All language subtitles for Riverboat S01E02 The Barrier

There's the cargo, Mr. Fraser.

Can you ship it up the Missouri
River to Canyon Creek for me?

I don't know, Mr. Muldoon. We
got a pretty full load already.

I'm not sure Captain Holden
will want to take on anymore.

Just flour in those
barrels and nothing else?

That's right. We traded
to the Indians for furs.

You're a cautious man, Mr. Fraser.
What did you expect to find, contraband?

We've never made the
trip up to Missouri before.

We understand the government inspectors
are pretty strict about cargo. Yes, I know.

We've made many shipments up to Missouri.

Well, is it a deal?

Well, I guess I can get the captain to go
along with it. You got yourself a deal,

Muldoon. Thank you very much, Mr. Fraser.

You're real lucky. He broke open
just the barrel you wanted him to.

I make my own luck, Mr. Hennessey.

Look worried, Connie. What's the
trouble? You're going to call for steam,

and you ain't going to get it
with this wood, Mr. Fraser.

It's green. Here, look.

Green and wet. It'll never burn.

We need a towhead of steam where we're
going. Is this the best you could do?

There's a lot of boats in
park. Shortage of fuel.

Is Captain Holden back yet?

Not so as I noticed.

Everything else in order?

Take a look for yourself, Mr. Fraser.

Give my regards to your wife. Hope
she feels better. See you next trip.

Are you gentlemen forgetting that we
need dry wood to get up ahead of steam?

Missouri's a lot trickier than
Mississippi. It's full of snags and sandbars.

We've been all through it,
Gray. It's the best we could get.

Well, then let's take on a load of lard
or pitch. Lard's your best bet, Captain.

No, no, lard's going to
cost us too much money.

We've got no choice. These sticks aren't
going to give us the steam we'll need.

All right, lard it is, Carney. Right
you are, Captain. How scrunched the lard?

You know, maybe it was a mistake for us to

start making a regular
run up the Missouri.

I mean, it seemed like
a good idea at the time

to build up business,
but now I don't know.

I can't say you look like
the happiest captain in

the world. What's up?
What's up? Nothing's up.

That's the trouble. Nothing. The
whole town's booked solid. Every crate,

every barrel, everything's gone.

Booked solid.

It's that rough, huh?
Yeah, it's that rough.

Well, in that case, you
won't mind if I went ahead

and made a little deal on my own. A deal?

For what? With who?

Well, I just couldn't pass up 300
barrels of flour for Canyon Creek.

Canyon Creek?

Haven't you noticed how low
we're sitting in the water?

Three hundred barrels? And
two tickets, first class.

Two passengers by the
name of Muldoon and Casey

are on board right now loading cargo.

Three hundred barrels?

Right.

Hey, take it easy there!

Welcome aboard, Mr.
Carruthers. Mrs. Carruthers.

I'm Captain Holden.

How soon do we pull out, Captain?

Just as soon as the government
inspector finishes checking the cargo.

Oh?

Andy!

Most of what we carry is
intended for trade with the Indian.

We have to be inspected for
contraband, Andy. Oh, I see.

Take Mr. and Mrs. Carruthers'
baggage to the Massachusetts cabin.

Hope you enjoy your trip, ma'am.

Now, that's what I'd call
quite a woman. Yes, indeed.

Wonder why they're headed for Canyon
Creek. That's just a mud hole, isn't it? Yeah.

You can take off any time now, Holden.
I've given you a clean bill of health. Mr.

Chambers, this is our
first trip up the Missouri.

How many times are we going to be
inspected? Just once, Buffalo Bend.

Our man Sam Overton checks you out there.

Sam Overton?

What became of Jim Haskins?

He was caught taking a
bribe. We had to replace him.

That must be quite a problem,
finding an honest inspector.

Quite a problem.

I'll tell Ben we're
ready. See you next trip,

Mr. Chambers. All right, hold that plank!

Oh, Mr. Chambers, I forgot to
mail this. Would you do it for me?

All right. Thank you.

Everything in order? Yes, sir. Best
get the visitors ashore. All right, sir.

