Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 13, Episode 23 - The Younger Brothers' Younger Brother - full transcript

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Well, Cole,

it's a sad day at Grants Prison,

but we knew it would
have to happen sometime.

The place won't seem the same
without the Younger Brothers.

I know, I know.

I just can't believe it.

It seemed like only yesterday,

you turned the key in the lock
and you said, "Welcome."

It does seem like only yesterday,
doesn't it?



Well, you just have
a way with you, Warden,

of making 12 years fly by like a...

blink of an eye.

Here, here.

It's awful kind of you
to say that, Cole.

Well, none of that.

Good-byes ain't easy, but, uh,

we just got to make the best of it.

- I'm sorry.
- Besides,

it don't look so good
in front of the guard.

I know.

Good luck, Lonnie.

I watched you grow up here.

I'ma still growin'.



Almost like a son to me.

Take good care of yourself, huh?

- Bart.
- Warden?

- Bart.
- Warden.

I don't know how I'm
going to replace you

in that garden, Bart.

Whenever I bite into an onion,
I'll think of you.

Every time I smell one,
I'll think of you, Warden.

Go on.

It's a great feeling to know
you've rehabilitated

three of the toughest
the West has ever known.

Well, life goes on.
Back to work, Clark.

Almost time for dinner call.

I must have lost my watch.

- My wallet's gone, too.
- Bet I know where they're at.

- Where?
- With your gun.

Get the men together!

They passed right by us.

They might double back
this way, though.

We better stay put.

Right, Cole.

You hear me, Lonnie?

Did you hear me, Lonnie?

Huh? What? Oh!

Falling asleep again?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it scared the heck out of me
when you woke me up.

I thought I'd died.

Well, you will be dead
if you don't pay attention.

Now, we head for the shack
come nightfall.

Not over here!

Let's head back and try the creek.

Shh!

They're comin' back.

If any of you men spot 'em,
shoot to kill.

The only place
for the Younger Brothers

is six feet under.

Lonnie!

Huh? Sorry, Cole.

Boys...

we're here.

Lonnie, keep an eye peeled
at the window.

Right.

- Bart.
- Yeah?

Find something
to pry up the floorboard.

- You betcha.
- Lonnie, how does it look?

Pretty dark.

Well, I know that it's dark,

but do you see anything out there?

How come you got that eye closed?

Uh, just resting it.

Resting it?

Yeah. You see, I figure
it's gonna be a long night,

so I gave my right eye the first watch,

and an hour from now,
my left eye will relieve it.

Relieve it.

It grieves me to think
we had the same daddy.

Hey! Here, this oughta do it.

Oh, that's fine.

Now, which board did you
hide the guns under?

Which board?

Well, what are you, an echo?

I said, which board!

Just calm yourself down
and give me a minute.

It has been 12 years!

It's going on 13 years. Which board?

- That one right there.
- That's more like it.

See, I told you, if you'd
just give me a minute...

Give me a hand in pryin' it up.

Down...

that's better.

Cole, would you help me
pull up this board?

I just know this is the one that's it!

Well, the odds are gettin'
better all the time.

- All right.
- All right.

Tilt.

One, two, three...

Oh!

Oh! Oh, man. My back.

Oh, well, here. Lean on me, now.

Come on, now.

- Can you make it?
- Yeah, over here.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.

- Oh, that's better.
- Yeah.

Was it under there?

Uh-uh.

I'm sure I know where I hid them guns,

if you'd just give me a minute.

Oh, you said that last night.

You don't remember,
birdbrain, so, don't...

don't... don't give me
any more of your bunk.

That's it!

What is it?

The bunk!

I told you I could find 'em
if you'd just give me a minute.

Now!

Hmm.

12 years sure is a long time.

Too long.

What we going to do now?

We ain't gonna shoot
anybody, that's for sure.

Wait a minute!

Wait a cotton-pickin' minute.

What are we actin'
so down in the mouth for?

We never shot nobody before, did we?

Well, did we?

Well, no, but in... in the old days,

everybody was so scared of us,
they was afraid to do anything.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Uh, people probably
even forget to be a-scared.

Wrong! If they was scared
of the Younger Brothers once,

they can be scared of us again.

All we've got to do is build
our reputation again.

Well, just how do we go about that

without getting ourselves killed?

