All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E28.

Ah, all right, get some wood.
And bring up that bucket.

All right, now get a wiggle
on down to that stream.

It's too hot to
wiggle, Mr. Wishbone.

Then run with this.

There and back, full of water.

Look, Mr. Wishbone.

Will you get a wiggle
on, you lead-bottomed...?

Over there, look.

Is she, uh..?

Yeah, she's a woman.

- I mean...
- Yeah, she's breathing.

Just scratched up a mite.
Heat must have got her.

Go saddle up one of the
team and go fetch Mr. Favor.

Mushy, I said, go
fetch Mr. Favor.

That isn't soup,
Mr. Wishbone. That's liquid gold.

Heh, specialty of
the house, ma'am.

Oh!

I suppose that, uh, recipe
is a closely-guarded secret.

Well, the fellows all call
it my adobe soup, ma'am.

It's one part mud
and one part water.

Uh, Mr. Favor, this
is, uh... Um, uh...

- Heh, Lisa Temple.
- Mr. Favor's our trail boss.

Heh, well, that explains that
dark, forbidding look I'm getting.

Oh, I'm afraid these clothes aren't
exactly designed to impress a stranger.

Mm-hm.

A blanket might help.
Mushy, a blanket.

What are you doing out
here, Miss, uh, Temple?

Uh, Mrs. Temple.

I'm on my way to Fort
Bradley to visit my husband.

Well, isn't that a coincidence.

Bradley's right in New Mexico,

right on our way. LISA: Oh!

Here you are, ma'am. I
shook it out real smart.

Oh, thank you, Mushy.

That shirt could use
some mending too.

Um...

Oh, right after
supper, of course.

Come on, Mushy, we got a
whole parcel of drovers to feed.

I'm afraid I've been keeping your
men from their chores, Mr. Favor, heh.

Yeah.

You were on your way to
Fort Bradley, Mrs. Temple.

From Langtry City.

But my idiot horse
thought differently

and he went one way and
I went the other, head first.

Hiking never was
my favorite sport.

You were, um,
riding out here alone?

I always travel alone,
Mr. Favor, when I'm in a hurry.

Well, um, why don't you
rest up the night here?

Come sunup, I'll have one of
my men take you into Palo Pinto.

- Palo Pinto? But that's...
- Eight miles due east of here.

Federal Marshal's office there.
He'll see that you get back to Langtry.

Uh, Mr. Favor, I don't
think you understand.

Like I said, I'm in a hurry.

You see, my husband's being
transferred to the Presidio in California

and if I don't get to Bradley
by the beginning of the month,

I'll miss him completely.

Federal Marshal
will still get you there

a sight quicker
than we ever could.

On the strength
of a pretty smile?

You see, Mr. Favor, I
haven't got any money.

Everything I had was in the
saddlebags on that horse going due north.

I've got a few odds and ends
in my bag, that's all I have left.

Plus a pretty little smile.

You was going all the
way to Fort Bradley on that?

Well, it's gotten
me this far, hasn't it?

Well, we're in luck,
Mr. Favor. Rio Seco's real low.

It's no chore to cross at all.

This can't be Mushy.

And it sure ain't Wishbone.

We got us a mirage right
here in the middle of camp.

Rowdy, heh.

Rowdy Yates, it just
doesn't seem possible.

After all these time, you
haven't changed a bit.

- Now I know I've seen it all.
- Hello, Louise.

Louise?

Oh, Rowdy knew
me in Langtry City

when I was just plain
Lisa Louise McAdams,

before I married Major Temple.

Maybe you'd, uh, better
get some rest, Mrs. Temple.

Might be we're gonna need it.

Well, heh, vanity
first, Mr. Favor.

My beauty sleep's
just gonna have to wait

until I separate myself
from some of this prairie dust.

I think I can make it down to that
creek alone, but coming back...

Would you mind, Rowdy?

- You'll be needing a towel, miss.
- Oh, thank you, heh.

Oh, that Rowdy.

He could fall into a dry well and
come up with a handful of roses.

And a bucketful of thorns.

Louise Vestal, Goddess of Chance
and the Queen of the Temple of Gold,

right there on her knees in
the mud, like any mortal woman.

If your subjects could
only see you now.

- Towel, please.
- Oh.

What happened, Louise? You try to fill
an inside straight with an honest deck?