Stand by forward lines! Stand by
forward lines! Stand by F lines! Stand by up!

Mr. Travis! Aye, sir, everything's ready.

Stand by to start your
engines, Carney. Aye, aye, aye.

Cast off! Forward lines! Forward! F lines!

F lines! She's all yours, Ben!

Aren't you going to change
your clothes for dinner?

We're not in
Washington, D.C. anymore, Abby.

We're on a riverboat headed for the
middle of nowhere. Why should I change?

It's a matter of simple good manners.

I'm not from New England like you, Abby.
Good manners aren't that important to me.

Really think they are to me, Jeff.

We need something to hang on to.
We have very little else left.

You're an amazing woman, Abby.

No matter what we go through together,

no matter how much we
hurt or ignore each other,

you never lose your
looks or your breathing.

As beautiful now as the day I married you.

Mr. Holden has invited us to
have dinner at his table tonight.

Don't be late. It wouldn't be polite.

Don't worry, Abby. Be
politely on time for dinner.

I'd hate to tell you how big
a bribe I had to offer Mr.

Holden for the chance of sitting at the
same table with you and your husband, ma'am.

Oh?

And did you take it?

Oh, I'm a businessman, Mrs.
Carruthers. I want all of Mr.

Muldoon's business that I can get.

And just why did you want to
sit at our table, Mr. Muldoon?

Well, I understand we have
the same destination now.

I like to get
acquainted with my neighbors.

What brings you up river?

We're going into exile, Mr.
Muldoon, like Napoleon at Elba.

No such thing.

We're headed for our future home.

My husband's the new territorial
representative at Canyon Creek.

Oh, government man. Well, then I am glad
to know you. I do business there myself.

No, thank you.

Oh, you better take it, Mr. Carruthers.

You won't be doing any
drinking at Canyon Creek.

Why not?

The Indians, my dear, they're not
allowed anything stronger than water,

and I'm supposed to
set them a good example.

Oh, personally, I don't think it's quite
fair. They're human beings just like us.

It seems a shame they can't
enjoy the same pleasures of life.

How long have you been in
government service, Mr. Crothers?

Two years.

I believe it's three.

I'm sorry, my dear, I
only count the first two.

Well, my husband and I were
stationed in Washington for two years,

and we've had to travel around
a good deal the past year. Oh?

Promotions?

When a man starts his career in
Washington and ends it in Canyon Creek,

what would you call it, Muldoon?

I'm afraid my husband
underestimates himself, Mr. Muldoon.

His superiors considered him one of the
most promising young men in Washington.

I'm glad you put it in
the past tense, Abby.

I, uh...

I think I'll go on
deck for a breath of air.

You coming, Jeff?

Not just now. I'll join you later.

It was a delightful dinner, Mr.
Holden. I compliment you on your cuisine.

Thank you.

I really should look to the rest of
my passengers. You'll excuse me, John.

Yes, of course.

You don't seem very happy about going
to Canyon Creek, Mr. Krabs. Should I be?

A job is only as good as a man makes it.

That's what I used to think, too.

You talk as if your career were over.

Man needs ambition to succeed, Mr.
Muldoon. I'm afraid I don't have mine anymore.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Ambition isn't the only road to success.

There's another.

Oh?

Money.

Enough money and you can
buy all the success you want.

Money.

Do you know what my job
at Canyon Creek will pay?

Yes, I know.

Hardly enough to support Mrs.

Carruthers in the style to
which I am sure she's accustomed.

And if she were my wife, I'd want
to give her the best of everything.

What are you getting at, Muldoon?

I'm merely suggesting
that life in an isolated

outpost needn't be as
bleak as you picture it.

I've known government men who were quite
wealthy by the time they were reassigned.

There's something you should
know about me, Mr. Muldoon.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life,

and my career's been going
downhill for the past year.

But I've never yet
taken a dishonest dollar.

I hope you realize you're trying
to bribe a government official.

Oh, no.

Forgive me, I had no such intention.

I was merely pointing out that
there are certain opportunities

that do exist for a man in your position.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Evening, Captain.

Evening.

Sounds real pretty.

Thank you.