We start small.

You remember the little bank
over in Silver Hill?

Well, yeah.

That's what we're gonna hit first.

It's Silver Hill, all right.

I might have been mistaken,
but I think it was

a lot more crowded the last time
we passed this way, Cole.

No, never mind.

We said we was gonna
start small, didn't we?

Yeah.

Be careful...
you might kill one another.

This is it. Cover me.

Well, you can stop covering me
now, and give me a hand.

My foot is caught.

Uh, hold on a minute.

Be careful. Don't twist my ankle.

Oh, oh, oh, don't... oh.

- There you go.
- Oh, thanks. Oh!

Uh, check the safe
while I put on my boot.

The first thing I'm gonna do,
if we ever make a good haul,

is get me a new set of boots.

Beautiful boots of fine, soft...

Oh, me. Oh!

Look! Hey, look!
Cole! Hey, Cole, you okay?

As all right as could be expected

after being blowed halfway
across the street.

Well, we're sorry about that,
Cole, but we got the mailbag.

Well, we gotta get out of here
while the getting's good.

That explosion'll bring
half the town. Let's move!

Yeah, Cole.

Oh, Cole, this is a sad one.

Listen.

"My dearest, Herbert.

"I feel as though you've
been gone forever.

"Even though it has been a few
days, my tears are..."

Ah, shut up. I don't care about Herbert!

But it is sad.

Sad. I'll tell you what is sad.

The Younger Brothers pull
their first job in 12 years

and wind up with a handful of letters.

Now, that is sad!

Well, now, Cole, I...

I don't think nobody seen us
when we was in Silver Hills.

Well, let's hope not.

All right!

There's no use crying over spilt milk.

All we gotta do is find us
another bank, a bigger bank...

one that's just...
well, chock-full of money.

We need us good horses, and, well,

I need me some boots, too,
'cause these...

"Dear Mr. Cartwright..."

Oh, shut up with those dumb letters!

Wait a minute, Cole.
This one ain't so dumb.

Listen, listen. "Dear Mr. Cartwright,

"I'm sure by now you have received

"my bank draft for the $15,000.

"Now, I will be needing more
horses in the near future,

"and I hope I can do business
again with you.

"Yours truly, James Parker."

Let me see that.

Whatever bank this Cartwright
fella has his money in,

it must be chock-full, and, look,
they got horses to boot.

Which envelope this come out?

Wait a minute.

Oh, here it is. That one.

"Mr. 'Horse' Cartwright,
Virginia City, Nevada."

Well, wait. Let's take a look
at that map.

Yeah.

We'll take the road through Barton,
and then head south.

All right, now you head
due north till you pass Barton.

Then, you take Stoner Pass
and due east to Glover's place.

- Got it.
- Shouldn't take you more than, oh,

- three or four days, round trip.
- All right.

I got those supplies you
wanted loaded in the wagon.

There's enough there for a party of 12.

Oh, good.

Don't want to take any chances,
little brother.

Well, you're all set, then.

Big opportunity for us, Hoss.

I know you'll handle it well.

Don't worry about a thing, Pa.

Sorry you have to carry
all that cash with you,

but old man Glover just
won't deal any other way.

Well, like I told you, Pa,
don't you worry about a thing.

A whole gang of outlaws couldn't
take that money away from me.

Oh!

I can't walk much farther.

You know, that foot

feels like it's been
run through a meat grinder.

I'm hungry, Cole.

We ain't never gonna make it
to that Virginia City

less'en we get some money
for some food and horses.

What's that racket?

I don't know.

Well, go check and find out.

You know, Lonnie,

that little pinkie is
the one that's killing me.

- It's a stage!
- What?

A stage!

- A stage?
- Yeah.

Well, hot diggity dog.

We've got something to rob.

Gimme that... uh, gimme...
gimme... gimme that rope.

No, uh, tie it to the end of a tree.

Uh, Lonnie... Lonnie, you run across

to the other side of the road.

As soon as the stage gets close,

you pull that and make the stage stop.

- Right.
- And Lonnie... Lonnie...

- Yeah?
- Uh,

and then wait and cover us, huh?

You betcha, Cole.

Lonnie!

Yeah, Cole. What?

Take the end of the rope with you.

Now, Lonnie!

All right, raise them hands!