Rowdy.

Or did one of your
subjects finally realize

that poker table
wasn't an altar after all?

Rowdy, the Temple of Gold is
dead, and its goddess is buried with it.

Oh.

What happened? That, uh...

That crooked sheriff of yours
find himself a mortal woman?

Well, I guess I
deserved that one.

That crooked sheriff is dead,
Rowdy. They say that I murdered him.

Well, a woman kill a man
like that, she can't be all bad.

I didn't kill anyone.

All I did was compromise
with my conscience.

Oh, a goddess with a conscience?

Well, your temple might
have come tumbling down,

but it'll take a
lot more than that

to pull the Louise Vestal
I knew off her pedestal.

Rowdy, I'm trying to change.
You've gotta believe that.

They wouldn't give me a chance.
They wouldn't let me do anything.

"They"?

Those illustrious city fathers who
got rich off the graft that I paid them.

They warned me not
to close the Temple.

- Yeah, you closed it anyway?
- I had to, Rowdy.

Don't you see? It was the only way
I could start living with myself again.

The sheriff gave me an argument.

And we had a little trouble
and the gun went off.

I didn't even see him fall.

In order to protect themselves,
they blamed me for his murder.

I had no one to
turn to, so I ran.

Yeah, you running,
that seems impossible.

Rowdy, I gotta get across the
border. I gotta get out of Texas.

- There's nothing holding you here.
- But I can't make it alone.

I tried and look what
happened to me.

Oh, no, cattle drives and
runaway goddesses just don't mix.

Rowdy.

Rowdy, you could talk to
Mr. Favor. He'd listen to you.

You could persuade
him to let me stay with you

just till you cross over the
border into New Mexico.

Well, I could help
Wishbone with the cooking...

Tell the truth, then, will you?

Rowdy, I'm telling
you the truth.

Isn't that what's important?

I'm not asking you to
save my old life, Rowdy.

I'm asking you to
save the new one.

All I need is a chance.

Just a chance to start a new life,
and have a new home, a new name.

Oh, Rowdy, please,
you gotta help me.

Mushy, you got any bacon grease?

- What for?
- Keeps my hair down slick.

What's the matter
with the way it is?

Just get the grease.

No use, Jim.

Not even an ax is gonna help
with what you got to live with.

Oh, that's real funny, Joe.
How would you like a shave?

- I'll take it back. You're beautiful.
- That's better.

My, oh, my. Well, ain't
this comfy and cozy?

Everybody sitting
around the fire.

If you're getting all slicked
up to go nighthawking,

uh, you're a half-hour late.

- Yes, sir.
- Just leaving, boss.

Here's your bacon
grease, Mr. Toothless.

Oh, forget it, Mushy. Them
cows like my hair just the way it is.

- She changed much, Rowdy?
- Hmm?

Since, uh, Langtry City.

Oh.

Well, one of us has changed.

I'm just not exactly
sure which one, heh.

Well, while you're
figuring it out,

would you mind doing
it out by the herd?

Oh.

There you are, Mrs. Temple.

All nice and sewed. I washed it,
but I don't have a smoothing iron.

Oh, Wishbone, if I
wasn't a married woman,

you'd sure need some protection.

Look at that, Mr. Favor.

A professional seamstress
couldn't have done any better.

Uh, yeah.

We'll start you back
first thing in the morning.

Well, Mr. Favor, don't you
think that's a little soon?

She still got a touch
of the Weary Fever.

She'll stay in the supply
wagon. Fix her a place.

- Mr. Favor, I...
- Yeah?

Ah, I'll fix the supply wagon.

Oh, Mr. Favor, heh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I mean, my being here and
upsetting your cattle drive and all.

Nothing's upset yet.

Well, I mean, it's not right to
take Wishbone away from his work,

just to escort me.

Wishbone won't be escorting you.

Oh. Well, who?

How about your old
friend, Rowdy Yates?

All right, Mushy, come
on, get out of there.

Now go pull those fire
irons and load the wagon.

Oh, I got you all fixed up
nice and roomy, ma'am.

Oh, that looks very
cozy, Mr. Wishbone.

Mushy, I told you to
go load the wagon.

Yes, sir.

All set to move out. - Fine.

How long do you figure
before we reach Rio Seco?

- By sundown at least.
- Good.

