Wild Boys (2011): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript

Conrad.

Terry, actually.

But you can...
you can call me anything you want.

- No, I'm not...
- You look well pretty in that.

- Why don't you take it off?
- No!

(SCREAMS) Arggh!

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)

This isn't what it looks like.

I was just trying this on.
He attacked me.

He's dead.



I didn't mean to. He was
coming at me. He tripped and fell.

- It was an accident. He surprised me!
- It's all going to be alright.

I'm here now

and I'm going to take care
of everything.

(CRIES)

Morning, Emilia.

That matter at Mary's pub -
taken care of.

As far as I'm concerned,
it never happened.

Thank you.

Of course, there's a cost.

You're going to help me
catch your boyfriend's mates.

- You...you want me to set them up?
- Mm-hm.

No. No, I can't.

Well, it shouldn't be too hard
for you to pull off.



You've been learning all kinds
of new tricks just recently.

No!

- Conrad would never forgive me.
- Oh, he'll forgive you.

Easier than he'll forgive you
whoring yourself at Mary's pub.

Easier than a court would forgive
you for killing a man.

I didn't kill him.
His death was an accident.

You think a magistrate's
gonna believe that

with no proof but your word?

I don't care about me. I can't...
I can't set Conrad up.

Understand,
I only care about Keenan.

You get me him,
and you and your boy can go free.

How can I trust you?

You don't have a choice.

Do you?

(CHATTERING)

Took the whole shipment.
A dozen barrels. Gone.

- Did you recognise any of them?
- Oh, yeah.

It was Jack Keenan. His lot.

Keenan?
You sure?

Sure as I could be
with a gun in my face.

Well, you can't be sure
of anything, can you?

You said these men
were wearing bandannas.

- Mary, I'll handle this.
- Look, you weren't there.

It was definitely Jack Keenan
and his gang.

- Hey! I want grog!
- Yes. We heard you the first time.

Oh, you heard me?
How long we gotta wait, then?

I've been waiting half the day.

What do you reckon's gonna run out
first? These rations or my patience?

Sorry, gentlemen.
That is the last of the rum.

(ALL GROAN)
(YELLS)

(SIGHS)
Hey.

I can talk to one of my contacts.
Source some rum from somewhere else.

Maybe another brewery
up in Queensland.

Thank you for the offer.

I don't have enough
to pay another brewery upfront.

We'll have to rely on the girls to
bring them in until I'm resupplied.

- If I ever do.
- Pour a mug of rum, Bill!

- C'mon, Bill!
- Come on, Bill. Pour it. Now!

There's nothing we can do for you,
guys.

- Nothin', nothin'...
- Jack would never steal from my pub.

Why? Because he's such a pillar
of the community?

It wasn't Jack. There's no way.

Sorry, fellas. We're out.
(MEN GROAN)

Oh, goodness me.

Not that I support
the imbibing of alcohol,

but this rum shortage
is really causing some agitation.

- Yes, yes.
- Children. Come on now. Inside.

Quick sticks!

I'm sorry, Frederick.
You were saying?

I was just thinking that
I needed to tell you something.

- Oh?
- Yes.

But I'm not really the thinking type
and that got me to thinking

and more thinking
and before I knew it,

I thought myself
out of what I was gonna say.

I'm sorry, Frederick.
I really must be getting on.

Children. Quick. Come on!

- Sorry to hold you up.
- Alright. Come on now.

Captain Gunpowder.

Miss Emilia.

What's wrong? You look like
the cat ate your canary.

Nothing's wrong.

I...I need you to deliver
this letter to Conrad.

- It's rather urgent.
- I can do that.

MAN: I'm telling you
it was Jack Keenan!

No-one steals our grog
and gets away with it.

Exactly.

Oi! I want a word with you!

Yeah.

JACK: He actually said
they wanna kill us?

Jack, you stole the town's rum.

I mean, what did you expect -
fruitcake and flowers?

- We didn't do it!
- Listen.

I considered murdering you meself

until I remembered
me old rot gut recipe.

And I saw this
as a prime opportunity.

Am I speaking English? Tell him.

We didn't do it, Cap.

Jack! Come on, Jack.
This is me you're talking to.

- We wouldn't steal Mary's grog.
- Wouldn't we?

