All language subtitles for Maverick S01E08

We're walking out of here. You
try anything and I'll touch this fuse.

You're bluffing. Now,
drop it out or I'll...

You can pull that trigger, but
I have time to light this fuse.

You couldn't get away from it.

He ain't bluffing, Jody.
You can see it in his eyes.

He ain't that willing to die.

You're right. But I'd rather go
this way than be shot by you.

We'll all be buried together.

I'm counting three.

- Get her out of here.
- Don't move.

- One.
- This ain't worth no thousand dollars.

- I'm leaving here.
- You're staying. Nobody leaves this place.

We're all leaving. Two.

I wanna get out too, Jody.

If he touches that
fuse we're all dead.

Uh, pardon me, will you te...?

Maybe you could ju...

Say, maybe you can help me.

Can you tell me how to get
to number 17 rue "Robidux"?

Here in New Orleans,
we call it rue Robidoux.

You take the first
street to your left here...

walk two blocks, turn right,
and that's rue Robidoux.

- Thanks kindly, friend.
- Uh-huh.

Hey!

- Are you in trouble already?
- What...?

- Bret. Ha, ha!
- Bart.

You took your time getting...

Hey!

Uh, you better get in here
before something else happens.

- Hey, hey, Bret.
- Took you long enough.

Why, I left just as soon
as I got your telegram.

The cattle boat got hung up on a
sandbar for four days north of Natchez.

Thought I recognized
the fine old cattle odor.

There's hot water
and a pitcher, go use it.

- Did you bring any good suit?
- Yeah. In my wool bag.

Say, uh, what about this once-in-a-lifetime
deal you dragged me down here on?

You never learned how to take
care of your clothes, did you?

Never mind the clothes,
what about the deal?

That can wait. Now, we
have to take on the impossible.

Making you look
like a gentleman.

Your thousand dollar bills?
Still pinned to your pocket?

Think I would've worked my
way downriver if I still had it?

From the looks of this place,
I'd say you parted with yours too.

Now, that's better, isn't it?

Hey, thanks a lot.

So you are broke.

Only for the moment,
Bart. Only for the moment.

Have you ever heard
of the River Princess?

A lady friend?

She's a brand-new steam
packet. A regular floating palace...

with real crystal chandeliers
and gold plated doorknobs.

Now, tomorrow, she starts
her maiden run to St. Louis.

And the passengers on board will
be the wealthiest in New Orleans.

- The cream of Creole society.
- You don't say.

Ever heard about
the Creole aristocrat?

Oh, gambling
fools, they tell me.

And proud.

So proud that they
had bet the last ruffle...

before they had let anyone think
that money meant a rap to them.

- Are you with me?
- Ha-ha-ha.

Been waiting for you to catch
up. What do we use for a stake?

First, we get a cabin
suite on the River Princess.

With what?

Oh, no.

Two tickets on the maiden
voyage of the River Princess, please.

There are no tickets for sale for
the maiden run of the River Princess.

- Standing room will be fine.
- No one but no one will be aboard.

Except the personal guests of
Monsieur Henri Devereaux himself.

- The invitations are already sent out.
- Not ours.

You know Monsieur Devereaux?

We will. Where
could we find him?

I can assure you, it would be a
waste of time for you gentlemen.

- Would you like to...?
- Could I interest...?

Sir, are you a gambling man?

On occasion.

Well, good.

We'll test your sporting blood.

We'll bet you $500 even money...

that we'd get one of those
invitations from Mr. Devereaux.

It is not often that I have the opportunity
to bet on a sure thing, monsieur.

It's a deal. Now all you have to do is
tell us where we can find Mr. Devereaux.

Monsieur Devereaux maintains
a town suite at the Hotel Royale.

And, uh, now, monsieur,
uh, you spoke of 500...

- I'll write a check.
- No, no, brother Bart, I made the wager...

I'll take the risk.

Now, uh, what is your name, sir?

George Rousseau.