- You'll be able to catch up, then.
- Catch up?

Yeah, you're taking Mrs.
Temple to Palo Pinto.

Hey, hold on. Just a
minute. How come me?

Why not you?

According to Mrs. Temple,
you two are old friends.

Well, I wouldn't exactly
say friends, exactly.

Oh, what would you call it?

Any one of these drovers would
give a month's pay to play escort to her.

Why don't you send
her to Palo Pinto with...?

That's not where she
wants to go, Rowdy.

Well, I can't help that. Send
her with Quince or Toothless.

- What about...?
- Rowdy, I want to make sure

she gets there all
right. Understand?

All right, I'll
take care of her.

I'm sure you will.

Wishbone, Mushy, let's
get that chuck wagon rolling.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Just wanted to say
goodbye, ma'am.

Oh, Mushy.

It isn't much, but it's the nicest
way I know to say thank you.

And Mr. Wishbone.

Whiskers, adobe soup,
needle and thread and all,

- I'll just never forget you.
- Heh, it's been a pleasure, ma'am.

Mr. Scarlett, Mr. Quince,
Mr. Toothless,

I just want you to know that I have
never been treated so kindly before

by such real gentlemen.

And Mr. Favor, I'll never
forget your hospitality

as long as I live, I promise.

I promise, I'll never forget
your bright little smile.

All right, let's move out.

You ready?

Rowdy, I'm grateful.

- For what?
- For what you've done.

Oh, I admit, for a while there,

I was afraid you weren't
going to help me, heh.

What do you call "help"?

Well, you're here, aren't you?

I mean, I was under the impression
that you'd asked to be my escort.

No, Louise, why would I do that?

Louise? Louise.

What's so funny, huh?

Do you mind telling
me what's so funny?

Just ten seconds to sound off.

This.

Where did you get that?

Without that, the wheel can't
stay on the axle, can it, Rowdy?

Without the wheel,
the wagon can't roll.

And without a wagon, we're not
gonna get to Palo Pinto now, are we?

If this had come off
on that ridge back there,

we wouldn't be going anywhere.

You could have killed yourself.

- Killed myself, huh?
- That's right.

And what do you think you and
that stiff-necked trail boss of yours

are trying to do to me?

You think that marshal is
just gonna pat me on the head

and send me on my way
with a benevolent benediction?

If the charges against
you are false, he may.

Throw myself on the
mercy of the court?

Is that what you're
gonna suggest?

Well, take another look, Rowdy.

The queen of the Temple of
Gold, the Goddess of Chance,

who uses a poker table for an
altar and a roulette wheel for a heart,

how much of a chance do you
think she's gonna have, huh?

The same chance Lisa Temple
would get if she told the truth.

Tsk, ah, don't be naive, Rowdy.

They're not gonna take my word,

the word of a notorious
gambling queen,

against those
illustrious city fathers.

Well, they're never
gonna believe me.

Oh, Rowdy.

Rowdy, I've lived with
lies for too long in my life.

And now I'm being
punished for it.

But more than anything else, I
need someone to believe in me.

It's a matter of life and death,
Rowdy, don't you understand?

There's a toolbox under
that seat. Get it, will you?

Huh?

Well, we gotta get this
wheel on the wagon.

- And then what?
- What do you usually do with wagons?

Now listen, Rowdy...

Look, I'll listen your ear off
when we get this wagon moving.

A while back, you laughed at me
when I mentioned my conscience.

Well, how's your
conscience, Mr. Yates?

How does it feel to be
playing executioner?

Oh, Rowdy, please, let me go.

You could say that I just, uh, wrecked
the wagon or ran away or anything.

Well, if you won't help me, at
least you could let me help myself.

Look, just keep your back
turned and fuss with that wheel,

and I'll just walk away.

I'll just walk out of
here and out of your life

and you'll never see me again
ever. I promise. I swear to you.

We gotta get moving if we're
gonna catch up to the drive.

- To the drive?
- Right.

Oh, Rowdy.

String them out there.

Head them toward the flats.

Why don't you climb in
the back and get a little rest?

I feel like I'm back
in the Temple of Gold

rolling around in
one of my dice cups.

Tip your hat, Mr. Breen.

The Goddess of
Langtry City is passing by.

We've been eating a
lot of dust looking for her.