No! I mean, this is not really like
cheating on her, Jack.

Dan, it's worse
than cheating on her.

It's like sleeping with
your best mate's missus.

So, what, you're saying
if I slept with Mary -

which I didn't, but if I did -
I haven't, I haven't -

but if I did,
then you'd never forgive me

and I'm your best mate in the world.

There'll be no need to forgive you
with you being dead and all.

More sugar?

Let me get this straight -

you want me to steal
your father's cattle?

So that we can be together.

Well, I want to be together too,
but...

But what?

Well, I know exactly what happens to
cattle thieves if they get caught.

You're right. Forget it. (SIGHS)

Wait. I didn't say I wouldn't do it.

I just won't get caught.

One o'clock tomorrow,

they'll be rested in the yard
for a good three hours.

There's plenty of time for us
to nick in and nick out

with as many as we want.

She's certain
there'll be no security?

And no guards.

Just 2,000 head of unbranded cattle
ripe for the picking.

What do you think, Dan?

Dan? What do you think?

You know, I reckon it sounds like
too much of an honest day's work

rounding up all that cattle.

I reckon this is
a really good batch.

Good.
I reckon this is great.

And I think that you are a genius.

And I don't care who hears me
say that. Right, Jack?

You sure that Emilia doesn't mind us
ripping off her father?

She must really hate her dad
to be doing this for us.

She's not doing it for you.

She's doing it for me so she and I
can have a future together.

- Well, ain't love grand? (LAUGHS)
- I reckon it sounds good, Conrad.

It is!
It sounds too good.

Like there's a catch
we don't know about.

Don't worry about him.
He's always suspicious.

Yeah. Not everything
has to be difficult, Jack.

I get the distinct impression
you've been drinking.

Yeah. Well, it doesn't mean
that we're not right, Jack.

(LAUGHS)
Come on, Jack!

Come on, Jack.
Come on, Jack. (LAUGHS)

- Come on, Jack.
- Let's steal us some cattle.

(ALL CHEER)

BOTH: Less sugar.

- You.
- Yes, sir?

Take these two men
around to the east side of the yard.

- Sir.
- Go.

- You. Come with me.
- Yes, sir.

(GROANS)

My head.
Shh.

Aaah!

(GROANS) The sun's burning
a hole in my brain.

How long we been asleep?

I don't know.

- That clock right?
- Yeah.

Those cattle are only going to be
rested for another two hours.

We've got to move. Wake Conrad.

If that don't wake him,
nothing will.

Alright, we need to leave him
or we'll miss our chance.

Let's go.
Just bloody stop shouting.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Stanton. Get yourself back there.

Just back here.

Kelly, go round the side
of that barn.

No-one fire but on my order!

Look sharp, boys!

Hyah! Get up!

Whoa...whoa, whoa, whoa.

That wagon's got Mary's rum.

- He's going the wrong way.
- The rum wagon.

He looks like
he's running late for something.

(GUNPOWDER LAUGHS)
Let's go.

Yeah, what about the cattle?

Cattle'll keep.

Cattle'll keep. (LAUGHS)
The rum won't.

(GROANS)

Whoa.

Come on.

We can't have lost him.

Didn't have that much
of a lead on us.

(WHISTLES FOR ATTENTION)

Easy.

Must go on for a fair bit
if they can get a wagon inside,

but I can't see.

Hey. Look out.
Look out, look out, look out.

- I'll blow this lock off.
- No, no, no. Daniel, Daniel.

Lock's made of solid iron.

All you're going to do
is cause some sparks

and whoever's inside,
come outside shooting.

You know that's fine by me, Jack,

but, jeez, we could
lose the grog in the explosion.

OK. So what do you suggest?

Well, maybe there's a trick...

(DOG BARKS VICIOUSLY)

(BARKS)

Well, I'll just send him home first.

No. No.
Don't shoot the dog, Daniel.

- Don't shoot the dog.
- I'm not shooting the dog.

I'm shooting whatever demon spawn
this thing is.

You shoot the dog, I'll shoot you.

Alright. OK, OK.

What we're going to do
is we're gonna go get the cattle

and then we're going to come back
and we'll get the rum

and take care of the dog.

Uh-huh?
Sounds like a plan. Daniel?

OK. Just so we're clear.