This is Cole Younger speakin'!

Throw down that money bag.

We ain't got no money bag.

Don't... don't fire that
so close to my ear.

Look, we don't want to hurt nobody.

Just throw down them sacks.

It's just mail headed for Virginia City.

You ain't fooling nobody.

Throw down them sacks!

All right.

All right, hold it.

You two make a move,
I'll fill you so full of holes,

they'll never find your belly button.

Do you really think

that the Younger Brothers
are so dumb,

they put away their guns
and not have you covered?

Lonnie?

Fire a little shot for the gentlemen.

Well, fire it now, Lonnie.

Lonnie!

The bluff ain't gonna work, Younger.

Put your hands upside the stagecoach.

All right, Jake, tie 'em up.

I thought we'd seen the last
of you boys in these parts.

Well, I guess some folks
just never learn.

We'll have to deliver you with the mail.

Whoa, whoa.

I'll be dadburned.

A holdup.

Giddy-up! Giddy-up!

There was more of 'em!
Let's get out of here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Say, it looks like
I got here just in time.

Well, you certainly did.

Did either one of them robbers
hurt you fellas?

No, no, uh, thanks to you,
uh, Mr., uh...

Cartwright, Hoss Cartwright.

Cart... do you own a ranch
named the Ponderosa?

No, that's... that's my pa. He owns it.

Well, what do you know.

Uh, my name is, uh, Sawyer,

and this is my guard,
uh, Mr., uh, Finn.

Well, I'm happy
to meet you, gentlemen.

Let me help you with them bags.

- They look heavy.
- Oh, no, no, no. No, there's no need.

I've got nothing better to do.

I got plenty of time.
I'm just going into Barton

to get a bath and a good night's sleep.

There you are.

We don't know how to thank you.

Don't even try.

It's a citizen's duty to see to it

the mail gets through, gentlemen.

That's true, if anything ever was.

Yeah. Well,
have a good journey, fellas.

- Same to you.
- Giddy-up.

Well...

sure is a small world, ain't it?

Bart.

- Hmm?
- Go find that stupid brother of ours.

All right.

He's probably asleep under a tree.

Giddy-up. Giddy-up.

Whoa, whoa.

Excuse me. Hi.

- Howdy.
- Hi.

Uh, I'd like to bed
these horses down for the night.

Well, you've come to the right place.

Only stable in town.

Cost you 20 cents apiece
to bed 'em down and 30 cents for feed.

Fine.

There... just keep the extra 50 cents

and make sure they got plenty of grain.

Oh, it ain't worth an extra 50 cents.

I only feed a horse
what he needs, anyway.

Well, just keep it anyhow, huh?

I was aiming to.

- Oh. Howdy, Sheriff.
- Shh.

He got 'em!

Those were the days.

What can I do for you, stranger?

I was wondering if I could
find a place around here

where I could get a bath.

Yep, you could use one.

Right around the corner.
Barton's Bed and Bath, best in Barton.

Much obliged.

Think nothin' of it.

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe it!

We robbed a bank,

we robbed a stage,

and all we got to show for it
is a bunch of dumb letters!

- I'm hungry.
- Oh, shut up!

And stop reading those letters.

I ain't hurtin' nothing, Cole.

I've been in jail 12 years,
and I never got me a letter,

and now I got a whole mess of them.

But they ain't to you.

Oh, neither were the ones I didn't got.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

We got to get us some money!

Hey, I got an idea.

Why don't we sell the stagecoach.

It's in good shape.

Hey, here's another letter
to that fella, Mr. Cartwright.

"Dear Mr. Cartwright,

"I just wanted you to know

"the seed bulls have been rounded up.

The seed bulls.

"They're not gonna be any
disappointment, I promise you.

"Sorry about Hoss having
to carry $10,000 in cash,

"but I'm an old man,
and I can't change my ways."

"All my best, Harvey Glover."

$10,000.

That fella that helped us
rode off with $10,000,

and we rode off with the dang mail.

Oh, it's like you always say,
Cole, no sense in...

Aw, shut up!

He said that...

he's gonna spend
the night in Barton, right?

Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie.

Please.

Nobody saw you.

Why don't you ride into Barton

and find out where
this Cartwright is staying.

Then, we'll all go in
and pay him a visit.

