Original subtitles

Boy, I said for you to take your feet off that seat and sit up like a man

so I can take a look at that baby face of yours.

Man: What's that?

Is your name Pickett? Ira Pickett?

Just about given up hopes of ever running into you again, Pickett.

Well, it sure is one small world, ain't it?

We're gonna have trouble here.

Yeah.

You got something to say to me, mister, spit it out.

Don't keep dancing around it.

I had a brother in the Lincoln County Wars,

and they said it was you that killed him.

I never heard of no war where some blamed fool

didn't swallow what he couldn't chew.

Now, you all witnessed that.

He pulled iron on me.

It's nothing more than a case of abject self-defense.

You murdered that man.

Got something more to say, old man?

No.

Anybody else got anything to say?

All right.

I'm holding you for the marshal at Dodge.

All right, mister. Get over in that seat and sit tight.

Train must have pulled out, Pa. Ira ain't here.

Had some trouble here?

- We had it on the train. - Oh.

Just a shootin'. Kid named Ira Pickett.

Oh, not him. He's the one who got shot.

Pickett killed him.

Ah.

Marshal's got him in jail.

Violence and bloodshed.

Don't know what this great land of ours is coming to.

I dare say they got enough witnesses to hang 'em ten times over.

Well, they got two.

Don't take but one sober witness to hang a man.

Well, Judge Brooker will probably be here about 3:00

if that's all right with you boys.

- You bet, Marshal. - You can count on me, Marshal.

Hurry now, can't you?

Come on. Tell me right now what happened.

All about it, Jared Sprague, before I just die of curiosity.

Don't just sit there and play like a big hero, you.

Come on. What happened?

Did you shoot him?

Well? What'd the Marshal say?

Just... Just hush up about it.

It wasn't no great big business at all.

Woman: Well, it was. Most certainly was.

I had the whole town talking about how you, Mr. Jared Sprague,

captured a wild gunman, held him prisoner.

Now, now, don't be raggin' him to death about what he did.

Well, what did he do? That's all I'm askin'.

He did what any brave man would do...

His duty.

Somebody meet with some embarrassment on that train?

You might call it that.

I'd call it cold-blooded murder, myself.

And you seen the bloody deed committed right in front of your own eyes.

Plenty of 'em seen it.

Didn't have the gumption to talk up.

Just me and Arnie Sprague.

Must have been a fright to behold.

Not half the fright that boy's gonna feel

when they put a rope under his chin and give it a sharp tug.

That's for sure.

- Pleasure to meet you. - All right, Rocky. Come on.

Looks like your brother's been a little negligent.

We gonna bust him out?

Well, what if they're gonna hang him?

It'd be a salutary lesson to the boy,

but you can't hang a man without no trial.

And you can't have no trail without witnesses.

How come you had to arrest him? All I'm asking.

Oh, I didn't have to. Just happened to be situated right.

Oh, you should have seen him, Martha.

Wasn't nobody else on that railroad car

with spunk enough to say boo if Jared hadn't nailed him.

Yeah, the others except for old Beecher and Pa wouldn't even admit they seen it.

Isn't that right, Jared?

Guess so.

Pa sure let 'em know where he stood.

Well, you did a fine thing, both of you.

But I'd just as soon you'd let the heroics to other folks.

You might have been hurt.

Well, maybe. Maybe.

But you can't let yourself think about those things.

- Otherwise we wouldn't have no law. - That's right.

I'm over here.

What is it?

Who are ya?

I ask ya what ya want.

Mr. Beecher, sir?

I'm Beecher. What you want?

You're holding up the wheels of justice, brother Beecher.

I got plenty of time.

Get your foot off that block.

Get it off!

Don't move that block! Wagon'll come down!

Jared, it's past 2:00.

You coming to town with me, you better get a clean shirt on.

All right, Pa.

Hurry it, too. Judges don't like to be kept waitin'.

Nice day for a hangin', as my old daddy used to say.

Uh, would you mind pointing that some other way?

Who are you?

You are by way of being in the cattle business, Mr. Sprague?

Got no stock for sale now.

Saw more than 100 head just over the hill there.

If my vision ain't failin' me.

Well, they ain't for sale.

Not with prices down the way they are.

- Excuse me. - I ain't even started talking price.

Well, some other time.

I'm busy now.