Mine is Bret Maverick.

Messieurs.

A table for two.
Near Mr. Devereaux.

Uh, Monsieur Devereaux?

Now, Monsieur Devereaux is
the gentleman at the next table...

sitting with his charming
daughter, Mademoiselle Yvette.

And now may I suggest a
bottle of sparkling muscatel...

or some fine
champagne, vintage '43...?

Two coffees.

- We're teetotalers...
- Black.

As you wish, monsieur.

Oh, Inspector Marvin, those two
gentlemen insisted on a table...

next to Monsieur Devereaux. I
thought you should know this.

Oh? I'll keep an eye
on them, Pierre, thanks.

I wish I was an apple

A-hanging on a tree

And every time my Cindy passed

She'd take a bite of me

She told me that she loved me

She called me sugar plum

She threw her arms around me

I knew my time had come

Get along home, Cindy,
Cindy Get along home

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

I'll marry you someday

Yvette.

Jody is an entertainer, Papa.
It is permissible to look at him.

Only if you have an
extraordinary bad taste.

Because he cannot afford
to wear a ruffled shirt?

Because he has the grace of a
man instead of a dancing master?

- Yvette...
- Or merely because he is an American?

Isn't that enough?

And also a musket
hunter from the swamps.

Times have changed, Papa. We
cannot live behind our walls forever.

Besides, we are Americans too.

Never.

Really? I think you
still resent the fact...

that you were not consulted
about the Louisiana purchase.

France may have
seen fit to abandon us...

but we Creoles are
still New Orleans.

And always will be.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

I'll marry you someday

Now my Cindy's got religion

- She got it...
- Yvette, if you were not my daughter...

- I would think that...
- What, Father?

But when she
hears my old guitar...

We prefer that you
perform elsewhere.

The management has
already paid me to sing.

- With your permission, I'll...
- You do not have it.

Then with the lady's permission.

I didn't give you leave
to address my daughter.

Excuse me, sir, I believe the
gentleman asked you to leave.

It's bad manners to
refuse a tip, friend.

There was no need
to interfere, gentlemen.

Only trying to be
helpful, Mr. Devereaux.

- You know my name?
- Everyone knows your name.

I'm Bret Maverick,
that's my brother Bart.

Uh, this is a fortunate
meeting for us, sir.

We have connections
with shipping offices...

and they hope we might get
a report on the River Princess.

I do not do business at dinner, gentlemen.
Besides, I have none to transact.

Uh, they were also hoping that we
might be aboard her maiden voyage.

Come along, Yvette.

- May I be of assistance, Mr. Devereaux?
- Please, inspector.

This ridiculous scene has
gone far enough. Good night.

Allow me to escort you, sir.

Smoothly done, brother
Bret. And it only cost us $500.

- And that's not the worst of it.
- No?

The coffee is
cold. For the waiter.

You're awfully extravagant
with my silver saddle.

Uh, keep the change.

- Inspector.
- Pierre.

Monsieur Devereaux.

I am going to hold
you responsible for this.

You are going to leave
for Belle Forest tomorrow.

You think you can hold me
prisoner at the plantation?

If I had to until you have a
husband who will do it for me.

And have you chosen him for me?

You are embarrassing
me with your behavior.

- Hotel Royale.
- Excuse me, sir.

Papa!

- Bret.
- Right.

Hyah!

Whoa!

I'll be back.

Did you lose them?

They took the girl into one of
those shops. The carriage drove on.

- You go for the police.
- Oh, we'll do better than that.

We've got $500 riding on a personal
invitation from Mr. Devereaux.

- We'll get the girl ourselves.
- Hey, you're right.

She might get herself hurt if we
waste time finding a policeman.

It's five shops down.

If I don't come out in 10
minutes, you come and get me.

Don't move. Get your
hands behind your head.

Mister, that gun, drop it.

- Now, pick it up.
- Aah!

- Run.
- He's going to kill us.

No, no. He's not
from the police.