Miss Corliss, what are you doing
down here? You shouldn't be here.

Well, it's a woman's
prerogative to satisfy her curiosity.

Mr. Holden, I just wanted to
see the rest of your poem.

Then see it tomorrow.

This isn't the time.

I saw some rather interesting gentlemen
while I was wandering around down there.

You shouldn't be down
there, Mrs. Carruthers.

Those interesting gentlemen
might misinterpret your curiosity.

Why?

Or was it curiosity?

What do you mean?

You seemed rather disturbed when you
left the dinner table this evening.

I rather got the impression that
you were retreating from something.

Retreating?

What from?

Perhaps you'd better tell me.

You're a very perceptive man,
Mr. Holden, and quite right.

Let's just say I was
running away from bad manners.

Where I come from, one does not discuss
one's personal problems at the dinner table.

Really? You mean your
father and mother ate all their

meals to the
accompaniment of idle chit-chat?

I was raised by my
mother's family, Mr. Holden.

Oh.

My father was killed in
a duel when I was three.

A matter of honor?

Hardly.

He was killed by the husband of
the woman with whom he'd run away.

What do you think of a
man like that, Mr. Holden?

A man who'd desert his wife
and child for another woman?

Well, I'd have to know the man, and
his wife, and of course the other woman.

I could never forgive a
man who did that to me.

Never?

Never is a very long
time, Mrs. Carruthers.

Good night, Mr. Holmes. Mrs. Carruthers.

Carney, cut your engines to
half. Buffalo, bend ahead.

French, you are, and
Fraser, to stand your pleasure.

It was a fine trip, Mr. Holden.

Much better than the
one from the old country.

Well, I hope you have a
good life here, Mr. Lundquist.

There's plenty of room for us. Thank you.

Good luck to you. Good luck, then.

Bye, honey.

This all the cargo that's coming
ashore, Buffalo Bend? That's right.

All right.

I'll check what's left in the
boat as soon as I'm through here.

Barney Chambers was right. That new
inspector ain't letting a thing get by him.

We can't buy them all.

We just have to make sure
he doesn't come aboard.

You know what to do. Right.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Cruthers.

Good morning, Mr. Muldoon.

Going ashore?

Yes, I thought I would.

Mr. Holden said we'd be
here for several hours,

so I thought I'd like to see the sights.

I'm afraid there aren't very
many sights to see in Buffalo Bend.

May I?

Thank you.

Why don't you watch
where you're going, stupid?

What did you call me? I called you stupid.

I think it's your wife.

What's going on here? The government man.
He's hurt real bad. Get him into a hotel.

Somebody call a
doctor. You, get the doctor.

Get out of those wet clothes.

Oh, I hate this godforsaken wilderness.

Why did everything have to go
wrong? Why did we have to get sent here?

I didn't want it to happen,
Abby, any more than you did.

Well, then why did it happen? Why?

Man's a double-harness animal, Abby.
He doesn't always pull well alone.

Here.

I can do it myself, thanks.

Abby, we had it so good for two years.

There's no reason it
can't be like that again.

Oh, I wish that were
true, but you know it isn't.

Why?

Have you really stopped loving me?

Don't you feel anything when I touch you?

Yes, I feel.

But I can't forget what you
did. I wish I could, but I can't.

We're back to that again,
my one fall from grace.

I loved you, Jeff.

Why did you let it happen?

I didn't want it to happen, Abby,

but you'd been away from
me for almost five months.

Mother was ill. Someone
had to look after her.

I was lonely. I missed you. I needed you.

And I allowed myself a moment of
weakness. Is that an unforgivable sin?

I don't know. I only know that I
can't forget it. I've tried, but I can't.

Don't you think it was hard on
me, too, being away from you?

You'll never know how lonely I was.

But I didn't drown my loneliness in
the arms of the first man who'd have me.

No, I'm sure you'd never do that.

You're too strong.

Abby, haven't you ever allowed
yourself an occasional weakness, a tiny sin?

How can you forgive them and others
if you're incapable of them yourself?

Are you suggesting that I follow
your example and be untrue to you?