Let's get it over with.

Did you forget, Mr. Breen,
that ours is a mission of justice?

That's right, justice.

Our job is not to pass sentence
on the Goddess, Mr. Breen.

Our friends have
a stake in this too.

Will you please find them? And
remind them to bring along a rope.

Mm.

My, my, my.

What's the matter?

What do you mean,
what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

This coffee, it's wonderful,
best you've ever done.

- Same as always, ain't it?
- Oh, it's better than always.

- Are you kidding me?
- That's right, ah.

Yuck.

Mr. Favor.

Mr. Rowdy's coming
with the wagon.

Here, get him a cup of
coffee. He'll be needing it.

- Hey, you made pretty good time.
- Yeah.

- Any, uh, trouble?
- No, no trouble.

What about Ms. Temple? The marshal
gonna get her to Bradley all right?

Well, we didn't get to see the
marshal. We didn't got to Palo Pinto.

Oh, no.

Well, what did you do with her?

- Coffee, Mr. Rowdy. Hot and strong.
- Thanks, Mushy.

Well, let's have it. Come
on, the whole ugly story.

Can I get you some
food, Mr. Rowdy?

Uh, no. No, thanks, Mushy.

- Now, Rowdy. Now.
- Did you have a good trip?

I bet you hated to say
goodbye to that beautiful lady.

Would you come on
and do your dishes?

Today.

Uh, she's wanted for murder,
boss. A murder she didn't commit.

Yeah, well, what's that
got to do with anything?

She needs help.

Oh, well, the marshal will give her
all the help she needs and then some.

No. Uh, she wouldn't
have a chance with the law.

- Take my word for that.
- Your word or hers?

Look, we're the only
ones who can help her out.

All she needs is, uh, two or three
days and we'll be in New Mexico.

Seeing as, uh, we're
not a wagon train,

we ain't particularly
equipped for passengers.

Especially women
passengers and most especially

and particularly women
passengers on the run from the law.

I know, I've been through all
that, both with her and myself.

Oh, I see.

And what else did
she tell you, Rowdy?

Just that as soon as
she gets out of Texas, uh,

she can breathe clean air,
start a new life, new name.

- Tsk, and you believed all that?
- Yeah, I believed all that.

You didn't last night.

Why the, uh, sudden
change of heart?

Oh.

Well, I just thought
it over, that's all.

She needs somebody. A
woman like that needs someone.

Oh, you are great.
Heh, you really are.

A woman like that
doesn't need anybody.

Not you or me or anybody.

There's only one thing she
needs. It's that pretty little smile.

Hogan's the name. A.J.
Hogan out of Langtry City.

- What do you want?
- Some information.

- You the trail boss?
- That's right.

Looking for a woman.

Louise Vestal is her name.

She's better known as
the Goddess of Chance.

Mite short on
goddesses around here.

- What do you want her for?
- Murder.

Sheriff of Langtry City made the
mistake of turning his back on her.

Well, if it isn't the
honorable A.J. Hogan,

beloved chairman
of our city council,

complete with his assortment of
house-broken ring-tailed puppets.

You always knew how to
make an entrance, Louise.

That's not all I knew how to
make, right, Mr. Chairman?

What was your take from
the Temple, 20 percent?

Look at him, Mr. Favor.

A pillar of society whose balloon of
respectability started to come down

when I decided to
ring down the curtain

on Louise Vestal and
their goldmine of graft.

Why don't you stick
to the facts, Louise?

The sheriff, not you, closed
that gambling hall down.

And this gentleman is
our local schoolteacher.

Mr. Respectability himself.

He owes me so much
money in gambling debts

he's only got only two
choices: kill himself or me.

We aren't here to talk, Goddess.

And this noble soul is Jeremiah
Breen, my most persistent admirer.

Always found time to woo
me with flowers and promises.

Money too.

Where did you get
the money, Mr. Breen?

- From your wife and children?
- That's enough, Louise!

That will never be enough.

All I wanted from you
hypocrites was a chance.

A chance to be a decent
law-abiding citizen, just like you.

No, not just like you.

Not even a tinsel goddess in a
cardboard temple would sink that low.

You're all through now, I hope?

No, Mr. Favor,
we are not through.

This woman committed a murder.

If you try to stop us from
taking her into custody,

you're guilty of
harboring a fugitive.