Yeah.

You boys ain't so slow to grasp.

I'm dreaming of Jeannie

With the light brown hair

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la...

Don't reach for it.

That's him, all right, Sheriff.

I couldn't forget that face anywhere.

He's one of the Younger Brothers.

Sheriff, I've told you
15 times if I've told you once

that my name is
Hoss Cartwright, not Younger.

And for the 16th time, Younger,

we got two eyewitnesses
that have testified

they seen you a-ridin' and a-shootin'

and a-helpin' them brothers
of yours rob the U.S. mail.

And I've told you
that that was a mistake.

I should hope to shout
it was, and you made it.

Look, Sheriff,
if you'd just send somebody

to Virginia City,
they'll tell you who I am.

Look, Younger,

two eyewitnesses
is good enough for me.

I ain't gonna waste
the taxpayers' money,

sendin' no deputy to check on
that phony story of yours.

Then,
you ain't gonna do nothin'?

I'm gonna give you
a little piece of advice.

Plead guilty

and throw yourself on the mercy
of the court.

Thanks a lot, Sheriff.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Think nothin' of it.

Yes, sir. Can I help you?

Yeah, uh,

you... you got any good beds?

Barton's Bed and Bath's
got the best beds in Barton.

Oh. Oh. Huh.

Sign right here.

Business is kinda slow.

You only got but one customer.

I ain't even got him.

He's in jail.

His name ain't Cartwright, neither...
it's Younger.

He's one of them Younger Brothers.

Well, here's your key.

Hmm. Ne... never mind.

A Younger?

They think that sodbuster's a Younger!

Well, he looks about as much
like a gunfighter as...

Never mind.

We've got to break into that jail.

That'll be a new one for us.

We spend 12 years, tryin' to figure out

a way to break out of jail.

We've been out a week,
and now we've got to figure

a way to break back into one.

Broad daylight.

Yeah, and it's hot, too.

I mean, that's when we're
gonna do it... broad daylight.

They won't be expectin' us then.

We'll just come in,
as big as you please!

Well, come on.

Let's ride!

Oh!

Stop readin' those damn letters!

I'll cover you.

Make it quick and quiet.

Who is it?

Who am I?

Telegram.

I'm a telegram!

- Lock it.
- Yeah.

Hey, what in tarnation do you
two think you're doin' now?

We come to get you out,
old partner.

Oh... oh, no, you don't.

No, no, you don't.

You fellas got me in enough
trouble like it is already.

Listen, you wouldn't stand
a chance here with a trial.

If you stay here in town,
they're gonna hang you.

If you don't go now,
I'm gonna shoot you.

- Them's my choices?
- Uh-huh.

I'll go.

- Whoa! Where's the money?
- What money?

The $10,000 you had on you.
Now, don't you lie to me.

- I read your mail.
- The sheriff's got it.

- Where?
- It's in the money belt.

Well, where's the money belt?

It's on the sheriff.

Oh, the keys.

- Cole's gonna skin me alive.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, come on, hurry up.
We gotta get out of here.

- Move.
- Well, why do you want me now?

- I ain't got no money.
- We'll figure out somethin'.

- Give me the key.
- For what?

For the lock.

You put that lock on the door?

Well, of course, I put
the lock on the door.

You told me to lock it.

When I said lock it,
I didn't mean lock it.

I meant bolt it.

Well, if you meant to say
bolt it instead of lock it,

why didn't you say bolt it?

How are we gonna get out of here?

Always prepared.

Excuse me, friend.

I didn't see you.

Cole.

Oh, get him out of here.

If I ever get my hands on the man

I stole this cigar from...

Yah!

What happened?

I think the stage just held up the jail.

A little darker on the mustache.

Heavier. You know what I mean?

And the hat even higher
on the big one.

I know it's hard to believe,
but it's the biggest hat I ever seen.

Now you're gettin' it. That's it.

What do you think?

- That's it.
- Uh-huh.

Get this over to the printing office.

I want them posters
in every town for 200 miles.

It's kind of a big reward,
isn't it, Sheriff?

It'll be worth it
to be the sheriff responsible

for capturing the most vicious
gang the west has ever known.

Only a question of time
before they strike again.

What price do you put on human life?

You're right, Sheriff.

'Sides, it was their $10,000 anyway.

