All language subtitles for smith and jones 1x10

I can't believe it,
Heyes!

I can't believe you'd have the
un-diluted gall to ride in here again

after what you pulled on us
with Big Jim.

Kyle, I did it
for your own good!

But I don't expect you
to believe that.

You really thought
we was mad at you.

You mean you're not?

What are you doin' here,
anyways?

I'm not sure
you're gonna believe me.

Those people down there?
I'm their guide.

They're hunting
for a tribe of dead Indians.

Dead Indians?

Seven feet tall
with flaming red hair.

So I'd appreciate if you
boys just stay out of sight.

Well, why?

$30 a day is why.

You're getting paid
$30 a day?

That's right.

(CHUCKLING)
That's better than stealing.

That is stealing.

But legal.

So stop scaring
my search party, will you?

NARRA TOR:
Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry,

the two most successful outlaws
in the history of the West.

And in all the trains
and banks they robbed,

they never shot anyone.

This made our two Iatter-day
Robin Hoods very popular

with everyone but the
railroads and the banks.

CURRY: There's one thing
we gotta get, Heyes.

HEYES.' What's that?

CURRY: Out of this business.

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

First, you gotta prove
you deserve it.

Ah, so all we have to do
is just stay out of trouble

till the governor figures
we deserve amnesty.

But in the meantime,
we'll still be wanted.

LOM: Well, that's true.

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

It'II be our secret.

(GUN SHOTS)

CURRY: I sure wish the governor
would let a few more people

in on our secret.

NARRATOR:
Alias Smith and Jones,

starring Pete Duel
and Ben Murphy.

Mining supplies. Whose idea was
this anyway, taking this job?

Well,

if you don't know,

neither do I.

Well, maybe it isn't one ofthe
best ideas I ever thought up.

You mean some thinking
actually went into this?

But there's nothing
to worry about.

AII we gotta do
is stay calm,

and we got ourselves $200

when we make this delivery
to the mine.

Do you know what the roads
in those mountains are like?

Heyes,
now you ain't listening.

They said there's nothing
to worry about.

(WHISPERING) Giddap.

Wait a minute, Heyes.
Hold on, hold on.

Whoa, whoa.
What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Just
listen to this, would you?

"Guide needed for 10-day trip
to Devil's Hole area.

"Archeologist will pay
$30 per day

"plus bonus
if expedition is successful.

"Must be expert with firearms
and familiar with the area."

Just what exactly
is an archeologist?

Someone who's paying
$30 a day plus bonus.

You know, Heyes,
I've been thinking.

It doesn't make any sense for
the two of us to get blowed.

What I meant is,
it doesn't take two of us

to drive this wagon, right?

Yeah.

So why don't I go back
there, take that job

and then we'll have

$500 to split
instead of $200.

I can't think of any reason why
you shouldn't take that job.

Except one.

You know, that's what I Iike about
you, Heyes. You never disappoint me.

Now why shouldn't I
take that job?

Because I should
take that job.

You're right, it only takes
one of us to drive the wagon.

Now, wait a minute,
I found this job.

You found this one, too.
So I'II take that one.

You're going to be
stubborn about this, huh?

Uh-huh.

AII right.

Maybe we ought
to flip a coin.

Whose coin?

You know, Kid,

it might be safer
driving this wagon.

Maybe that ad was put in the
paper by a bounty hunter

just wanting
to grab a reward.

You're right, Heyes.

That's something
to consider.

Flipthe coin.

Call it.

Mr. Alexander?

Yes.

My name is Joshua Smith, and ifthis job
you advertised is still open, here I am.

Mr. Smith, this might
appear rude of me,

but you seem rather young
to be a guide.

Especially for what I understand
to be extremely dangerous country.

There's nothing rude
about that.

In fact, I was just thinking you're
rather tall to be an Englishman.

I stand corrected.

But before we talk,
I have to be certain

that you really know
the area in question.

We're old friends.

Old enough
to draw a map of it?

Older than that.

It has mountains
on two sides.

Like so.

The actual Devil's
Hole hideout is here.

There's a lake up here

and the river comes down
through here Iike this

and then it goes dry
someplace up in here

depending on
what month it is.

There's a forest...
Big forest over here.

The entrance to the hideout
is right here.

If you plan to go through it you don't
need a guide, you need an army.

(CHUCKLES)

I think we can talk.

That's an interesting piece
of rawhide.

I came across it
in San Francisco.