- Yeah, I'm gonna carve him.
- Jubal.

Pardon me if I seem confused,
but why didn't you run?

Oh, you thought I
was being kidnapped?

Well, it's just a hazy impression I
got when you screamed back there.

- And so you tried to help me.
- Yes.

- I'm afraid I owe you an explanation.
- Well, you might at that.

You were at Maxim's
tonight, you saw Jody.

Jody is not only a café entertainer,
he's also from the bayous.

Which presents
certain difficulties...

because we are deeply
in love. And my father...

Doesn't want a muskrat
trapper mudding the family tree.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

You see, I wasn't
really kidnapped tonight.

It was just a little
subterfuge we had arranged.

And later, Jody
was to rescue me.

And Papa's heart melts, and
now he loves muskrat trappers...

and you and Jody
live happily ever after.

Oui.

- Well, we'll pretend I never found you.
- Oh, you are most understanding.

And luck to you and
Jody. I think you'll need it.

You ain't going anywhere,
mister. Not until Jody says so.

I think you're being
much too cautious, Rick.

And this melodramatic
display of guns is ridiculous.

Get over there. Sit down.

Thanks.

Jody?

Yes.

- Jody, we got a visitor.
- Visitor?

Yeah.

- Oh, darling.
- How did he get in here?

Oh, Mr. Maverick, tried
to rescue me, so I let...

Quiet.

How did you find this place?

Well, I borrowed a horse.
I hope it wasn't yours.

There was another man with you.

- My brother.
- Where is he?

Couldn't find a horse to borrow. I
guess he's waiting at the hotel for me.

Oh, Jody, I'm sure
Mr. Maverick won't say anything.

Either to my father or the police,
so there's no reason to be so upset.

No?

Why didn't you take care of him?

Well, we were
waiting for you, Jody.

And you? Are your brains all in your
arms? Do I have to think of everything?

I'm sorry if I make
your boys nervous.

Sit down.

- Jody, what's wrong?
- I said sit down.

You've got some big
surprises coming to you.

I don't understand.

Don't you?

Didn't you finally
get what you wanted?

- You kissed a swamp rat.
- Jody.

I'm gonna get what I wanted.
You're gonna write your father a letter.

You're gonna tell the
great Creole aristocrat

that his daughter
has been kidnapped.

You don't mean
that, Jody. You can't.

Uh-huh. You tell him
I want lots of money.

You would've been
better of if you had run.

Run away from me? From the
man who loved her passionately?

No.

Oh, no.

Start writing. Go
on, start writing.

I'm afraid you missed the boat,
friend. If it's money you're after...

well, should you marry
the girl, you'll get more.

Think the money would be worth it?
Having her inspecting my fingernails?

Telling me how talk?

There wouldn't be
any money that way.

If she married me, her old man
would cut her off without a cent.

Jody, didn't you
know I loved you?

I was proud of you.

Mr. Maverick, I apologize
for bringing you into this.

Oh, forget it.

How many of those Creole
dollars are you asking for?

Twenty-five thousand.

Between the three of you?

It is a three-way split.

What's it to you?

Well, I was just wondering if
what you're doing is worth it.

You're not getting an even cut?
Well, you're taking the same risks.

You know, Devereaux will
pay 50 as fast as he'll pay 25.

- And that would take care of my cut too.
- Your cut?

How else will you get
the letter to Devereaux?

Very simple, I mail it.

That's simple all
right. And dangerous.

Every minute gives the
police more time to close in.

And if you bungle this...

I stand a good chance
of winding up dead.

And you will bungle it.

See, you're smart, Jody,
but you don't have experience.

Things have started
to go wrong already.

Don't you know that
kidnapping isn't for amateurs?

It's one of the most
complicated crimes there is.

Not one kidnapper in 20
ever gets to spend the ransom.

You wanna end up in Cabildo
prison with a rope around your neck?

Who are you?