- You won't let me shoot this dog?
- Mmm.

But it's OK for you to shoot me?

Mmm.

Come on.

(PANTS)

Aah! (GASPS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Conrad!

Emilia!

No! Hold your fire!

Conrad!

Conrad.

(CRIES) Conrad. I'm so sorry.

This wasn't meant to happen.

I'm so sorry.

Stand aside.

Stand aside or you'll have
my father to answer to.

Bullet's passed right through.

- He's a lucky boy.
- How?

He's lucky because I don't
have to dig a bullet out.

Bleeding's bad, though.
He's already lost a bucket.

I haven't got enough bandages
to deal with this wound.

I've got to go and get some more.

If I don't stop this bleeding,
he's going to...

Use this.

Doc. Get in here.

What are you doing?

- Is he gonna live?
- Well, he's got shot pretty bad.

- Can't be certain if the bullet...
- Who shot him?

It seems he drew on
some of Fuller's men.

- What? No, no, no, no.
- I don't know what happened.

What I do know is he needs
what I've got in my cabinets,

and the longer you hold me up...

Go, go.

Oh, and you can drop
the high and mighty bit.

Stealing the town's rum.
You ought to be ashamed.

- It wasn't me.
- I'm too old for fairytales.

Look here.
I can't do you any more favours.

I'm sorry, Mr Perkin.

I'm just not in a cash position
to pay you upfront this week.

I'm sorry, Mary.
Business is business.

What a wonderful week
this is turning out to be.

Week's not over yet, Mary.

I've found some more rum
and enough barrels

so buying meat won't be a hardship.

I can't pay you for them now.

That's why I wanted to discuss
something else with you.

What, Bill?

Well, we've worked a long time
together, you and I,

and I think we make a pretty
good team, all things considered.

We do.

The thing is, I can get you the rum,

but I don't want payment.

I want in.

- In?
- I want a share of the pub.

No cash payment.

Just a stake.

For the future.

Just excuse me.

What do you mean you found it?

It's a long story,
but the short of it is

it's there and it's guarded
by bars and beast.

What I can't tell you yet
is who stole it.

Well, most around here have fingers
pointing in your direction.

Yeah.

You don't think I took it, do you?

No, no. Of course not.

But the thought crossed your mind?

Well, there was...
there was a witness

and I didn't know what to think.

That the witness was lying
through their teeth, for a start.

I will tell Scanlon
that it definitely wasn't you.

I don't need you to do me any
favours with Mick Scanlon, Mary.

That's some thanks.

You'll be OK.

You'll sleep and get better
and I will get you out of here.

Somehow, I will get you out.

And then we can be together.

Because that's all that matters.

I'm so sorry.

FULLER: How sweet.

You told me he'd be safe!

And he would have been if he hadn't
drawn his gun, unprovoked.

If I were you I would just be
grateful he's still breathing.

Laboured though it is.

You be smart, girl.

Don't let your emotions
wreck the deal we made.

- What do you mean?
- Nothing's changed.

You give me Keenan and your
cattle thief can still go free.

Don't, and he will surely die.

But the choice is yours.

(SPLUTTERS, GASPS)

You were never meant to get hurt.

I only did it to protect you.

I'm so sorry.

She did it for you, you know.

Just like she took that job
whoring herself at Mary's for you.

Oh. You didn't know that.

Where are your friends?

(YELLS)
Where's Keenan?

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Your stupid mates will try to
break you out of here.

Of that I'm certain.

Makes no difference to me
if the bait's alive or dead.

GUNPOWDER: Yeah, well,
we've got to get him out of there.

No, just hang on a minute. Oi!

- Hey, he's one of ours, isn't he?
- I'm saying that.

Look, listen to me.

We waltz into that jail,
Jack and I are going to swing.

No doubt about it.

So we just leave him there to rot?

Well, I'm a little bit
disappointed in you, Daniel.

Hey. We don't let him rot.

The mayor's daughter is going
to get him off, Cap.

Jack! Get down here
and set him straight!

- I agree with Dan.
- Yeah. You do?

Breaking him out's a bad idea, Cap.

Fuller'll be expecting us.

He knew we were coming
for the cattle, didn't he?

- Someone has set us up.
- Yeah.

- And who told us about the cattle?
- Emilia.