If you were, Abby, I think I could
find it in my heart to forgive you.

I'm a weak man. I can
understand weakness in others.

Then try to understand mine.

I love you, Jeff, but my weakness is
that I cannot forgive you. I love you.

What's blowing us up? There's strong
currents ahead, and they're getting worse.

Can't we make any headway
at all? We need more power.

Take the wheel, Travis.

Hold on, Carney. We need more steam.
We'll never make Prairie Hill at this point.

I know you got rough
water, Mr. Fraser. We're doing

the best we can, Captain. You saw I would.

Well, then, light it. That'll make
it burn. All right. Light it up.

Light it up. Carney's
getting touchy again.

You know, one of the reasons is
we're sitting so low in the water.

Are you sure that you only took on 300
barrels of Muldoon? You check the invoice.

The heaviest plow I ever did see.

What are you kicking about
saying afraid? All right,

Mr. Freight Agent, all right. That's it!

That's it! Keep it in there!
Keep that steam up! Dip it down!

Get her in there!

Has Mrs. Carruthers
recovered from her accident?

She's fine.

Good.

Did you get a report on that cargo
inspector before we left Buffalo Bend?

He was pretty badly hurt. He'd
be laid up for several months.

Too bad.

It's rather convenient, isn't it?

Convenient?

For a trader who might
be shipping contraband.

It wouldn't be fun now, would it?

If a traitor were shipping
contraband, you're quite

right, Carruthers, it would not be found.

Tell me, Muldoon, what happened
to the man that I'm replacing?

He died. How?

He wouldn't give the Indians
what they wanted. They killed him.

And what did they want?

Many things, Carruthers.

But then isn't that true of all of us?

There must be some things that
you want too. If not for yourself,

then for that beautiful wife of yours.

Tell me, do you trade other things to the
Indians besides flour for furs? Of course.

Pork, wobble, tools, blankets, lots of
things. And what do they pay best for?

The things we all pay the best for.

What they want the most and can't have.

Stand by, Mr. Carney.

Prairie Hill dead ahead.
Aye, sir. Half the steam.

Oh, Captain.

As I remember it, there's a
food supply store in Prairie Hill.

You suppose you could get
us some buckets of grease?

We're running kind of low. All right,
Carney. I'll pick some up when I go into town.

Good job, Ben.

That last stretch is about the
worst we'll hit this whole trip.

I hope you're right.

Let's let Prairie Hill know we're coming.

Anything else?

No, no, no, that's it.

I think this is the right amount, sir.

I'd appreciate it if you're getting
that load of grease on board in a hurry.

We'll be pulling out shortly. You can
count on it, Captain. And thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, look in there, Clegg.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, what have we got here?

Now, what's a filly like
you doing in Prairie Hill?

She must be one of Miss Annie's
girls. Come in on the steamer.

You work for Miss Annie?

Will you please let me by?

Friendly attitude to take. The
lady asked you to let her by.

Lady?

I don't see no lady.

All I see is a real pretty female
that smells good and feels good.

The lady asked you to let her go.

He wants to fight for the lady.

That was horrible.
Horrible? Those disgusting men.

Oh, they're not so bad, Ms. Carruthers.
You have to remember, this is a lonely town.

And a beautiful female is a rare
sight to them. Why, in a sense,

they were paying you a compliment.

Compliment?

Well, sure. A woman as
beautiful as you are walking

the streets alone is
bound to interest any man.

Not if he's a gentleman.

Especially if he's a gentleman.

Well, I really am very
grateful to you, Mr. Holden.

You constantly seem to be
saving me from disaster.

Well, perhaps that's because
you're constantly headed for disaster.

You should wear mud more often.

It's very becoming.

I see that Mr. Holden
takes his work very seriously.

What work?

Taking care of his passengers.

It's really a shame, you
know, that a woman like Mrs.

Carruthers should be wasted on a
desolate outpost like Canyon Creek.

She may not be wasted after all.

You pointed out there are
certain opportunities in Canyon Creek.

The only opportunities there are here
are the kind a man makes for himself.

Just what is it you want from me, Muldoon?

A chance to make you rich.