Are you feelin' any better, Cole?

No, I ain't feelin' any better.

Well, I wish there was
somethin' we could do.

You've done enough already,
both of ya.

I'm hungry.

Why don't you go out
and blow up a rabbit?

I told you, it was a mistake.

It wasn't your mistake, Lonnie.

Ma's and Pa's, 35 years ago.

Thanks for not blamin' me, Cole.

Think nothin' of it.

Hey, fellers, these...
these ropes sure are tight.

A couple of more days
without anything to eat,

they'll loosen up a bit.

Oh, I wish you wouldn't
talk about food.

I wish you wouldn't talk at all.

I'm thinkin'.

What's you thinkin', Cole?

I ain't had enough quiet to find out.

Shh.

I've got it.

Lonnie, Bart, I got it.

I got how we're gonna
make some money.

- Well, how?
- Well, this here Cartwright

had $10,000 on him, right?

- Right.
- Right.

And in that letter you read,

somebody sent his pa $15,000, right?

- Right.
- Right.

Now,

you want to see
your pappy again,

you tell me how to get
to that Ponderosa ranch of yours.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- About time.

What took you so long?

Oh, we were just having
a long talk with Sheriff Coffee.

Oh, about what?

Uh, this.

The Younger Brothers?
Are they still at it?

I thought they were...

Hoss?

Yeah, that's him all right. Uh...

Sheriff Coffee said
the reward's being offered

by the sheriff in Barton.

What for?

Oh, nothin' serious,
uh, a stage robbery,

assaultin' an officer,
blowin' up a jail.

Let's ride!

Uh... howdy.

I'm... I'm lookin'
for a Mr. Ben Cartwright.

That's me.

Well, I'm in luck and so are you.

I bring regards
from that wonderful boy of yours.

I hate to take money like this.

It seems so... Almost dishonest,

but the Younger Brothers

have had a run
of such rotten, bad luck.

Look, you promised that Hoss
will be returned safely.

I always say, if you can't
trust the word of Cole Younger,

whose word can you trust?

You always say it,
but do you always mean it?

Your son cut me to the quick.

Look, I promise to get Hoss back here

as soon as I get back with the money,

and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

All right, we trust you.

Well, I'll be on my way, then.

You certainly have a lovely place here.

It's an inspiration.

It makes a man wonder if honesty
ain't the best policy,

but it's so hard
to change late in life.

Well, good-bye.

- Think we ought to follow him?
- No.

No, but I'll tell you
what we can do, though.

We can ride to Barton

and get this mixup straightened
out with the sheriff.

- Come on, we'll saddle up.
- Right.

Hoss Younger.

Hand over those saddlebags.

I don't suppose it'd do
any good to tell you

there's nothin' in these bags
but a bunch of old letters?

It'll take more than that
to fool the James boys.

Now, hand over them bags!

Thanks, old timer. Let's ride, Jesse.

I can't believe it. I can't believe it.

What is this world coming to?

- Sheriff, I, uh...
- Just a minute.

- This is important, Sheriff.
- I'm almost finished.

It has to do with this wanted poster.

You got information about these men?

I sure do, that's my son.

Is that a fact?

That's a fact!

- That's not a fact!
- 'Tis too.

You said so yourself.

No, I... What I said was
that he was my son, but...

If he's your son, and he's a Younger.

Then that makes you a Younger.

It don't take no genius
to figure that out.

Look, I told you my name
is Cartwright, and so is his.

Now, all you have to do
is wire Virginia City...

Well, if he ain't a Younger,

then how come them other kin of yours

come in here and busted him out?

I tried to explain that to you, Sheriff.

They came in here to get
the money... $10,000.

Then how come they didn't take it?

I don't know. They...
they made a mistake.

They made a mistake?

Yes!

The Younger Brothers,
the most notorious gang

of robbers in the Old West,

come in here to steal $10,000

and they just plumb forget to take it.

What do you take me for, Younger?

Would you stop calling me that?
I told you, my name is Cartwright.

Oh, you're just two peas
in a pod, the both of you.

He tried to pull that phony
name business on me, too.

I wanna tell you
something, Younger.

I've been sheriff a long time,
and I know the look.

What look?

The look of a criminal.

That big young'un of yours has got it,

and you have got it too.