Uh, that there
word "guilty", um.

That's a courtroom law

and I don't recollect having been
tried and convicted of anything lately.

Besides, I don't see
a badge among you.

The badge was buried, Mr. Favor,

along with the man
that was wearing it.

Oh, I'll admit some of the
things she said were true.

We did invest in
her gambling house.

We did take some
of the profits out of it.

We did, that is, until she
decided to use it as a club

and blackmail us into silence.

That's when we knew he had
to take what was coming to us,

so we closed her down.

She fought back,
shot the sheriff and ran.

You see, we're partly
responsible for what she is.

And we've got a
responsibility to take her back.

Well, she belongs to the law
and the law is gonna get her.

Sorry, that's the
way it's gonna be.

We are the law in Langtry City.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh, you
ought to get back to Langtry City.

You're a long way from home.

We have come a long way,

but, Louise, I promise you
we're not going back without you.

Rowdy, Mr. Favor, I just
don't know how to thank you.

For what?

For trusting in me.
For believing in me.

Oh, you don't know
how much it means.

Yeah, well, we didn't have
any other choice really.

No, I didn't
either. I had to run.

Well, you saw what
Hogan and his men are like.

I had to keep on running
until I found someone like you

and Mr. Favor who'd give
me a chance to prove myself.

Oh, you'll get your
chance, all right.

I'm taking you to the
marshals in the morning.

Good night.

Come back here!

It is a nice night
for a walk, ain't it?

Oh, Mr. Favor.

- Well, you must be a light sleeper too.
- Uh-huh.

I, uh, thought I heard Hey Soos
calling a horse or something.

You know, wandering out here alone
like this, you're sort of inviting trouble.

I never invite
trouble, Mr. Favor.

It usually drops in on
me and surprises me.

Oh, um, one thing.

Just how far do you think you
would have gotten traveling alone?

I mean, no provisions, no
horse, no gun, rough country,

and a whole posse
out there waiting for you.

Well, I almost had
a horse, Mr. Favor,

but, uh, Hey Soos sleeps
even lighter than you do.

You know, you're such a cool-headed,
calculating and realistic woman,

yet here you are
trying to run off alone.

I ain't much good at riddles.
Maybe you could solve it for me.

It's simple.

This cool-headed, calculating,
realistic woman has learned a few things.

I've learned that I
have to be cool-headed

and calculating
about other people too.

Like who?

Like you and Rowdy and
the men that work for you.

- It's not fair what I've done.
- Well, they've enjoyed it.

Scarlett and Quince
had a reason to shave.

Toothless even found out
what a comb was for again.

Yeah, but they've become
accessories to a murder charge.

No, I had no right
to involve you.

Rowdy seems to think
that we should be involved.

Well, that's my fault too.

I played on his sympathy.
I pleaded with him for help.

Oh, a nice man like that,
he's so warm and honest...

And so easy to wrap
around your finger.

Tell me, Mr. Favor,

how does a woman go about
wrapping you around her finger?

By not trying to, and by not
running away from things.

I'm really running away
from you, you know.

Oh?

Why?

Well, I've been distracting to your
men and I've slowed up your cattle drive.

I've put you in jeopardy with
Hogan's men and with the law.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

I just wish I could start
all over again with you.

If you really mean
that, there is a way.

We could start over together

at the marshal's office.

Señor Favor.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought
I heard something.

Well, it's all right.

Say, would you mind
saddling my horse?

And that one there would
do just fine for Mrs. Temple.

- You mean we're leaving now?
- Sure, why not?

This way we'll get a good jump
on your friend Hogan out there.

And it will save the trouble of
another painful farewell to the boys.

Hey Soos can take care of it.

Oh, and maybe
you'd better stay here.

We wouldn't you wandering
off in the dark again.

Is there anything I
can get you for the trip?

I'll be back in minute.

- Why, that...
- Don't say it, señora.

A lesson I learned long ago:

A closed mouth catches no flies.

Mr. Favor.

This stirrup is kind of long.

What are you gonna
tell the marshal?

I'll let you do the telling.

What if I'm guilty after all?

Well, heh, that would be your
problem, wouldn't it? Not mine.

Well, what if I'd been lying
and Hogan was telling the truth?

Yeah, so?

Heh. Oh, no matter.