No time like the present,

my daddy always used to say.

Who are you?

You're right. It's getting late.

Judge'll be mighty impatient.

What's that got to do with you?

I'm what you might call an interested party.

Whose side?

There ain't but one side being put up for trial.

The other party being stone-cold dead.

Pickett.

Related to him?

By ties of rich, red blood, you might say, me being his daddy and all.

That's my eldest, Joseph.

Well, mister, your boy is the cold-bloodiest murderer I ever seen.

He is a powerful frisky, high-spirited rascal.

There ain't no doubt in the world whatsoever about that.

Frisky?

That boy looks to me like he'd as soon kill a man as walk around him.

That's the way he's always been.

Straight to the point.

You know how things been down Texas way.

These range wars and all.

Things got so disorderly, about the only way to keep from shooting somebody

is to have two broken arms and the wrong size cartridge.

My boy ain't never had no quarrel with the law.

Until you poked your beak into it.

Oh, that's what you here for.

Plead with me not to witness against your boy.

Now, Arnie, I wouldn't dream of driving to advise

a four-square, upright citizen like yourself.

It's just that if my precious boy is indicted to stand trial for murder

in front of that cruel judge

that'd hang a man as soon as look at him,

if I was you, I just wouldn't bother coming home at all.

Ain't you gonna ask me why not?

- Why not? - On account of there'd be nobody left

to come home to.

Me and old Beecher already... told the marshal what we seen.

I mean, had us both there

in his office right after the killing.

That word does have an unfriendly ring to it, don't it, Joseph?

That's how Beecher said it, too.

Seem like we persuaded old brother Beecher it was all a mistake.

If I was you, I'd stop by and see how he feels on your way into town.

I could be wrong, but be worth your while to check.

Pa.

Now, Arnie, I'd just tell your ladies a little white fib.

No use getting them all excited and hard to control.

Uh, Martha, these gentlemen are here to look at some stock.

Mr. Osgood, ma'am, up from Oklahoma. This is my son Joseph.

All the way from Oklahoma?

A good name's better than precious jewels,

my old daddy used to say,

and your husband has that in abundance, ma'am.

Why, thank you kindly for that, sir.

Now, let me get you something to eat. You must be starved.

Ravenous, ma'am. Ravenous.

I'll just go right in and fix up two plates.

Uh, Jared, I think you better stay home.

Well, you don't know what the judge might want to ask me.

I mean, I'm the one who took him.

Excuse me, son. You say you were the one that took him?

Well, yeah. Yeah, I guess I was the one who put him down.

Well, now, ain't that a caution.

Young fella like you showing all that spunk?

You must be real proud of him, Mr. Sprague.

- Can I go? - Yeah. Let's go.

You better handle that boy, mister.

He might say a word too much to the marshal.

You hurry right on back here.

I mean, don't leave a loving father

hanging on the tender hooks of unbearable suspense.

And, Sprague, you look to Beecher on your way.

Whoa.

Wendell?

Wendell Beecher? It's Arnie Sprague.

He should be around. It's near time to head in.

Pa?

Matt, my best guess would be that he's been dead two or three hours.

Thanks, Doc.

How'd you happen to find him, Arnie?

Well, we just passed by his place on the way in, you know?

Thought we'd stop by and pick him up.

He was just under the wagon. Dead.

Well, did you see anybody else out there?

No. No, uh, he must have been fixing an axletree

and the block slipped out from under the wagon.

Sure sorry Arnie had to leave for town so soon,

but you know how it is.

The law don't like to be kept waiting.

That is a true statement.

Especially with my pa bein' right there, as close to the killing as I am to you.

And my brother being one that caught the murderer.

You got a high-spirited boy, Mrs. Sprague, just like my young one.

Oh, I got a younger son than Joseph here.

Handsome as a Greek god, if I do say so myself.

I know it ain't good manners for a man to boast about the fruit of his loins,

but... Well, tell about him, Mr. Osgood.

Did I say handsome?

Well, he ain't no milksop.

And yet, would you credit that a boy in the full flower of vigorous manhood

in this licentious and no-account day and age

is determined to keep himself pure for the right woman?

Joseph, seems to me we need a way to pay back

for this bountiful meal we've had.

Them couple of rifles there.

The hand you've got with firearms

might just be you can give them a cleanin'.