Two years ago at Newton, Kansas,
a cattlemen's bank was taken...

for $125,000.

Yeah.

That's right.

You?

Me and my brother.

That was a bank, this is ransom.

Well, we don't do too much
of that. It's too dangerous.

Last time was
Colorado, a year ago.

Bart and I kidnapped
Lucky Blare's son.

Big mining man. He
paid a hundred thousand.

Where is that money now?

Roaming the ranges of the
panhandle. We put it into cattle.

Oh, Miss Devereaux...

if you'd like to take back
that apology, I don't mind.

You need help, Jody.

Professional help.

You need someone who
can go to Devereaux tonight...

get the money,
get back here fast.

So you can get out of town
before the police close in.

Now, only a professional
can do that for you.

Professional? Where would Devereaux raise
that much money in the middle of the night?

See? I said you're an amateur.

He can cash a
check at the casino.

And your share?

Five thousand.

Heh. You think because
I'm a bayou man, I'm stupid?

Oh, no. Once you got
your hands on that money...

I'll stay here as a
hostage just like Yvette.

My brother Bart can collect
the money. He's waiting outside.

Rick, go see.

That's not a
healthy thing to do.

He'll gun down anything
that walks out of here.

Unless I signal him not to.

What kind of signal?

He'll come in if I
whistle a special way.

If I whistled another way,
he brings in the police.

How will I know which
way you're whistling?

You won't.

Whistle.

All right, back in here.

Is all that necessary?

He won't need a gun to
collect from Devereaux.

Bret, are you all right?

Come on in, Bart.

Put away your gun,
you won't need it.

Let them have your gun.

Oh, by the way, I don't think
you've met Miss Devereaux.

Miss Devereaux.

Well, well, brother Bret, what
have you got us into this time?

Something you'll
like, brother Bart.

You'll like it a lot.

The waterfront, the
rooming houses, the dives.

Search the entire Carré.
Use what men you need.

What can you tell us,
sir, about the footman?

Jubal has only been
two days with us.

The other night, my regular
footman was robbed and beaten.

I see now that was
part of the scheme.

You have the description?

You will also find and
arrest two men. Brothers.

Using the names Bret and Bart
Maverick. Young, dark-haired, well-dressed.

You wish to add something,
I believe, Mr. Devereaux?

I will pay a $5000 reward for
the safe return of my daughter.

- You heard?
- Yeah, sir.

Well?

I'm not sure that you are right
in suspecting the two brothers.

If they're innocent, they have nothing to
fear. But I have seen these types before.

It was no accident
they were at the hotel.

You told me they seemed bent...

- on rescuing my daughter.
- Seemed to be, Mr. Devereaux.

I don't presume to tell you
how to run your riverboats.

I mean no disrespect, sir.

Of course not.

- My apologies.
- Henri, we had best return to the hotel.

Surely they will try
to contact you there.

Believe me, sir, you may
depend upon the police.

Now, you get it?

Same routine we
used with Lucky Blare.

Now, what about the
Hardy Colton method?

Now, that would work too.

No. It's not as good
as the other in this case.

All right.

I gotta get something of hers
so they'd know I've been here.

Oh, that's beautiful
workmanship.

I'll take very good care
of it, Miss Devereaux.

All right.

- Are you staying?
- Try not to dawdle, brother Bart.

Twenty minutes to 8.

That gives us plenty of time.

If you're not back by midnight or
if the police come back with you...

You don't have to spell it out.

They may get me, but not
before I put a bullet through him.

Now, you hear him? Get going.

Rick.

Bart won't stray.

Of course, when he starts
back carrying all that cash...

that would be a big temptation
for an underpaid man like Rick.

Rick?

He wouldn't do that to me.

He wouldn't?

Oh, it's you again.

You're back to redeem
your silver saddle already?

Maybe tomorrow.

I see you refill shotgun
shells. You use black powder?

- What else?
- Good.

I want 2 pounds of it.

Two pounds? That's a lot of powder.
You don't often sell that much at one time.