Sheriff, this is ridiculous.

I'll tell you what's ridiculous.

You ranting and raving.
That's what's ridiculous,

'cause it ain't gonna do you no good.

The judge will decide when
he rides through here next month

what to do with you.

- Next month?
- Next month.

I'm hungry.

You thinkin', Cole?

Yeah.

Me too.

What are you thinkin' about?

What are you thinkin' about?

I asked you first.

I'm thinkin' I'm worried
about what you're thinkin'.

Well, I've done my best.

Oh, I know you have, Cole.

We ain't blamin' you for nothin'.

It's just that nothin' seems
to be workin' itself out.

I know,

but... I've got it.

I've got... Lonnie?

Yeah?

Bart, what have we done wrong so far?

- Everything.
- I mean...

I mean, what laws have we broke?

We ain't hurt nobody,

and we still got
those letters that we stole.

Yeah, well, what about
the money you took from his pa?

I can't do nothin' about that.
I was robbed.

- What are you gettin' at?
- Just this.

All we wanted when we got out
of jail was a little stake

so's we could settle down, right?

Right.

Well, there's only one thing we can do.

Turn ourselves in.

They'll send us back to prison.

I bet we'd only get one or two years,

and when we got out,
we'd have our stake.

What stake are you talking about?

The reward... the $10,000 reward.

Don't you see?
If we turn ourselves in,

then we just catching ourselves, huh?

- Well, I suppose so.
- Sure it is. Lonnie?

I'd go in for life if they'd
give me somethin' to eat, Cole.

Wake him up.

The Younger Brothers
is headed for town.

They're comin'! Sheriff, they're comin'!

Simmer down. Who's comin'?

The Younger Brothers,
the whole gang of 'em.

So, them kin of yours is
on their way to bust you out.

Well, we'll be ready
for them this time.

I'll deputize every man in this town.

- You can't.
- Why can't I?

There ain't no men left.

Everybody left town when they
heard the Youngers was comin'.

Then it's just you and me.

I deputize you, raise your right hand.

Sheriff, don't be a fool.

Let us out of here.

No.

In years to come, Younger,

this day will be wrote up
in the pages of this magazine,

and the sheriff of Barton
will be remembered

as a man that died with his boots on.

Sheriff, this is Cole Younger!

You hear me, Sheriff?

I hear you, Cole.

We come to give ourselves up.

That's an old trick, Cole.
It won't work.

Trick?

Why would I want to trick you?

So you can bust out
Ben and Joe Younger.

I never heard of no
Ben and Joe Younger.

We come to give ourselves up.

I told you!

Shut up, Younger.

Cole, if you want in here,

you're gonna have to blast
your way in.

Well, I wish you'd change your mind.

That's my final word.

Well...

you heard him, Lonnie.

It's hard to believe

what a man has to do
to get hisself arrested.

Sheriff, for the last time,
you're making a mistake!

Maybe so, Younger,
but it'll be my last one.

Lonnie, can't you do nothing right?

Oh.

It grieves me so much
to think that we're kin.

Sheriff?

I told you we just wanted
to give ourselves up.

Hi, Pa.

I told you I'd get him back,
safe and sound.

All right, let's go.

I still think we're entitled
to that reward money.

You talking about my $10,000?

Well, it don't seem right
if you put it that way.

Hoss, you think you could
manage to get this to Mr. Glover

without any problems this time?

Yes, sir.

I'm much obliged to you, Hoss,

for dropping them three off
at Grant's Prison for me.

My pleasure, Sheriff. Let's go.

I'm sorry about the mixup,
Mr. Cartwright.

Oh, that's all right, Sheriff.

I, uh... I figure
you were doing your best.

Mr. Cartwright, uh,

I'm about to write up the report

on how I captured
the Younger Brothers.

I was just wonderin',
if anybody was to talk to you...

Uh, Sheriff, you can rest assured...

whatever you say
happened is the way it was.

Thank you, Mr. Cartwright.

It's hard to believe.

They sure did have that look.

Whoa!

Throw down the saddlebags, sonny.

I don't reckon you'd believe

there ain't nothin' in them bags
but mail, would you?

No, I wouldn't. Throw them down.

And get them passengers out here.

Well, they ain't got no money,
and besides, they just...

Is that you, Cole?

Daddy.