Oh, no, Mr. Osgood. That's not at all necessary.

My boy's never happier than when his hands are busy, ma'am.

These are kinda dirty, all right.

- Where's he at now? - Who?

Well, I mean...

well, that... that other son you were talking about.

Edda, just keep your moony questions to yourself.

Oh, like a bad penny, you just can't seem to lose him.

I wouldn't put it past that boy to show up right here this very day.

All right, let's get on with this.

You identify the accused?

I do. Yes, I do.

And you are prepared to testify under solemn oath

that you did witness such an act of willful homicide?

Well, I guess the easiest thing in the world for me to do

would be to say yes and not give it another thought, but...

Well, when...

the way I see it is a man's life hanging in the balance.

I mean, I thought and I thought about it...

and being as I just woke up, you know,

I barely opened up my eyes...

and that car full of smoke, and...

whole thing happening in a split second like that,

and suddenly there was that Texan lying there on the floor

with his gun next to him, I...

Well, I mean... you know...

Pa. You said you saw it.

Dang it all, son.

What I'm saying is that out of a whole car full of people,

I mean, who am I to swear that... To be the only one to swear

that it wasn't self-defense?

We're not asking you to say anything about self-defense, Arnie.

All we're doing is asking you to tell us what you saw.

What you told me you saw this morning.

Well, I already told you that, Marshal.

Did you see any of this, Jared?

The shot woke me up.

Wouldn't hardly call that evidence

to warrant an indictment for murder, would you?

The other witness being dead.

Well, I guess not, Judge.

Well then, there are no witnesses prepared to testify to an act of homicide.

We can hardly proceed any further.

The court releases the accused for lack of evidence

and stands adjourned.

Arnie.

You mean we're gonna let him go, Matthew?

What the judge said.

- Why'd you change your story? - I didn't change it.

I'm just recollecting things a little better, that's all.

Believe you're holdin' some of my property, Marshal.

Give him his gun back, Festus.

And I can't really say it's been a pleasure here.

Don't say anything. Just get out of town.

And you might do a heap better keeping that hog leg empty,

if you ask me.

Yeah? How's that?

'Cause you just don't appreciate how lucky you are.

Lucky is what I always am, old man.

I'm going where there's short hours and long pay.

And where you fixing to find a place like that?

Well, I got me a job down in Clark County.

Oh, you mean down yonder where that fence war ruckus is going on, huh?

I think you ask too many questions, old man.

Uh, Mr. Osgood?

Ma, they're coming.

Ma.

Ma, they're coming.

- Whoa. - Back so soon?

- What happened, Pa? - Well, what happened?

- Nothin'. - What do you mean nothin'?

Judge turned him loose. Lack of evidence.

Lack of evidence?

But you and Mr. Beecher.

Well, old man Beecher had an accident. Dead.

And the judge figured that one man

half asleep when it happened

just wasn't enough.

Now, let me be. My head feels like I been kicked by a horse.

Jared, you come back. Jared.

Edda, go fetch some water.

What is the matter with you?

Now, you tell me what went on in that hearing.

- What your father... - Pa...

he got scared of that gunfighter grinning at him.

That's what's the matter.

Pa backed away from the truth.

All right, your boy's a free man.

The Lord and all his works be praised.

I knew in my heart all the time he was innocent.

Told him where you were.

He's just gonna take long enough to buy himself a clean shirt.

Now, isn't that just like him?

He always did hold cleanliness right next to godliness.

All right, Pickett. Our slate's clean.

Clean, brother Sprague? Not quite.

What are you talking about?

Arnie, you don't expect gratitude

like you done it purely out of the goodness of your heart

after makin' us and the boy miss out on a profitable venture

down in Clark County... $500 a week.

500?

Helping preserve the sacredness of private property.

But now the man needs us and we ain't there.

He's liable to have hired somebody else.

As a man of business, wouldn't you think that called for some restitution?

Like... like what?

Well, now, we have the whole day to talk about that.

It's too much of a coincidence.

I knew Beecher pretty well, and he just wasn't a careless man about anything.

Well, you're right about that.

No question was what killed him with a wagon falling on him,

but was it an accident?

Well, I keep remembering the look on Arnie's son

when Arnie changed his story.

He was more surprised than I was.