And when I heard
the story behind it,

well, it set our little
expedition in motion.

Mr. Alexander,

I could use the $30 a day,

but if you're going into
Devil's Hole country

looking for gold or some kind
of buried treasure, forget it.

There's nothing Iike that
in there.

Perhaps not the kind
oftreasure you have in mind.

But there is something in
there of enormous value,

and I intend to find it.

But before we proceed,

there was another requirement
stated in my advertisement.

(GUN SHOT)

Mr. Smith,
I'd Iike you to meet

the other members
of our party.

It's my pleasure,
Mr. Smith.

And this is
Mr. and Mrs. Finney.

How do you do?

This is ourguide,
Mr. Joshua Smith.

It's nice to know that we're going
to be in such capable hands.

You're quite right,
my dear.

This trip is going to be a little more
difficult than crossing Boston Common.

Have you ever been
to Boston, Mr. Smith?

No, Mrs. Finney, I've never managed
to get past the Mississippi River.

I thought for a moment
we'd met somewhere before.

We're all quite anxious
to be on our way.

Do you think we might start
in the morning?

Could I ask why you're going
into Devil's Hole country?

There's a gang of outlaws
in there that gets nervous

when people
start poking around.

We're not going into
their hideout, Mr. Smith.

I'm sure they'll see
how harmless we are.

They'II ignore us.

Do I get to know what you're looking for?
That's worth taking that risk?

Mr. Parker and I, we came to San Francisco
from Australia a few weeks ago.

I found that rawhide map
in an old bookstore.

It had a bearing
on an archeological theory

that a tribe of tall Indians once
lived in the Devil's Hole region.

Huge giants
with flaming red hair.

Yes, I've heard that story, but I
never met anyone who believed it.

Well, now you have,

and you and
my companions and I,

we'll bring back the proof
that I'm right.

Git!
Come on, come on.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Evening.

Evening.

You a fellow
called Joshua Smith?

Mmm-hmm.

The Sheriff
wants you down to his office.

The Sheriff?

Well, I'd be glad
to go down to his office.

But, as you see,
I'm packing.

I'm leaving on a trip in the morning.
Could it wait till I get back?

No.

You wouldn't happen to know
what this is about, would you?

Nope.

And you're sure it can't
wait till I get back?

Nope.

Mr. Smith, come in.

Sit down.

I want to ask you
a few questions.

They tell me that
you're taking a party

back into
Devil's Hole country.

Yes, sir.

And I understand
that you got the job

'cause you could prove that you know
that country back there pretty well.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Smith,

did you draw this map?

Yes, sir.

Now, I'd say that that's
a pretty accurate map.

Mmm-hmm.

How come you knew so much about
that country back there?

I've been there, sir.

Well, I can see that
by the map.

But now, why do you suppose

that Hannibal Heyes
and Kid Curry

and the Devil's Hole Gang
would let you ride in there

and ride back out
without killing you?

You know, I never
thought about that, sir.

You see, a friend of mine and
me, about three years ago,

heard there might be
some gold there.

So we packed some animals in,

and, well, we poked around
for two or three months,

but we come back out just as
poor as we were when we went in.

And you mean to tell me that you
was back in there for three months

and you never run into
the Devil's Hole Gang at all?

Well, no, we saw 'em, you
know, off in the distance,

riding in and riding out
once in a while.

So I guess they saw us,

but they figured, you know, we wasn't
bothering anybody, so they didn't bother us.

And you never had
any contact with them?

Sheriff, if Hannibal Heyes had
had any special interest in me,

do you think
I'd be sitting here today?

You know, a good Iaw man
can generally feel

when a feller's tellin' the truth
or when he's Iying to him.

And I'd say that
you're tellin' the truth.

You probably rode in there when Heyes
and Curry was in a plum amiable mood,

'cause they're two
of the orneriest critters

that the Good Lord
ever set amongst us.

There's no question
about that.

I came as fast as I could,
Sheriff.

You got here
right on time, Doc.

Fred, you can go on home
if you want to.

Good night, Sheriff.

If you don't mind, I'II be going, too.
I want to get an early...

Just sit right back down,
Mr. Smith.

I ain't finished with you yet.

Tell me something.

Just what all do you know
about these people

that you're fixing
to ride out yonder with?

Well, only what matters.

Paying $30 a day, and a bonus if
we find what they're looking for.

Yeah, yeah. I've heard all those
wild tales about them Indians.

Mr. Alexander
is paying hard cash,

and that's one thing
I don't talk back to.