So you can take your wife away from
Canyon Creek and give her everything she wanted.

Before somebody else does.

Did you enjoy your
afternoon in town with Mr. Holden?

Mr. Holden was kind enough
to come to my assistance

when I was accosted by two bullies.

Mr. Holden seems to make a habit
of rescuing damsels in distress.

It was lucky for me that he
was there, since you weren't.

Did you want me there, Abby?

Abby.

How do you feel about Canyon
Creek, about my job there?

I try not to feel anything.
Isn't it easier that way, Jeff?

What would you say if I told
you it could be a good job,

that it could make us both rich?

I'd say stop dreaming
and come down to Earth.

Would it make any
difference between us, Abby?

You were capable of deep
feeling once. I think you still are.

Well, I don't want to
be, Jeff. Not for you.

For whom, then? Grey Holden?

That's insulting!

Is it? I think maybe you're
falling in love with him.

Oh, don't be absurd!

Oh, I'm not suggesting that
you'd ever let him touch you.

You're much too perfect for that.

Maybe I'm not quite as
perfect as you think.

I wish you weren't. Just once, I'd
like to see your halo slip a little.

I'm your wife, Jeff. Do you
think I could ever forget that?

I don't need a wife, Abby.

I need a woman who really loves me and
you stopped being a woman a year ago.

You're wrong, Jeff.

I just stopped being your woman.

Abby, I... I have an
important decision to make.

About the way I'm going to do
my job, I need your advice.

I'm even past giving advice, Jeff. I have
too many questions of my own to answer.

Come in.

Tell me, Muldoon, is there a big profit
in trading whiskey to the Indians for furs?

A very big profit, I've heard.

For everyone, including
the government agent?

Especially the government agent.

Mrs. Carruthers.

It was such a lovely evening,
I didn't feel like sleeping.

Am I out of bounds up here?

Yes.

But I'll make an exception in your case.

When do you think
we'll get to Canyon Creek?

We should be there by tomorrow night.

I'll almost be sorry to see the trip end.

It may not be as bad as you think.

Oh, I don't mean that. It's just
that I've met such interesting people.

So have I. Tell me, Mr.
Holden, why have you never married?

I doubt if I could find a woman who'd
want to share this kind of a life with me.

Oh, I think you're wrong.

Lots of women would.

Now, what makes you so sure of it?

Well, it's an exciting
life, full of adventure.

Is that what a woman marries
for, excitement, adventure?

No, Mrs. Carruthers.

I'd want a better reason than
that from the woman that I marry.

And what reason would you want?

The same reason any man wants.

But I'm the one man in the world for her.

And if you found such a woman,
would you always be true to her?

Well, now, I don't know. If she had a
rival as exciting as you are, Mrs. Treathers,

I might find it very difficult.

And if you were untrue to her,
would you expect her to forgive you?

That's an odd question.

Would you?

Yes.

Yes, I guess I would. Does she love me?

She might have her pride.

Pride?

Pride is a mighty poor
substitute for love, Mrs. Carruthers.

I'd say that any woman who puts pride
above love isn't very much of a woman.

Would you say that I was
much of a woman, Mr. Holder?

I don't know. I haven't had
the opportunity to find out.

Yes, I'd say that
you're very much of a woman.

I'm not mistaken, that's
Canyon Creek straight ahead. Boy,

I'm glad this trip's over. Yeah, so am I.

Well, I guess I'd best
get down below and prepare

for checking out the
passengers in the car.

Mr. Carney, stand by for Canyon
Creek. Canyon Creek, aye, aye, sir.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Red.

Mr. Carruthers.

Good luck on your new
assignment, sir. Thank you.

You're the new head man
here. You want to inspect

our cargo? I already
have. You can unload it.

I'll deliver it to the
government warehouse

as soon as we get it on the dock, General.

Mr. Robinson.

Mr. Holden.

Well, how do you like it, Harry?

We'll make out.

Better than you think.

We're going to get rich here.

Oh, Jeff, stop it. I can stand
almost anything but pipe dreams.

This isn't a pipe
dream, Abby. It's the truth.

Even if it were, what
good would money do us?