Matthew, out yonder at the old Beecher place,

all them tracks, wagon tracks and cow tracks all mixed up,

I couldn't follow it no further than the creek.

And then I just wound up where I started at.

Well, we're just gonna have to call it an accident.

Unless somebody comes up with some more evidence.

You sure Ira Pickett said this job of his was in Clark County?

Long pay and short hours. That's the way he put it.

Clark County, is that the Franks and the Crabtrees again?

Matthew: Looks like it, Kitty.

Every time we get 'em settled down, they start into it again.

I think everybody down that way's a little edgy because of the drought.

I seen old Ira right now,

and looked like he's headed right that way.

Well, I'm gonna send off a telegram to Sheriff Rodgers.

See if there's been any gunfighters brought in down there.

Okay, Matthew.

Well, Doc, how's the beer today?

Oh, it's fine. It's just awful good.

Very good.

Sam, pour Festus a beer on the house.

Oh, much obliged to you, Miss Kitty.

How in thunder is it that you never have the price of a beer,

and then you can afford to turn down work, too?

Well, I ain't turned down nary a job, Doc.

You did, too. I happen to know that old man Fletcher

offered you 15 cents a yard

for building a split-rail fence. He turned it down.

I ain't turned it down yet, Doc,

I had to go out yonder and look at old Fletcher's fence,

and I been a-doing me some arithmeticking,

and I got it all set down right here.

Is that what it is, or did a turkey walk across there?

All right, smart aleck.

Just listen here.

A-figuring they'd be about two yards of me

laying belly-down, flat-wise,

and five of me making ten yards,

and them ten meaning five of me,

coming to $1.50,

but allowing that I'm just a mite littler than two yards,

so I'm a-taking off two cents for every time I'm belly-down,

coming to $1.40.

And that ain't... that don't even count of putting in the fence posts.

- No posts, huh? - No, well...

I figuring to setting them posts straight up,

side by each another,

figure they'd come to about ten

for half of me laying belly-down flat-wise.

Well, now, if you was to get all of your figurin' done here

and all your minus-ing and the taking away,

well, a feller winds up getting hisself short-changed.

He's getting where he don't understand nothing.

How long did it take you to figure that out?

Oh, ain't so hard...

See, when a feller ain't got no measuring stick,

you just kinda gotta make do.

Sam, pour Festus another beer.

Yes, ma'am.

Much obliged again, Miss Kitty.

I think I'll have a drink.

My my, little lady.

Where are you off to with such great dispatch?

Oh, that milk cow.

She's got loose again and gone down in the gulley over yonder.

Well, run on, little miss, run on.

Leave the old folks like me here to sit and rest.

Bye-bye.

Those two men.

Yeah? What about them?

Have they got anything to do with the way you backtracked in front of the judge?

Now, listen, boy.

You're gonna get me riled. They're cattle buyers.

Yeah, well, I thought you wasn't gonna sell no stock.

I'm not.

All right, then what are they still hanging around for?

- They're just waiting on someone. - Who?

Keep your nose out of it.

- That's Ira Pickett. - Son, come here.

Inside.

I thought them two weren't like no cattle buyers I ever seen.

Yeah, well, now you know. That's his father and his brother.

Oh, so that's why all of a sudden you forgot what you seen with your own eyes.

I couldn't say anything, could I?

Not with your mother here and your sister here...

You could have at least told the marshal why you were scared to open your mouth.

Now, don't tell me what I could have done, boy.

Supposing the marshal comes out here looking for them.

Who do you think'd be the first one to get shot?

Yeah, well, I'd have told him.

That's 'cause you never think of consequences.

Well, maybe. And maybe you think of 'em too much, Pa.

I'm your pa, and I'm still handling things.

You remember that.

Pa!

Put that squirrel gun away.

We can try to take 'em. Shoot 'em in the back if we have to.

They're professionals. They probably killed more men than you...

Now, you just hand that over gentle-like.

What other kinds of guns you got around?

No kind.

Just got a couple of rifles up at the house is all.

Joseph already took care of them.

Well, well, well.

It's the fellas I kinda owe a favor to.

You know, it'd be better all around if you cleared out of this area.

- Better for who? - Anyway, none of you got no call

to be staying around here now.

Now, you're so being impolite, butcher boy.

Jared's right. You got no call to hang around here.

- Can't leave just yet. - Why not?