I keep forgetting you're the one
man I can't twist around my little finger.

Then why don't you stop trying?

Might save you a
skinned knuckled or two.

- Any sign of the boss?
- Nope.

Not that posse either. It
just seemed to disappeared.

I wish he hadn't gone off like that.
- Hey, Rowdy!

Found him wandering
lose out there in the open.

You just keep the
herd moving. Come on.

How bad, Rowdy?

Well, he's alive.

"I need someone
to believe in me."

- What did you say?
- Get him back to Wishbone.

- Yeah, but...
- Get him back.

Oh, that's fine. Fine.

That'll do just fine.

There you are, Louise,
just as I promised you.

This time, there'll be no
misguided knights of the plain

to come and pull it down.

Mighty nice of you to come
riding after us, Goddess.

Made it just about
as easy as it can be.

But I didn't...

- Hogan, you can't...
- Louise, Louise, just watch.

Keep your eyes open and
watch as long as you can.

Bring over the horse, Tom.

That horse stays
put. And so do you.

Oh, Rowdy, I knew you'd
come. I knew you'd save me.

Drop the gun belts. Now.

You're making a mistake, cowboy.
This is our business, not yours.

A man with a bullet in his
back makes it my business.

They did it, Rowdy.

They killed Mr. Favor.
No warning, no nothing.

- Just a bullet in the back.
- Move over here.

She's lying.

She came riding in to
us. She was all alone.

Don't pull that
trigger yet, Rowdy.

Not till he knows
what it feels like to beg.

The show's over, Goddess.

You're making a mistake,
cowboy. A big mistake.

I made one mistake. I'm not
planning on making another, mister.

You know, it's a funny
thing about poison, boy.

It comes in all
kinds of containers.

Some of them are even pretty.

Louder, Hogan. A man on his
knees, he's gotta speak up real loud.

Everybody she touches turns
green inside and sort of rots.

It's a slow way of dying that
even a scalpel can't cut out.

But there is one cure.

We know it and I
think you do too.

Keep talking, Hogan.

Pretty soon we're all
gonna be singing spirituals.

- Get your horse.
- Well, my hands.

One man is dead, maybe another.

As for us, I guess we're
all dying a little bit inside,

because we looked and we
listened and we let her poison sink in.

Let us finish what we
started. It's the only way.

You are finished,
Hogan. All of you.

- All right, get on your horses.
- Rowdy.

But they're murderers.
They killed Mr. Favor.

You can't just let
them ride away.

You believe what
she said, cowboy?

If I did, you wouldn't be riding
out of here. Now get moving.

Well, I guess you're right.

There's no point in wasting
ammunition on them.

What's more important
is you and me.

You shut up. Get on that horse.

Rowdy, you don't
believe them, do you?

- You don't think I killed Mr. Favor.
- You liar. You rotten...

All right, ah.

All right, I'm a liar
and a murderess.

I'm everything
anybody ever said I was.

So I guess there's
just one thing left to do,

pull that trigger.

What's the matter, Rowdy, you
find it difficult to shoot a woman?

I'll make it easier for you.

How's that?

Just isn't a fair fight, is it?

You got a gun, but you
also got a conscience.

Yeah, you're right
about the gun.

But you're wrong
about that conscience.

A fellow once told me, if you're
ever gonna get shot, let a woman do it.

They never been
known to hit anything yet.

I don't know, feels like
she did pretty good though.

Oh, thanks.

There's not a sign of
him, boss, nowhere.

Looked everyplace he
should've been. He wasn't.

- What about the girl?
- That isn't a girl.

Lacking the broom and the
boiling pot, it's purebred witch.

All the more reason,
ugh, to find him, then.

Well, you're not going. You
couldn't get two miles that way.

Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor, Rowdy is coming.

- The girl's not with him.
- Looks like she found her broom.

- That's kind of a
fancy-looking rig FAVOR: Ugh.

- You got there.
- Thank you.

Hmm?

Thanks.

Where is she?

- Ah.
- What did you do with her?

She's with the marshal,
Hogan and the rest of them.

She's their problem now
and she better stay that way.

You know what she said?

The last thing she said to me was
she wanted me to believe in her,

and thanked me for trying.

- Can you imagine that?
- You tried pretty hard.

Yeah, I almost did.

Head them up!

Move them out!