You're my wife, Abby.

I have to give you something. You won't
take love, so money's the next best thing.

You really think that could make
me feel anything for you, Jeff?

I've given up trying
to make you feel, Ivy.

You have to be a woman to
feel. And all you are is a lady.

You talk as if I were living in a vacuum.

I'm just as human as you are.

I need love just as much as you do,
Jeff, and I can find it if I have to.

You don't think I have any feelings?

Well, that's not what Gray Holden thinks.

What does Gray Holden think?

He thinks I'm very much of a woman.

And when I kissed him the
other night, I felt like a woman.

I don't believe it.

Abigail, the pure, the perfect, the
unforgiving. You actually kissed a man, Abby?

You fell from grace? Well,
there may be hope for you yet.

What's the matter with you, Jeff?

I've just told you
I've been untrue to you.

Don't you want to kill me or him?

There.

That's for being untrue
to me, even for a moment.

Now I can forgive you. I don't
have to carry a grudge for a year.

Isn't it better that way?

Come in.

Mr. Karodes? Yes?

I'm Napashu, the son of
the chief of our tribe.

And this is my wife, Mankata.

We have lit a lamp for you
and have come to welcome

you and work with you if you need us.

Thank you.

My wife, Mrs. Carruthers.

We have many fares to trade
for the cargo the boat brings,

but we will not trade till you got here.

Why not?

Because we do not wish to be cheated.

Only you can protect us from
those who sell us the whiskey.

Why would anyone want to give you whiskey?

Because it fogs our brains.

And when our brains are fogged, we
trade our fear for almost nothing.

We give them away.

There are men who know this.

If your people truly want no contraband,

why did they kill the last government
inspector for refusing to sell it to them?

Is that what you heard, Mr. Carades?

We did not kill him.

He was killed by the traders
because he would not work with them.

He was a brave man.

We honor his memory.

I go now to help work at the dock.

We are glad you have come, Mr. Carades.

We have much need for you.

Jeff, what's the matter?

Leave me alone. I have things to do.

Muldoon, lots more helpers
for you. Good. Mr. Muldoon,

I did not know this was your cargo.

Well, now you do.

So let's get it to the warehouse.

What's going on here?

Mr. Muldoon brought us cargo once before.

Blankets.

Only they were not blankets.

There was much trouble among our people.

Are you going to give
us a hand or aren't you?

We need flour, Mr.
Muldoon, not whiskey. If

you want our ferries, buy them with flour.

Not with this.

I contracted for a cargo
of flour, not whiskey.

Do you think anyone will believe you
didn't know what you were carrying?

You're in this as deep as I am, Holden.

Now get those barrels to the warehouse.

You're not taking any
contraband off this dock.

I've got almost twice as
many men here as you have.

How do you aim to stop me?

With guns, Muldoon. Now get off the dock.

What are you going to do with my cargo?

Impound it till I get further
instructions from Carruthers.

That's a good idea.

You do just that.

Keep right here, Ben.

I thought we said
goodbye to you at the boat.

Holden, what is it? Did you
want to see my wife again?

No, I want to see you.
Muldoon is shipping contraband.

He's hidden a keg of
whiskey in every barrel of flour.

Well, what do you
expect me to do about it?

Well, you're the government
man. You know what to do.

Jeff, you heard what those Indians
said. They don't want contraband.

Keep out of this, Abby.

I can't confiscate a
man's cargo just because

Holden thinks he's seen a keg of whiskey.

Thinks?

You come on down to the dock
with me and see for yourself.

You run your business, Holden, and
I'll run mine. That cargo stays ashore.

You knew about that
cargo all along, didn't you?

You made a deal with Muldoon, didn't you?

I'm officially ordering you to
keep your hands off that cargo.

How much did he pay
you, 30 pieces of silver?

Jeff, why are you doing this?

Don't you know?

No, I don't.

For you.

You sold yourself to
Muldoon because of me.

Well, what choice did I have?

Do you want to stay in this
godforsaken hole for the rest of our lives?

You want all the years
ahead to be like the last one?