'Less I miss my guess, the marshal is coming in from yonder to pay you a visit.

Ira, there's a gulley over that ridge.

Cutest little gal down there, rounding up a stray cow.

Brother Sprague's maiden daughter.

Keep an eye on her till that marshal leaves.

- Hey, hold it. hey. - Now, now, brother Sprague.

You just gotta get out of the habit of doing impulsive things.

So far you've been running in powerful luck.

More than a man usually has coming.

So you and your boy take good stock of your present fortunes

and you be saying the right things in front of that marshal.

He may know who you are.

No, we never had the pleasure of meeting the Dodge Marshal,

Joseph and me.

But you better say a little prayer we do look like cattle buyers to him.

- Hello, Marshal. - Martha.

Marshal, like to have you meet Mr. Osgood.

And his son Joseph.

- Marshal. - Cattle buyers from Oklahoma.

Just closed the deal here with Mr. Sprague. 100 head.

Well, he sells fine cattle.

He drives a hard bargain, too.

But I reckon I still got the best of him.

We'll drive 'em off in the morning,

soon as my partner turns up.

Arnie, I, uh, wonder if I could talk to you alone for a minute.

If you'll excuse us.

Sure thing, Marshal. Pleasure to meet ya.

Arnie, uh, I'm wondering if anybody's been threatening you.

- Threatening me? - Yeah, trying to make you back off

from telling the judge what you know about that killing on the train.

- I told him. - Not what you told me.

Well, I've had a little time to think about what I really did see.

Being as I was half asleep when it did happen, you know?

Beecher being killed this morning,

anybody try to make you feel the same might happen to you?

Hang it all, Marshal. I told you what I could.

I done my duty.

Now, you know any other man ain't got a right to push me for more.

All right.

Uh, how about a cup of coffee, Marshal?

No, no, thanks. I'll be headin' back to town.

Well, Arnie, we wouldn't wanna make a liar out of you, would we?

- Arnie: What do you mean? - Those 100 head of cattle.

The marshal'd be mighty suspicious if we didn't take 'em now.

You can see that.

Tough part is, Arnie, right now my credit ain't so good as a snowball in Sonora.

But seeing as how Ira's incarceration

has already left us out of pocket,

I reckon we'll come to a settlement

agreeable to everybody's mutual satisfaction.

Get your sister back here right away.

Joseph, get your horse. Tell your brother he can come back.

Let me give you a hand there.

Thank you.

Uh, you're Mr. Osgood's boy, ain't you?

Mr. Osgood?

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Yes, ma'am.

I reckon now that you arrived, you'll all be leavin' shortly, huh?

I thought we would be.

Now that I met all the family, I'm inclined to have second thoughts.

Whatever do you do, Mr. Osgood?

Do, ma'am?

You don't look like no ordinary cowboy.

No. No, ma'am.

Well, I mean, my way of thinking,

be ordinary is to be buried alive.

I mean, I believe that a man is given one cup of life.

And he that don't drain it to the very dregs, why, he just ain't

properly grateful to the good Lord.

Well, then you'll be stayin' for a little while.

You reckon your business can wait?

Ma'am, there's things in this world for which a man has got to be prepared

to make a small sacrifice now and again.

Pa's been wondering what's holding you up.

Good reason, brother.

Thank you.

All right? Now, you see what they're trying to do?

How they got him buffaloed?

And now they gonna start in on her with that killer.

Now, Ma, we can't sit still.

There ain't nothing you can do right now.

And your father, I don't know how he came to this.

Those men are killers, all the whole bunch of them.

And Pa is afraid.

And so am I, Jared,

and so had you better be until we find some way to help ourselves.

Marshal finds out your boy's here,

he's gonna have you all roped and branded.

Well, Arnie, there ain't nothin' more natural in the world

than for the boy to come and thank the man who saved him from the noose.

Resisting the shabby temptation to be a hero for a day.

Look, you want that 100 head of cattle up there,

so go on and take 'em.

Right now.

I reckon I ain't too old to start from scratch.

Thank you kindly for extending credit

in the spirit of such brotherly compassion.

Kinda late in the day to start driving cattle, don't you think?

My young one all tuckered out

from them sleepless hours in that fearful jail.

Well, you still got time to round 'em up.

I think first thing in the morning will do fine.