This is Doc Wilson.

How do you do, Mr. Smith?

Glad to meet you, sir.

AII right, Doc, why don't you
tell him what you told me?

I guess you know those two
Englishmen and Mr. and Mrs. Finney

didn't all arrive
in the same party.

No, I didn't know that.

The Finney's were
going through to Boston.

I found that out
when I examined her.

You examined her?

She was taken off the train, sick, and
I was called to have a look at her.

The same train
the two Englishmen arrived on.

What was wrong with her?

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

But when Alexander invited
Finney to go along on this trip,

Mrs. Finney made one of the most miraculous
recoveries in the history of medicine.

And there's something else
that's queer, too.

Alexander is no archeologist.

That's kind of a hobby
with me,

and he isn't an archeologist.

Alexander invited Doc here and several
other people from around town

to go along with him,

and they all said,
"No, thanks."

You still say that you never
talk back to hard cash?

I guess it's a matter of
principle, gentlemen.

And $30 a day
is an awful lot of principal.

AII right, all right.

You're a stranger around here,

but you're an American,

and a westerner, and I feel that
it's my duty to try to help you.

Ijust want you to know
one thing,

that if you go getting
yourself in any trouble,

don't expect me
to come bail you out.

I can't worry
about the Devil's Hole Gang.

I've got enough to worry about
from my own party.

Well, just don't say
I didn't warn you.

I won't. Sheriff, thanks.

Doc. Good night.

Come on, boy, come on.

Come on, buddy,
get up there.

Come on,
pull it, Mac!

Come on, fellows, move.
Pull up that hill.

Come on!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Steady.

Come on, come on.

Whoa!

Steady.

Look!

Who are they?

The outlaw gang?

Probably.

I don't Iike it.

Perhaps we better turn back.

Oh, there's no need for that, Mrs. Finney.
I'm sure they won't bother us.

What makes you so sure?

Maybe we should turn back.

I'II tell you what. I'II ride
up there and talk to 'em,

see if can't convince them
there'Il be no problem.

You do that, Mr. Smith,

I'II guarantee you a $100 bonus
whether we find anything or not.

You got a deal.

Wait here.

You boys
ain't gonna believe this.

It's Hannibal Heyes again.

I can't believe it,
Heyes!

I can't believe you'd have the
un-diluted gall to ride in here again

after what you pulled on us
with Big Jim.

Kyle, I did it
for your own good!

But I don't expect you
to believe that.

You really thought
we was mad at you.

You mean you're not?

Heyes,
you done us a favor.

Jim's ideas
was too grandiose.

Wheat's back now,
and we're smalltime again.

What are you doin' here,
anyways?

I'm not sure
you're gonna believe me.

Those people down there?
I'm their guide.

They're hunting
for a tribe of dead Indians.

Dead Indians?

Seven feet tall
with flaming red hair.

AII right, come on, Heyes,
what you really doing here?

I knew
you wouldn't believe me.

HANK: Could be.

They's a tribe of Indians
up north ofthe water hole

that swears there was tall,
redheaded Indians round here once.

Thank you, Hank.

So I'd sure appreciate if you
boys just stay out of sight.

Well, why?

$30 a day is why.

You're getting paid
$30 a day?

That's right.

(CHUCKLING)
That's better than stealing.

That is stealing.

But legal.

So stop scaring
my search party, will you?

Well...

Well, I don't believe
that Indian stuff,

so if you don't mind, Heyes,
we'll just keep an eye on you.

For your own good, of course.

Hey, how's Kid Curry?

Oh...

Hank, Iwish I knew.

(WHISTLES)

Come on, Mac!
Come on, Mac!

Straight up that hill,
straight up that hill!

Come on, Mac, pull it!

Ha, boys!
Come on, fellas, move!

Get up there!

Come on, Mac!

Come on, Mac, get up there!

(HORSES NEIGHING)

Whoa, whoa!

(CRASHING)

(WHINNYING)

Thanks, fellas.

Tastes good, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Are you enjoying it,
Mr. Finney?

Hmm?

Oh, I am, I am, I am.
Very good. Very good.

I thought the mountains
got cold at night.

Feels quite warm to me.

It takes a few hours.

Later on you'll be glad we
brought those extra blankets.

But meantime it's hot.

Would you do me a favor,
Mr. Smith?

I'm not sure, Mrs. Finney.

I'd Iike to get my hands and
feet into some nice, cold water.