Are you blaming me for your weakness?
No, for your weakness. For your pride,

your coldness, your inability to forgive.

Just what do you think you'll
solve by taking bribes from Muldoon?

Our future, Abby.

We have a marriage of
convenience, not love.

And convenience is expensive, so are
pride and respectability. But don't worry,

I'll buy them all for you.

Well, you won't have to. Not anymore.

Where are you going?

Back to the boat.

You mean back to Grey Holden, don't you?

Yes.

Well, Holden, what
instructions did Mr. Carruthers give you?

He ordered me to keep
my hands off your cargo.

You don't say.

All right, boys, take it away.

Hold it!

That cargo goes back on my boat.

You've got no right to ignore
the orders of a government agent.

I also have no right to deliver
whiskey. I'm taking it back down river.

Do you really think I'll let you? You
have no choice. Now get off this dock.

I've got guns and ammunition
at the warehouse. Come on.

I don't like this. Gray, they
got us outnumbered two to one.

Yeah.

Joe, Charlie, get up on the
Texas deck. Keep us covered.

The rest of you men load
these barrels back in the boat.

Mr. Holden.

Mr. Holden.

What are you doing here?

I'm going back down river with you.

You're going back?

Why?

You know why you saw
the kind of man he is?

Yeah, I saw him. A weak and
beaten man who just sold his soul

to the devil because he'd
married a vain and selfish woman.

How dare you?

You're leaving him now because of what
he just did, but yet you made him do it.

Whatever it was he did a long time ago,

he does not deserve this kind of
punishment. Go back to him, Miss Corella,

before you destroy him
completely. That hurt. Good.

I'm sorry, Gray.

It's just that I'm afraid.

There's nothing left of my marriage. I
know I made it fall apart a long time ago.

Then put it back together again,
Abby. There'll be plenty of time up here.

Go back to it.

That was just a warning, Holden.

You've got exactly one minute to get
off that duck and let me have my cargo.

If you don't know, take it any way I can.

Go ahead.

Keep spread out.

I want them covered from every deck.

Go through.

Back so soon, Abby?

Jeff, they're fighting down at the
dock. Gray won't release Muldoon's cargo.

Don't say. Just which
side are we rooting for?

Jeff, it's got to be
stopped. You can stop it.

Jeff, it's getting worse.

Courtesy of Muldoon.

Jeff, that is not the answer.

Well, what is the answer, Abby?

You've got to go down there and stop it.

Why, is the man you love in danger?

Yes, he is.

Then tell Holden to save his own skin.

I'm not talking about his,
I'm talking about yours.

Mine?

Why should I risk my life?
Give me one good reason.

That's the first time you've
kissed me. Is it for me or for him?

We gotta get out of here.

We're setting ducks here. Not without
the cargo. Well, he's gonna get it anyway.

One way we can stop him. Let's fix
this until there's no cargo left.

Come on.

How good are you at
swimming with a bucket on your

shoulder? Depends how far.
Just as far as the dock.

Dig in.

I don't know what to do now,
Chalice. Ben and I hit the water.

Get away from the dock fast.

Get to your post work.

Give it everything you got,
Connie. We gotta get out of here fast.

All right, you monkey, shut
up. Where's the pressure?

Just a minute, Mr. Travis, just a minute.

We've got them beat.

That cargo stays on the dock, Muldoon.
I'm confiscating it. All by yourself,

Carruthers? You'll do what I say, Muldoon.

I'm the law here.

Not for long.

Jet!

I'll kill you for that, Carruthers.

Get away from there before that whiskey
explodes. All right, break her down, Carney.

Give him a chance to catch
up. Hey, look at her burn, Ben.

Hey, I got a suggestion
to make. Yeah, what's

that? From now on, you stick to piloting.

I'll make all the deals. Well,
Muldoon didn't look crooked.

Haven't you got a sense of smell?

Suppose Carruthers and
his wife can stick it out

until we bring them another
load of flour? Yes, they do.

I think they're going
to be there a long time.

Or at least as long as they want to be.

I guess you could take Canyon Creek if
you had a woman like that for a while.

Yeah.

Yeah, you could even take Canyon Creek.