Ain't love grand?

Whatever you've done,
he'll forgive you.

I mean, how hard could it be?
I set him up to be shot.

Oh.

Yeah. Maybe not.

Excuse me!

Hey! Get back here!

Hey!

Hey. You're meant to be dead!

Yeah, well, I soon will be.

Look, don't tell Fuller
you saw me here, miss.

Jesus, I only came back
to get my horse.

Whoa. Steady, son. Steady.

But he said I'd killed you.

Let's keep it between you and me.

Get up. Get up!

This looks like the place.

Didn't Jack say the gate was locked?

He did.

Wait here.

(DOG BARKS, SNARLS)

Mick!

(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)

It's empty!

Nothing there, if there ever was.

Remind me who told you
it was going to be here.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

Yeah. Jack took it.

He wouldn't.

Driver identified him, Mary.

Why would he tell me
it was there, then?

To cover his tracks.

Whether it was Jack or not,
it's moved.

The question is - where to?

Well, it makes no difference now.
I've run out of options.

I'm going to have to accept
Bill's offer.

(WOMEN CHATTER)

OK.

I don't know how much of a future
it buys you,

but you've been a good friend

and your grog will really
get me out of this mess.

So, how's 10% sound?

Good.

But not as good as I was hoping for,
to tell the truth.

Well, what were you hoping for?

20%?

More like 50%.

Wha...?! That's a lot
for one load of rum.

Because we've been friends for
so long, I don't like asking for it.

I really don't.

Then take 20%, knowing
it's a figure I can live with.

20%'s not a figure I can live with.

Look at it this way -

50% may seem like a lot right now,

but it's not going to seem like much

the day you have to
close your doors.

I reckon on that day,

50-50 is going to sound like
the opportunity of a lifetime.

Mary.

I need to speak to you.

Privately.

One second.

(SIGHS, MUTTERS)

Pleasure doing business with you,
partner.

What is it, Emilia?

He forced me to set them up.

- What are you talking about?
- Fuller!

We can't kidnap her!

He'll do whatever he's told
after that, I'm telling you.

Shhh!
(RUSTLING)

Mary, what are you doing here?

Any news of Conrad?

No more than you already know.

What about the rum?

Wasn't there.

Well, it was there when we left it.

I'm not here about that.

That's great, Jack.
Who's next? The mayor?

EMILIA: I made a terrible mistake.

I'm sorry.

I know it doesn't mean much,
if anything,

but I hope you understand.

She did it for love.

GUNPOWDER: OK.

So, we shoot her?

- No!
- No, no.

She led us like lambs
to the slaughter, Dan.

She knew what she was doing.

I don't agree with what she did
either but she did it for Conrad.

- I agree with Captain.
- Jack!

He does. You do?

Please, no...

Well, no. Hang on a second.
What are you saying?

Alright. Wait, wait, wait.
What if we don't shoot her?

What if we let Fuller think that
that option was the top of our list?

So we trust her now, Jack?

Listen to her!
What option did she have?

I could write a list, Jack!

Jack, Jack. Come here.

Conrad is in jail because of her.

Right? What would've happened
if we had gone after him?

We'd be in jail right now.

We'd be lying in a field -
we'd be dying or we'd be dead.

We can't trust her

as much as we could trust Fuller
coming in here waving a white flag.

- No!
- Dan, wait. Dan! Dan!

What's it going to be, Jack?

(WHIMPERS)

Emilia, my gut instinct says you're
fronting up and telling the truth.

- Are you?
- Yes.

- Are you?!
- Yes!

Because if you were lying to us

and you were going to hang us out to
dry again, I will shoot you myself.

Is that clear?

Yes.

We go from here and we find
the driver of that rum wagon

and we find out where it's hiding.

Yeah. What about Conrad?

This is about Conrad.

MAN: Whoa!

Bail up!
Put your hands were I can see them!

Don't have any rum,
if that's what you're after.

- We're not blind, mate.
- Where are the barrels?

Shoot if you have to.

I'm not saying a word.

Believe me, fellas.

The people I owe
know what those things are.

Alright.

How about a drink, then?

Alright. Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)

(SLURS) Of course,
my ma didn't want a boy.

She dressed me in frills
and lace till I was seven.

All the kids thought I was
the ugliest little girl in town!

