All language subtitles for Alias.Smith.and.Jones.S01E10

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?

NARRATOR: 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 latter-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'll 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 of
the best ideas I ever thought up.

You mean some thinking
actually went into this?

But there's nothing
to worry about.

All 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 like 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'll take that one.

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

Uh-huh.

All 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.

Flip the coin.

Call it.

Mr. Alexander?

Yes.

My name is Joshua Smith, and if this 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 like 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
like that in there.

Perhaps not the kind of
treasure 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 like 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 our guide,
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'll 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 law
man can generally feel

when a feller's tellin' the
truth or when he's lying 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'll 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.

All 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.

All 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.

I just 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 like 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'll tell you what. I'll ride
up there and talk to 'em,

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

You do that, Mr. Smith,

I'll 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.

All 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 of the 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, I wish 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 like 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'll ask him.

Kevin, I'd like 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 of tricky.

(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'll 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 like 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'll 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 life 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 ill

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.

All 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 like it,

without you
thinking I'm a hussy.

You've smiled at me before,

but I never thought
you were a hussy.

All 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 live in this area.

It's a pretty well-known fact.

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

I'll 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
of them but I changed my mind.

It's a good thing you did.

If anything'll 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 of those Indian
relics we've been looking for.

Come on.

(GASPS)

Look at the size of that one.

It's got to be over six feet.

How many inches taller than me?

Six or seven!

Ten or eleven!

It looks like 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
if there'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 like
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 like it
came from over there.

FINNEY: Who's
doing the shooting?

It was only one shot.

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

Where was that?

Where's Parker?

Come on.

I hold you responsible
for this, 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?

I was just thinking.

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

in a way he gave his life 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 like 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 like 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 of the 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 like 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 off the train
with you and Parker either.

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

All 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 of them
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. I just
hope it wasn't Alexander.

Why?

Because he owes me money.

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

Why?

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

He's never been
to Boston in his life.

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 of
them 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.

Why?

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 your job?

That's the last thing I'd do.

I want this man alive, not dead.

You make me believe that
and I'll 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 late.

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
like 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
late 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 lot
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: All 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'll 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, I 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: All right, if it'll make
you feel any better, hit me.

(CRASHING)