Well, that gurgling sound
over there, that's the river.

Oh, yes, I know.

It's so dark, and who knows
what's out there?

It is dark.

Wouldn't Mr. Finney be upset if
we just disappeared into it?

I'II ask him.

Kevin, I'd Iike to go
down to the river.

May I go?

If Mr. Smith goes with me?

Yes,
if Mr. Smith doesn't mind.

You see?

It's much cooler here.

Oh!

Watch it!

Lovely, isn't it?

It certainly is.

Oh, the water feels so good.

I feel better already.

Walk carefully, the bottom
can be kind oftricky.

(EXCLAIMS)

Are you all right,
Mrs. Finney?

Julia.

No, it's Mrs. Finney.

I'm having a hard enough time
remembering you're married as it is.

ALEXANDER: Parker,
you take this area over here.

Good, I'II follow the river.

Mr. Finney, you might take a
look by this canyon wall there.

And Mr. Smith, well, you
know better than any of us.

Which area
would you Iike to take?

Well, if it's caves
you're looking for,

I know of some
over by those cliffs.

Splendid.

I don't need to repeat the list
of items we're looking for.

Well, you know,
arrowheads, beads, bones...

Yeah.

ALEXANDER: I thought you said they
had agreed to leave us alone.

I did, but I didn't say
they'd stop watching us.

I think Mr. Smith should ride
with my husband and me.

That won't do at all,
Mrs. Finney.

It'Il cut our
search capacity by 25%.

I'm sure they won't bother us.

Well, I'm not sure,
Mr. Alexander.

Either he rides with us,
or I ride with him.

You don't mind,
do you, Kevin?

I mean, he's the guide
and the expert with guns.

No, no, my dear.
That makes good sense.

You go with Mr. Smith.

I'm sure you'll be
quite safe with him.

I'd stake my Iife on that.

ALEXANDER: Well,
that's settled.

Shall we have a good hunt?

Easy.
Steady, fellas. Whoa.

Come on!

Come on, boy, come on!

Okay, come on, Mac!
Come on, boy!

Whoa.

(MOANS)

Oh, I'm not
used to all this.

I never did much riding
in Boston.

You mean you really
do come from Boston?

Of course I do.

What kind of a thing
is that to say?

I feel so good, just sitting
still for a moment.

How long have you and Finney
been married?

We met in San Francisco.

How long ago?

Four or five weeks ago.

Is that so funny?

Yes.

'Cause you really
expect me to believe it.

To believe what?

Believe that you and Finney
are newlyweds

on a honeymoon.

I don't believe
you're married.

What a disgusting thing
to say.

No, it isn't.

'Cause I don't believe you're
living in sin with him, either.

He's using you for something, Julia.
What is it?

I think
we'd better start back.

Now, there's something wrong
with this expedition.

I don't know what it is, and I don't
think you know what it is, either.

So why don't you be honest with me,
and maybe we can help each other.

What do you mean
there's something wrong?

Well, for one thing, no one
is who they claim to be.

Except for me, of course,
and maybe Parker.

Don't you think Mr. Alexander
is what he says he is?

No.

No.
And neither is your husband.

Well, Mr. Finney
doesn't claim to be anything.

Sure he does.
Claims to be married to you.

He also claimed
that you were so ilI

he had to take you
off the train.

Then he had to cure you
in a big hurry

when Alexander asked him
to join the party,

which is what he was after
right from the start.

You're saying
I was pretending to be sick.

No.

I'm saying the doctor said you
were pretending to be sick.

He told the Sheriff, and the
Sheriff had him tell me.

The Sheriff?

That's right.

If something wrong
is going on,

I want you to know
that I'm not part of it.

And I can't help you. I don't
know anything about it.

You're not married, though,
are you?

No.

No, I'm not.

I went to San Francisco
to work in a millinery store,

and the store went broke,

so I was broke.

And then I...
I met Mr. Finney,

and he offered me
a train fare home

and a little extra money
if I'd go along as his wife.

And he's been
a perfect gentleman.

He only expected me
to pose as his wife.

In public only.

And you've got no idea why?

You don't know who he is, you
don't know what he's doing?

Well, I haven't asked him,

and Mr. Finney
never offered to tell me.

AII right.
Don't worry about it.

No matter what's going on, I believe that
you don't have anything to do with it.

Thank you.

I feel better now.

Much better.

Now I can smile at you
when I feel Iike it,

without you thinking
I'm a hussy.

