fine, my dear.

Mr. Vordy?

Mr. Maverick? Mr. Maverick got us in
here in a wagon, Father. We can get out

same way. Now, come on. Hold on.

Why do we want to get out?

Well, you're being held a prisoner here,
aren't you?

I was.

You're not now?

Doesn't Horn want to pass you off as
your brother anymore?

Oh, yes, by all means.

But I no longer object.

Well, why not?

Why should I?

What's wrong with being John Bourdain?

Millionaire partner of Jerome Horn.

I rather like the idea.

Your father is a timid man?

From Havana, Cuba.

Father, you want to be John Bourdain,
right?

Why not, Ellen? John Bourdain has money.

Jewelry.

Elegant surroundings.

I was just writing you about it when you
came in, Ellen.

To ask you to join me here and share in
this life with me.

What did Ralph Bourdain ever have?

Poverty.

Doing without for a lifetime hasn't been
very pleasant.

Especially when I did without because my
own brother cheated me out of what

should have been mine.

I've never known one moment of gracious
living, Ellen.

Nor your mother.

Nor you.

You see what I'm getting at, don't you?

She's way ahead of you.

Well, why not?

Why shouldn't he have a little luxury
and a little comfort and a few riches?

Well, there's always the gal.

Don't mind Mr. Maverick, Father. He's
just upset about somebody named Jennings

who wants to build a tunnel or
something.

I'll get over it.

You know, Father?

I think you're right.

I think we have a very lovely life ahead
of us.

Of course, you'll have to forgive me if
it takes a little while to get adjusted

to being a rich man's daughter.

Niece.

The price tag's on the bottom.

Don't be a spoilsport, Brett.

I wouldn't think of it.

Goodbye, Ellen.

Mr. Bourdain. Where are you going?

The wagon.

I rented it by the hour.

Oh, s... Stop it.

Now, why shouldn't Father get everything
he can out of this?

After all, it was Uncle John that
cheated him out of the claim in the

place. I didn't say a word.

Well, all right, but I know what you're
thinking. Poor Mr.

Jennings. Well, I never stood in his
way, neither did Father.

Let him build all the tunnels he wants
to. Why blame us?

I'm not blaming anybody.

Well, then where are you going?

No place.

if we weren't going to meet again.

Imagine how I feel.

Take him out.

No. Leave him alone.

I've been listening to you from outside,
Ellen.

You're obviously interested in the finer
things in life.

They're not free, you know.

Well, the price better not be too high,
Mr. Horn.

If you kill him, you get no cooperation
from me.

Mr. Maverick tried to help me.

Us.

Can't end this way. We're not murderers.

No harm must come to my daughter,
gentlemen.

Suggestion?

Go ahead.

Why all this talk about what to do with
Maverick?

Let him go. He can't hurt you. You can
ruin everything. Be quiet.

Go ahead.

No one believed me when I said I killed
John Bourdain.

Why should they start believing me now
when I say that John Bourdain's brother

is taking his place?

They might stop laughing and start
getting nasty.

After all, Mr. Horn, you, John
Bourdain's partner, swear that this is

Bourdain.

And you, his niece, tell the same story.

Who's going to believe me?

Alex Jennings?

So why should I make the effort?

That's my point.

Where will you go from here?

San Francisco.

The sooner the better.

Well, you're not the most grateful of
men. I just saved your life.

You also got rid of a bad conscience.

Goodbye, Ellen.

Happy money.

Don't let him disturb you, Ellen.

He doesn't.

My pappy had it right.

Stick your nose in other people's
business and you'll get it bent.

My business is gambling.

Jennings is building tunnels, and that's
that.

All set, folks, and get aboard now.

What was that?

There was a gas explosion.

How do you know? I was in one of these
once, Buster.

Come on, they'll need every one of us.

How about you, stranger?

We need all the help we can get. Let's
go, friend.

It's Ron we need.

No, I'm going to San Francisco.

Yeah, later.

No, but wait a minute. You don't
understand.

Mr. Maverick.

That's a pretty hot little mind you got
here, Mr. Jennings.

Looks like I was right, Mr. Maverick.

About it sometimes being hard to stay
out of other people's business.

Nah, nonsense.

I was just doing this for the exercise.

Hello, Brett.

How do you feel?

Surprised.

What are you doing here?

Worrying about you.

Why? Something go wrong with your
inheritance?

Everything.

Well, spare me the details. I'm not
interested.

Yes, you are.

I'm on your side, Brett. Jennings' side.

Well, don't make it any worse for me.

I don't like what I'm doing, and I don't
like to give up what I'm giving up.

But when I heard that you had
volunteered to risk your life by going

the mine, well, everything changed for
me.

Volunteered?

Don't try to deny it.

I was out shopping when I heard all
about it, looking at silk dresses.

Suddenly I felt so ashamed.

Now that I've seen all this,

Go back? A hundred men were killed here,
just blown to bits in one horrible

second.

I can't stand in Jennings' way.

Are you sure?

All this won't look so grim by morning.

It'll look grim to me a hundred mornings
from now.

What about your farm in Carson City?

How will that look in the light of day?

Beautiful.

I was just checking.

I'm really grateful to you, Brett.

You know, if you hadn't volunteered to
go down into the mine, I might never

taken a second look at things.

What is it, Brett? Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Wait a minute. I'll go get a doctor. No,
no, no. It's nothing.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Somebody need a doctor over there? No,
no, no.

Everything's all right.

Here, here. Let me help you.

Oh, thanks.

Say, how about your father?

Does he know you've changed sides?

We're going to have to go rescue him
again.

Fred, are you sure you're all right?

Oh, I'm weak as a kitten.

Think you'll make it to my carriage,
kitten.

Hold it.

You left your carriage in a very
convenient place, Miss Bourdain.

There's a barn over there.

What happens there?

Mr. Horn's gone through a lot of
expense.

Over this John Bourdain business, Mr.
Maverick, it can't all come to nothing.

It's because a little lady there
suffered a change of heart.

Move.

When I say horn, you faint.

Turn around.

You know, you're making one mistake,
Brock.

What's Ralph Bourdain going to say?

How cooperative is he going to be when
he finds out you shot his daughter?

He'll never find out.

You're both going to die accidentally.

With bullets?

My carriage accident.

You were running away together.

The carriage lost a wheel, went over the
cliff.

Clever.

Whose idea was that?

Yours?

Or Horn's?

You can get up now.

Ellen?

Hey, Ellen.

I guess I should have said pretend to
faint.

Oh.

Is everything... Everything's fine.

Hey, now, you're not going to faint
again, are you?

No, not if you keep talking to me, I
won't.

About what?

Oh, I don't know.

Tell me about a picnic you're going to
take me on.

Okay, a picnic it is.

As soon as we take care of Mr. Horn.

And the first thing we're going to have
is... Champagne.

Sunshine.

And there'll be no gunplay whatsoever.

There'll just be the two of us.

Five days later, a lot of changes had
been made in Virginia City.

Ralph Bourdain had been rescued again.

Jerome Horn was on trial for murder. And
Alex Jennings had gone to Washington at

the invitation of the U .S. Congress.

And Ellen and I were finally able to
keep our appointment with the ants.

Bless you.

Thanks.