(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. A lot of shame there.

If I were to be honest...

(WHISPERS) ..I didn't mind
the feeling.

Lace is soft on the skin.

It's like an angel
breathing on your bare behind.

It's good.
(CHUCKLES)

- How did he get so drunk so quick?
- I don't know.

I was just trying to
loosen his tongue a little.

I wasn't asking for
church confessions.

Maybe it's got something
to do with Gunpowder's rum.

- It's been fermenting a while.
- Yeah.

Let's find out.

Oi!

You know, as it happens,

I'm no stranger to the pleasure of
lace on a man's bare behind myself.

Why don't you tell us
where you got the rum in?

The rum? No, we stole this rum.

'We'?

Who's 'we'?

Oh! I can't believe he swindled me!

And I made him my partner.
50-50, Jack!

He knew I'd tipped you off,

so he moved the rum barrels
before you got there.

Oh! Give me a gun.

- (CHUCKLES) Mary...
- Mary, you're not going to shoot him?

For starters! Come on.

Let's get your rum back first.
Then you can shoot him.

I know I'm the last person
you want to see right now.

But I've brought you
something to eat.

Stew.

(GROANS SOFTLY)
At least yell at me!

Come on - tell me to get out.
Something!

I'm not hungry.

Look, if you won't do it for me,
do it for your friends.

They really want you to eat.

And get better.

Well, I'm just going to
leave it here, then.

In case your hunger returns
upon my leaving.

(GASPS)

Why?

CATHERINE: Alright, children.

And that will be
your homework for today.

Um, class dismissed.

Ah!

- Miss Catherine.
- Oh! Frederick! Hello.

There's something
I want to tell you.

Alright.

- The truth is...
- Yes?

..I find you very attractive.

Oh. (CHUCKLES) Thank you.

I want to see you naked...

- Oh!
- Don't worry.

I'll be naked too.

Was I lying?

(CHUCKLES) No. It's amazing.

It's so secluded.

I had no idea it was here.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

You know, Frederick...

..uh, as much as
I enjoy your company, I...

(CLEARS THROAT) ..I don't know
the first thing about you.

I've got...I've got two brothers,
three sisters.

They're all still alive,
I think, too.

You were a convict?

How old?

I must have been about eight.

Yeah.

Ma died giving birth to me.

Da, he was long since vanished.

If we didn't steal, we didn't eat.

They caught me.

Sent me here.

Yeah.

I tried writing to the others,
but, um...

Yeah. Yeah, nothing so far.

You've never told me
about any of this before.

Yeah, well, I reckon it's best
to live in the present.

Don't you, Miss Catherine?

Speaking of which,
I wanted to say to you that, um,

I don't have very much, but
if something was to happen to me,

I wanted to leave it all to you...

- What's going to happen?
- Oh, nothing, nothing.

Just wanted to say.

EMILIA: Superintendent Fuller,
have you got a moment?

I need to see you.

You're seeing me now.

Out with it.

I know where Jack's going to be.

Where?

First, give me your word

that Conrad
will get proper medical attention

- and you won't harm him.

(LAUGHS) No.
No?

No.

You tell me what you know
or he'll be dead before nightfall.

Well?

I know that Jack's going to
get Mary's rum back for her.

Ah.

And I know where the rum is.

Do you trust her?

She knows her boyfriend's dead
if she lies to me.

- I don't know, sir.
- What don't you know, Mick?

You told me yourself
about that rum store.

Which was empty.

All the more reason to believe

the rum was moved
and Keenan knows where.

No-one comes in or out of that cell,
or you answer to me.

- Understood?
- Yes, sir.

Come on! Let's go.

Move!

No-one shoots
until I give the order.

And when I give it,

shoot to kill.

You reckon that rum
will still be there?

Better be - otherwise this plan will
be up that very well-known creek.

Yeah.

Hey, speaking of creeks, where's
that one of yours, Captain Romance?

Those are hot springs.

I'll never tell.

I mean, if it's got such mystical
qualities, that even you can get...

Hey! Forget it!

Spoilin' the place
with your depraved mind, hey?

That's a place of purity - something
you two know nothing about.

Let's do it.

Get up. Come on.

Conrad!

Did you eat?

I know you're upset,
but you need your strength.

Conrad.