You've smiled at me before,

but I never thought
you were a hussy.

AII right, what I'm gonna need
now is a lot of cooperation.

(YELLING)

(EXHALES)

So with what I found today,

I'm more sure than ever that we're
looking in the right general area.

Well, I'm no archeologist,

but I could've told you Indians
used to Iive in this area.

It's a pretty well-known fact.

Ah, but what kind of Indians,
Mr. Smith?

I'II give you real good odds

they were kind of short
and had straight black hair.

There are those
who think otherwise.

By the way, I saw two more
riders on that ridge today.

Are you sure you're not seeing
mountain goats? I saw some today.

Beautiful animals.

Started to take a shot at one
ofthem but I changed my mind.

It's a good thing you did.

If anything'Il bring the
Devil's Hole Gang down here,

shooting will.

Is that gang
really dangerous?

Never got to know 'em well
enough to find out, Mr. Finney.

Ah, is that a fact?

Mr. Smith?

Look!
Over there.

Do you think it really is
an old Indian cave?

It could be.

Isn't it exciting?

Well, you said yourself you've
heard those stories about Indians.

Yeah, but I don't want it
to get too exciting,

so wait here
while I take a look inside.

Julia!

(GAsPS)

What is it?

Well, that's nothing
to worry about.

That's just some ofthose Indian
relics we've been looking for.

Come on.

(GAsPS)

Look at the size
ofthat one.

It's got to be
over six feet.

How many inches
taller than me?

Six or seven!

Ten or eleven!

It looks Iike Alexander
wasn't all wrong.

I'd say he was 100% right.
Look!

I'm looking at it,
but I don't believe it.

Red-headed Indians.

Seven feet tall.

Come on, let's look around and see
ifthere's any more surprises in here.

What is it?

Just a piece of rawhide.

But it's red.

Uh-huh.

Probably for the same reason
the Indian hair is red.

Must be something
in the ground here.

Maybe a mineral
that turns things this color.

At least things Iike hair
and rawhide.

Alexander was right
about one thing.

They were tall.

(GUN FIRING)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Let's go.

I thought
I heard a shot!

You did.

From the camp?

No, it sounded Iike
it came from over there.

FINNEY:
Who's doing the shooting?

It was only one shot.

From where I was, it sounded
Iike a bloody cannon!

Where was that?

Where's Parker?

Come on.

I hold you responsible
forthis, Mr. Smith.

You assured us that the
outlaws wouldn't bother us.

I'm gonna need
some help.

Say, old man, aren't you being
rather ghoulish?

It's something
that has to be done.

How else are you going to know
who to notify?

What have you got there?

I think I got
something peculiar here.

Well, they're just his papers,
aren't they?

It looks as if
our friend Miles Parker

wasn't a man
named Miles Parker.

Apparently his name was
Steven Ashdown.

And he didn't come
from Australia,

he came from a place
called Sussex, England.

Do you mind if
I take a look at those?

Iwasjust thinking.

In a way, Mr. Parker, or
whatever his name really was,

in a way he gave his Iife hunting
for that strange Indian tribe.

Wouldn't it be fitting if he was
buried in that cave we found?

It would almost be as if he'd
found what he was looking for.

What cave?

Over in the canyon area.
We found a skeleton in one.

Proves at least half
of your theory.

Looks Iike the old story of a
tribe of tall Indians was true,

but they didn't
have red hair.

It is red.

Yeah, so is this.

We found it there, too.

Must be something in the ground
that dyes things Iike that red.

We'll explore that cave
first thing in the morning.

No. We're going to
go back to town.

I want to start back
right now.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
why we're turning back.

One ofthe two of you
killed Parker.

What?

One of us?

That's right.

The Devil's Hole Gang wouldn't shoot
a man in the back and run off.

Besides, they use
pistols and shotguns,

not rifles.

Parker was killed with a
bullet from a Henry rifle.

Just Iike the ones you supplied
for the trip, Mr. Alexander.

Mr. Finney
didn't even know Parker!

I hardly knew him.

I met him on the boat
coming over from Australia.

He was a widower, alone in the world.
I invited him along.

Why should either of us
want to kill him?

I don't know why.

I don't know why Mr. Finney
would have his wife get sick

so he could get offthe train
with you and Parker either.

Or why he had her get well the next day
when you asked him to join the party.

AII I know is
the party's over.

Why didn't you
take him up on that?

Your wife was ill,
wasn't she?

Of course she was.