Take me, I couldn't carry a note in a basket with three handles,

but that boy's got a voice like his angel mother, God rest her soul.

She was good folks. Not skittish and shiftless.

Look at him.

Setting there like a toad frog on a hot stove.

Edda, don't tease your brother.

Oh, I can't stand him today.

If his face was any longer, his jaw'd be down in the root cellar.

Caught one cowboy the judge didn't even think was guilty.

Now he's trying to act like a big, tough man.

That's enough out of you.

He even started practicing with a gun.

Is that so?

Well, say, now, imagine that.

Where was this bit of devious business performed, Miss Edda?

Right in his own room.

Practicing like a fool boy, he was.

Now, I always say a boy don't need to measure his manhood

by the amount of iron on him.

It's the iron in his soul that counts.

We going into some rough country tomorrow, boy.

We can use all the guns we can get.

We'll be borrowing that gun, I think is what my pa means.

I ain't got a gun.

What are you lying for, Jared?

He owes me a favor.

It's just an arm to worry about.

That was a great pity. And unnecessary, too.

How bad is it, boy?

Osgood: Oh, he'll live, brother Sprague, he'll live.

My son dispenses thoughtful compassion when the need arises.

You get out of my house.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, indeed.

Sorry that such a pleasant evening should end so.

- We'll bed down in the barn. - You.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, missy.

Should anybody be needing our services,

at least one of us will be taking advantage

of that porch settee throughout the night.

Let's hope we face a new day tomorrow,

clear heads on each side.

I'll take the first watch, boys. You have pleasant dreams, you hear?

He's asleep now.

I sure acted like a plump little fool today.

You didn't know.

And you can't blame yourself, either.

Who do you suggest I blame?

Him?

They'll be gone tomorrow.

And the cattle ain't important.

I'm not thinking about the cattle, Martha.

I'm thinking about me.

I been so scared...

I haven't been able to think straight.

I don't know, Martha.

A man gets old, he gets scared.

Sometimes I ask myself, "What you scared for?"

More himself, maybe.

No, it's not true, Arnie.

He did right today.

He tried. He...

He didn't turn back.

There was an age I was like him, too.

You know what's right and you know what's wrong.

And you do what's right.

You don't back away.

Let the other man fill up your steps.

Then you'll back away again, and he keeps coming.

Always coming.

You just don't back away is all.

He just keeps coming.

He keeps on coming.

As long as you back away.

Marshal. This just come in from Sheriff Rodgers.

Confirm Ira Pickett hired

along with father Osgood Pickett and brother Joseph Pickett.

Osgood Pickett. Mr. Osgood. Arnie introduced us.

And his son, Joseph.

Cattle people up at Arnie's place.

It could be just a coincidence. Maybe not.

- Hold things down here for me, will ya? - Yes, sir. You bet.

You cookin'. Where's the women?

They're still asleep.

Sit down. You wanna eat?

Nah, I can wait for my pa and Ira.

Saw them riding out earlier.

Where they going?

They're checking over the stock.

Ain't easy driving 100 head.

Might be leaving you the yearlings.

Guess you figured we're gonna have to take one of you along,

keep things peaceful back here till we get to the border.

Eh, I figured.

That, uh, little gal of yours,

she be giving us less trouble on the trail.

Figured that, too.

Ain't nothin' gonna happen to her.

Got some eggs here. You wanna start workin' on 'em?

Well, I am kinda getting an appetite.

Yeah, ain't nothin' gonna happen to her.

Cattle squares us.

Don't even breathe. You hear me?

Mister, you just done the wrong thing.

Pa, he's got my gun!

Ira, back of the house.

- No, Jared. - Get back in the parlor, and stay there.

Come on.

Better come out, brother Sprague.

Think of them womenfolks of yours.

I'm sure thinking of a special one, Mr. Sprague.

Ira, get around the back of the house where the womenfolk are.

How many bullets you got left?

Brother Sprague, that old house make some fine kindlin',

you don't listen to sense.

Joseph, get under that porch and set a match to it.

Pay a call on them womenfolk, Pa.

Osgood: Be gentle, son.

We don't want brother Sprague to think we don't mean well.

We're takin' a little trip, Miss Edda.

Drop the gun.

All right, you other two. Throw your guns out, come out of there.

Should have told me, Arnie.

Could have saved all this.

I'm sorry.