Two pounds.

You got a powder bag?

Just pour it right in here.

Unh. One pound.

Police are very busy tonight.

So I notice.

- What's up?
- Well, one of our Creole moneybags...

had his daughter
kidnapped this evening.

Two pounds.

- It's bad business, kidnapping.
- Yup.

I wish him luck.

The kidnappers?

Take your pick.

- How much do I owe you?
- Uh...

Ten dollars.

You're kind of expensive.

Black powder sells for a
dollar, four bits a pound, friend.

Only when they're reported as
sales, filed with the police department.

- But when one ain't filed...
- Five dollars.

Night.

If you would've exhausted
all the possibilities...

- you would've found her by now.
- New Orleans is not a small town.

- A thorough search takes time.
- But my...

I wanna see Mr. Devereaux.

Good evening. Remember me? I'm the one
that jumped on the back of the carriage.

- You are the man.
- Yes, sir.

My daughter, where is she?

- She's safe for now.
- Where? I'll have the place surrounded.

A pretty quick way to
get two people killed.

- Two?
- Yes, sir. They're holding my brother...

- as hostage with her.
- Who are they?

You know a man by the
name of Jody Collins?

- He?
- And two of his friends.

They want $50,000. I'm supposed
to bring it to them before midnight.

He's lying, Mr. Devereaux. His
brother is no more hostage than I am.

I'm giving it to you straight.

How can we be sure he knows
where your daughter is at all?

I think this is just a way to
swindle you out of $50,000.

Do you recognize
this, Mr. Devereaux?

- My daughter's.
- Wh...?

- Uh, monsieur...
- Maverick. Bart Maverick.

Monsieur Maverick, the necklace
has convinced Monsieur Devereaux...

that you have seen his daughter.

But as his lawyer, I
would like an explanation...

as to why, if you
are not a criminal...

Collins entrusted you
to act as go-between.

Aside from your claim that he's
holding your brother as hostage.

Gentlemen, I would advise
you listen to me carefully.

The three of them were for
dumping us into the harbor.

We didn't much go for that. And it
wouldn't have helped your daughter at all.

We convinced them that we're old hands.
We offered to collect the money for a cut.

And of course, they put their
trust in complete strangers.

They're not the smartest
boys in the world,

inspector. That's why
they're so dangerous.

- You just asked for the money, why?
- Because I might need it.

To keep your daughter and
my brother from getting killed.

He's lying, Mr. Devereaux.

They paid the headwaiter to put
them next to your table this evening.

We were hoping to get an
invitation on the River Princess.

Just why were you so anxious
to get an invitation, monsieur?

Bret and I like to play
poker, Mr. Devereaux.

We were expecting to find
some interesting games on board.

- We even expected to make a little money.
- Gamblers. Professional gamblers.

Look, if you don't wanna trust
me with the money, say so.

I'll try to clear Bret
before they kill him.

Just what assurance can you give
me that Yvette will be released...

if I give you the money?

I can give you no guarantees.

But you go along with me...

I'll do my best for you.

Bring him in.

Monsieur Maverick...

I place very little
faith in your story.

Even less in Americans.

But my daughter's life is at
stake. I will see you get the money.

I'm glad you saw it my
way, Mr. Devereaux.

Oh. Inspector, they told me it would
be all right for me to see you here.

You have some
information, Ziggy?

Well, now, I ain't
sure, inspector, but it...

- Ah.
- About the kidnapping?

Maybe so.

Because a while ago, that
man came into my shop...

- and bought 2 pounds of black powder.
- You forgot to mention that.

- Did I?
- You deny you were at Ziggy's?

This afternoon.

I pawned a silver saddle.
Here's the pawn ticket.

And the powder was in
a big manila envelope.

It's inside his coat.

Pardon me.

Uh, he must've
passed it already.

- All right, Ziggy, you can get out.
- Uh, sure, inspector, uh...

Uh, I'll see you tomorrow.