But obviously Mr. Smith
thinks differently.

And I don't believe I want to
quarrel with him about it.

I'm frightened.

Of what?

You really believe one ofthem killed Mr.
Parker, don't you?

Oh, yes.

Then I'm going to stay
as close to you as I can,

every second,
till we get back to town.

Stay as close to me
as you want, Julia.

Which one
do you think it was?

I don't know. Ijust hope
it wasn't Alexander.

VVhy?

Because he owes me money.

I'm afraid it was Mr.
Finney that shot him.

VVhy?

He tells everyone he's from Boston.
He's Iying.

He's never been
to Boston in his Iife.

No, I'm afraid
it was Alexander.

He was too quick to point a
finger at the Devil's Hole Gang.

We won't have to
guess about it much longer.

That's why I said that one ofthem
did it, right out in the open.

(SIGHS)

Somewhere between
here and town,

whoever it was will start
to get nervous and...

(GUN FIRING)

HEYES: Finney!

Put it away.

Got to get him
to town fast.

I'm sorry
I had to do that.

But he was
trying to get away.

HEYES: From what?

FINNEY: Me.

VVhy?

He certainly
won't be able to ride.

You better get into town

and come back as fast as
you can with the doctor.

Leave you here alone
so you can finish yourjob?

That's the last thing
I'd do.

I want this man alive,
not dead.

You make me believe that
and I'II go after the doctor.

There's no time
for explanations!

You'd better take the time.

His name is Ashdown.

Those were his papers
you found on Parker.

He put them there
to be found.

He worked for T.F. Ayers
and Company in London

till about six months ago,

when he took off with over two
million dollars' worth of stones.

Mostly diamonds.

Ten of us from Scotland Yard
were assigned to find him

with orders not to arrest him,

just to stay with him and find
out where he'd put the jewels.

Now will you please
go after that doctor?

It's too Iate.

You can't do
anything for him,

but you can do something
for me.

What?

I don't think I believe you.

Why would he ask you
to join him?

He asked a lot of people
to join him.

He needed witnesses.

To what?

To his own death.

Steven Ashdown was going to end
up dead and buried, right here.

The word would get back
to London eventually

and the hunt for him
would be stopped.

You mean you knew
he planned to kill Mr. Parker?

No, I didn't, Julia.

But I should have.

Because a description
of Mr. Parker

would have sounded very much Iike
a description of Steven Ashdown.

Alexander.

Same age, same height,
same weight, same coloring.

I should have seen that.

But I didn't know
what he planned to do

till I heard that shot
this afternoon.

Then I knew the answer.

And I knew it was too Iate
to do anything about it.

I hope you'll accept
my apologies

for putting you through
a little bit more

than either one of us
bargained on.

It's all right,
Mr. Finney.

In fact,
I ought to apologize to you,

because I thought a Iot of
terrible things about you.

And I'm so glad
they weren't true.

So am I.

Is there any chance you'll
ever get to Boston, Mr. Smith?

I'm afraid not, Julia.

Couldn't I
change your mind?

I think you could,

and that's why it's a good thing
your train is leaving right now.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

GUARD: AII aboard.

What are you going to do now,
Sergeant?

Start backtracking
Ashdown's trail

from here to San Francisco,
Australia, Hong Kong.

Somewhere along the way he put those
jewels where he could pick 'em up later.

Some carefully chosen place.

I'II find them eventually.

You know, being a policeman
as long as I've been one

develops your instincts
about people.

You can sense
when a man isn't quite

who or what he says he is.

Yourself, for example.

If I didn't have to go back
and look for those jewels,

I'd wonder a lot about you.

Then it's a good thing you have to
go back and look for them, isn't it?

Ah, it is, it is.

Good luck, Mr. Smith.

Thank you.

You, too.

HEYES: Welcome back,
Mr. Jones!

Well, l did it.

Delivered all the TNT
up to that mine

and didn't get blowed up once.

Oh, great!
How was your trip?

It was interesting.
It was real interesting.

Good.

Well, it's all over now, and we
got $500 to split between us.

Uh...

I'm afraid I've got something
to tell you.

Something bad?

Don't tell me you didn't collect
your money for that trip.

Heyes, I asked you
not to tell me that.

Well, there's nothing to
get mad about.

Wait till you hear
what happened.

I don't want to hear
what happened.

You got no idea what kind
of state my nerves are in.

HEYES: AII right, if it'Il make
you feel any better, hit me.

(CRASHING)