There's something wrong with him.
You have to go get the doctor.

Can't do it.

Do you have any idea
who my father is?

I do. No-one gets in the cell.

Fuller's orders.

We'll see about that.

Wagon.

MAN: Yah! Yah!

Alright. It's me
and the sergeant first.

The rest of you stay put
until I give the signal.

I don't want anyone shot
until I say so. Come on.

Where do you think you're going?

You telling me Superintendent Fuller
specifically told you

to deny a prisoner
medical treatment?

Move!

(DOOR BANGS)

Jack Keenan.

The jail.

Either give me your shooter, or pain
will be the least of your worries.

Get inside. Hands and knees. Go!
Up against the wall.

Go. Get in there.

In with your mate.

- Got any of those smelling salts?
- I do.

Work your magic.
We need this boy on his feet.

- Shouldn't move him. It's dangerous.
- So's getting hanged.

(GROANS)
OK, here we go.

- That's it.
- Come on.

I feel drugged.

Just go with it, mate.

Uh-uh. Back in the corner.

(MEN CHATTER)

- It was going so well.
- That's them.

That's the rum thieves.

Get back into the cell.

(CHUCKLES)
What are you waiting for?

Get out of here!

We didn't steal the rum.

Go, go. Come on, get him up.
Come on, get him up.

Traps!

(BULLETS RICOCHET)

Go, go, go!

(LAUGHS)

Whoo-hoo!
Let's get this farrier home!

At last - finally got some rum
that we can drink.

- I am a genius.
- Still can't believe you drugged me.

Well, it was better that than
letting you in on the plan

that you could spoiled
with your big mouth.

What if I didn't eat the stew?

Come on,
we knew you'd feel guilty eventually

and end up eating your girl's food.

Yeah,
you being such a sap for Emilia.

Don't even mention her name.

Oh...that's a bit harsh, isn't it?

Given everything she did for you
at her own personal risk?

Certainly put Fuller into
a wild goose chase, didn't she?

She got us past those two guards,

and got the doctor past 'em too,
Conrad.

That took guts.

She put your lives at risk,
is what she did.

Yeah. No, no. For you.

- We never doubted her.
- Nah - eh, Jack?

No, not once.

Any man who's got a woman like that
would be an idiot not to see

that he has got a woman like that.

Right?

Ain't love grand, eh?

- Ain't love grand?
- Ain't love grand?

CONRAD: I just need you
to tell me why.

Because...I'm a stupid,
gullible, silly girl.

And I would do anything,
even the unthinkable,

to keep your heart beating.

You ask why?

It's because I love you.

Just...do me a favour.

Anything.

Don't ever try to save me again.

So what will you do with him?

Take him to the magistrate,

who will no doubt throw away
the key for keeping the town dry.

Well, good riddance.

Being as he's a prisoner now,
that contract you have with him...

- It's no good?
- Ready for burning, I reckon.

Thought you would've
been celebrating,

especially as you found out
Jack wasn't stealing the rum.

I came so close
to losing everything, Mick.

Thank you for helping me.

Just doing my job.

No, I mean it.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Did you really think
you'd get away with it?

What do you mean?

Helping a prisoner
escape from my jail.

I did nothing of the sort.

Just like I didn't kill
that man at Mary's pub.

Try convincing a court of that
after I testify that you did.

Considering that man is
walking around the streets,

already witnessed
by independent parties,

I doubt your testimony
will mean much.

Let go of my arm.

Hello.

Hello yourself.

How's the water?

It's not an invitation
to skinny-dip.

Are you heading into Hopetoun,
are you?

Well, that just depends.
Are you offering me a manly escort?

(LAUGHS)

OK, that's just about as much
chitchat as I can muster.

Hand over your valuables.
Gold, coins, whatever you got.

(LAUGHS)

Forgive me for saying this,

but you don't strike me
as the bushranging type.

Well, looks can be deceiving,
fellas.

This is a joke, right?

Toss your shooters.
Give me the money bags.

Nice and slow.

Well, Dan, I guess we better do
what the pretty bushranger says.

Money.

OK?

(SOFTLY) Jack...

Thanks, handsome.

Any time.

Now take your pants off.

(LAUGHS)

Really?

If you think
I'm gonna take off my...

(HORSE NEIGHS)