You'll have your
money, Ziggy. Get out.

Mr. Devereaux, I've got to insist, it's
time for some proper police methods.

Just what do you mean by that?

Ziggy is a sewer rat but a
useful one. He wouldn't lie to me.

Two pounds of black powder
would come in mighty handy...

if the police should close in.

- You really believe that?
- What are you doing, inspector?

At headquarters, he'll tell
us where your daughter is.

I can assure you of that.

So you can go charging
in like a herd of buffalo.

If those boys panic, there's
no telling what they might do.

You'll write a note to your brother
saying you're being held at headquarters...

against the safe return
of Miss Devereaux.

That's very smart, inspector...

but Jody doesn't give a
hang whether I live or die.

That deadline is still
midnight, Mr. Devereaux.

Why aren't they back yet?

Oh, there's plenty of time.

- Unless Rick tried to...
- I told you I trust Rick.

Stop cracking those things.

That's quite an
accomplishment. It takes muscle.

You must be quite a
man in the bayous, Jubal.

Your Angelique
must be a fine woman.

My Angelique?

Why, you should've seen
the man I fought for her.

She is beautiful, huh, Jody?

Yeah, yeah, if you say so.

Everybody says so, Jody.

You know, Jody, you interest me.

You have talent.

- I hate to see talent go to waste.
- What do you mean?

Where are you heading when
Bart brings the money back?

Back to the swamps where
they won't ever find me.

With that money burning
a hole in your pocket?

That's too bad.

- What else?
- There are other cities...

with rich men with
wives, with daughters.

You know, if the three
of us put our minds to it...

- Three?
- Yeah. You, my brother and I.

See, we have connections.

We could introduce
you, and after that, well...

We've seen how you operate.

Bart and I can
outsmart most men...

but with you...

With me, it's the women, huh?

Have you ever been out west?

Seen how they just throw money
away in San Francisco and Denver?

And the Silver King.

We'd go to San Francisco.

You?

Well, we'd like to take
you and Rick along, Jubal...

- but it just wouldn't work out.
- Why not?

You see, when a smart man
wants some rough stuff done...

well, he just hires a couple
of men for chicken feed.

That way, he can ditch them
easier if things start getting tight.

What do you mean?

You keep trying, don't you?

Well, I'm sure you'd be a great
success in San Francisco, Jody.

There must be many women who
would be as foolish about you as I was.

Maybe that makes you jealous.

Then there's the east.
Saratoga, Newport.

Ah, women with husbands who
could buy and sell Henri Devereaux.

They've seen plenty of
hand kissers and heel clickers.

They want men, huh?

- What are you laughing at?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Perhaps I should cry.

- Maybe you should.
- Not for me, for you.

What is it you
really want, Jody?

You'll be the man
for so many women.

Who will be the woman for you?

Did I say I wanted one woman?

Where would there be one
woman for a man like me?

The ones who think
they're too good for me?

The ones I know
I'm too good for?

Women like you?

Or fat, muddy swamp-cows
like his Angelique.

Hold it!

All right, outside,
don't stop for anything.

Give me your gun.

Looks like we'll have to
cancel that little partnership.

Drop it.

Now, you get back there.

I appreciate that.

I surely do.

Getting tired, huh?

You had a rough time.

I'll give you credit. you're
tough. But I think you're smart too.

I'll talk to you in a way
you can understand.

Mr. Devereaux is offering $5000
reward for the return of his daughter.

I'll make you deal.

That address for half the reward
money, and you and your brother go free.

Look, inspector, I know this
case is mighty important to you.

You get that girl back and
Devereaux is your friend for life.

He might even make
you chief of police.

But I don't trust you as
far as I could throw you.

Which I'd truly enjoy doing.

Mr. Devereaux.

He has given you the address?

Not yet, sir, but he will.

You've got 20 minutes
left, Mr. Devereaux.

You're gonna left him take away your last
chance to get your daughter back alive?

- Release him.
- But...

At once, inspector. I've
listened to you long enough.

Sergeant.

Here.

All the money is here, monsieur.

Perhaps you would
like to count it, monsieur.

No.

I think it's about time you
and I began trusting each other.

My hat.

I have a carriage outside.

It's at your disposal.

May I request
that I go with you?

No, thanks, Mr. Devereaux.

I'm gonna have to do this alone.

I don't want any police escort.

No one trails me.

My word of honor.

Tell him.

Order your men not
to follow Mr. Maverick...

or interfere in any
of his movements.

Yes, Mr. Devereaux.

Monsieur...

Yvette...

she's the only one I have.

You...

- You will...
- I know how you feel.

Stop here. DRIVER: Whoa.

Wait around the corner.

Stop here, driver.

Wait for me.

How do we know what
his brother is up to?

- They're too smart for us.
- For you maybe.

- Jody, we gotta get out of here.
- Where?

Well, you're supposed to be
the big boss, you tell us where.

I must apologize
again, Mr. Maverick.

Better make this look friendly.

- Did you get it?
- It's here.

Toss it over.

Just like that?

And he said you were
smart. Toss it over.

Don't you wanna see
the color of the money?

There's 2 pounds of
black powder in this.

We're walking out of here. You
try anything and I'll touch this fuse.

You're bluffing. Now,
you drop it or I'll...

You can pull that trigger, but
I'd have time to light this fuse.

You couldn't get away from it.

He ain't bluffing, Jody.

You can see it in his eyes.

He ain't that willing to die.

You're right. But I'd rather go
this way than be shot by you.

We'll all be buried together.

I'm counting three.

Bret, get her out of here.
- Don't move.

- One.
- This ain't worth no thousand dollars.

- I'm leaving here.
- You're staying. Nobody leaves this place.

We're all leaving.

- Two.
- I wanna get out too, Jody.

If he touches that
fuse, we're all dead.

That's why he won't touch it.

Maybe if it was
just him, he would.

But he won't kill his
brother and Yvette too.

Uh, look, I know
him better than you.

If he says he'll
do it, he'll do it.

You better drop those guns.

He's getting too close to
that fuse. It's gonna go off!

I'll move it away when
you drop those guns.

I wanna get out of here.

Will you let me go?

Sure, Rick. Go on.

Drop that gun.

That goes for you too.

That show you I mean business?

You drop that or I'll
give you the same thing.

What are you gonna do, Jody?

Keeping us standing here
until we starve to death?

- Aah!
- Bart, come on!

Oh, good evening, Miss
Devereaux. Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

- I hope you are enjoying your cruise.
- Beyond our wildest expectations.

Yes, I've heard from some of my
friends who have sat with you the game.

Well, we have been pretty lucky.

By the way, Yvette just told
me something very shocking.

You didn't tell me that she
had agreed to be kidnapped.

Oh, well, I thought I'd let her tell
you, sir. That is, if she wanted to.

I've always
considered Americans...

to be devoid of the
qualities we Creoles value.

You and your brother have
shown me how very wrong I was.

You also taught me that I can
be proud of being an American.

Then I guess it was
worth it, Mr. Devereaux.

Perhaps I had been a little bit
too severe too with my daughter.

Will you excuse me?

Ha, ha. Good evening, sir.

Oh, how is the shoulder?

Oh, it's very painful.

But with sympathetic
attention, I'll recover.

If you'll excuse me for a moment,
gentlemen, I'll be right back.

You'll have your revenge.

So pappy left us a
$1000 bill apiece...

and some very profound
words of wisdom.

Oh?

Never hold a kicker and
never draw to an inside straight.

Imagine being able to go where
you want, do what you want.

To be completely free.

It must be a wonderful feeling.

Oh, it has its drawbacks.

Of course, you get to see a lot of
new places, meet a lot of new people.

But then, you always have
to leave some people behind.

Thank you for
waiting, gentlemen.