04x13 - Naked Steel

[bunniefuu]

[ cows mooing ]

Hello.

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ g*n c*ck ]

Billy, move away from Sherman,
unless you want to die with him.

I said move!

All right,
Mr. Patton,

it's only
the two of us now.

What's this all about?

I trusted you, Sherman.

Took your word.

You sold me out.

I don't know where you
picked up that idea.

We've got every head
of your cattle into Riverton.

Got top prices
for them, too.

Where is my money?

Marty's got it.

I asked Sherman!

Your boy's got it.

And where might he be?

Or don't you know,
Mr. Boss Trail Herder?

You promised
to look out for him.

You gave me your word.

And I did my best
to keep it,

but when Marty wanted to
stay in Riverton a few days,

well, I couldn't think of
any way to talk him out of it.

Well, you should have...
'cause he's dead.

This telegram
just came from Riverton

a few hours ago.

I don't know
what to say.

You don't have to
say anything.

Just walk out
on that street.

I'll settle it with you
out there.

You can't blame Slim
for what happened to Marty.

None of us could get him
out of there.

He was chasing after
some saloon--

You shut up!

[ groans ]

I'm sorry, Mr. Patton,

but you didn't leave me
much choice.

I'm all right.

You might not
believe this,

but I did do my best
to get your son

to leave Riverton
when we did.

But he just plain
wouldn't listen.

I-- Well, I didn't figure
he'd get himself k*lled.

Maybe you thought
you did your best.

But with my son dead,

it's just hard to believe

you couldn't have
done something.

Slim, wouldn't you feel better
if you talked it out?

The only thing that would
make me feel better, Daisy,

is if it hadn't
happened at all.

But blaming yourself
for Marty Patton's death,

that's wrong.

You did your best
to stop him.

That's just it, I didn't.

There must've been something
I could have done.

Like what?

Turn him over your knee?

Marty Patton
was over 21.

That's old enough for anybody
to take care of them self.

The thing I can't figure out is
why his old man trusted him

on a cattle drive
in the first place.

Because Clara Patton
is seriously ill,

and Mr. Patton
couldn't leave her alone.

Now please,
don't mention that to anyone,

- Clara wants it kept quiet.
- Patton pride, huh?

Oh, they've had their share of
troubles like the rest of us,

maybe more.

The Pattons will
probably lose the ranch

now that the cattle money
is gone.

It was their ranch.

I thought old man Patton owned
half the land in this territory.

Well, I suppose almost
everyone thought so,

but Clara Patton told me,
while you were away,

it's been one thing
after another.

Mr. Patton lost everything

except the ranch
over a year ago.

But his pride wouldn't let him
admit it even to his own son.

That's why he couldn't wait
for the fall drive.

He was strapped for cash.

Slim, was there anything
in that telegram

about who k*lled
Marty Patton?

No, there wasn't, Jess.

Nothing about
the $3,000 either.

I wonder why the marshal
didn't mention it.

I'm wondering
about that myself.

Welcome, friend.

Room and board,
dollar a day.

No credit,
no late meals.

Jenks is my name.
Rutherford Jenks.

Oh, Mr. Sherman.

Howdy, Mr. Jenks.

I expected someone
from your outfit to be along.

Well, I'm afraid you had
a long trip for nothing.

Lee Christy k*lled that
young Patton in a fair fight.

Lee Christy?

Can you imagine those
two rich young hellions

squaring off over a baggage
like Nora Kelsey?

Of course, she was just
another saloon girl for Lee,

but he never could tolerate
anybody stealing his thunder.

Big spender, I mean.

Your boy spent it,
he really spent it, Mr. Sherman.

Would you say
a fair fight?

Well, if you discount the fact
that your boy

never got his g*n
unholstered.

Oh, Lee's fast.

I've never seen anybody
faster or prouder of it.

Then you saw it?

Oh, no, no, I did not.

Two miners seen it,
they'll swear to what happened.

They better since they both
work for Christy's brother.

Come here.

Mathew Christy
Mining Enterprises.

That spells influence
in this here town.

Could get a man a funeral,

if he ain't careful
who he runs up against.

Are you saying that
Mathew Christy

has the marshal
in his pocket?

Oh, no, not me.

I've got troubles
enough of my own.

Where do I find
Lee Christy?

Oh, I thought
I told you.

Down the street,
two doors, at the saloon.

See that
my horse is stabled.

Sure.

Lee Christy?

My name is Sherman.

I want to talk to you
about Marty Patton.

Who?

I understand
you k*lled him.

It was a fair fight.

Like the lady said.

He was carrying
$3,000 on him.

Have any idea
what happened to it?

What if I told you
I took it for the lady?

Lee...

Well, Nora, don't deny it.

What would you do?

Have me arrested?

Or maybe you'd like to
call me out?

Mister, he-- he doesn't mean
what he's saying.

Saloon talk is cheap.

NORA: Stop it. You better
get out of here, mister!

Right now!

We were only getting
acquainted, marshal.

I know what you're
hoping for,

and I know
what you're doing here.

But I'm warning
both of you.

If there's any g*n play,
so help me,

I'll run down the survivor
and see to it

that he gets hung
for m*rder.

You understand that,
Christy?

I'll give you all the details
you want to know in my office.

I couldn't let you get k*lled
your first day in town.

Nora, I want to
talk to you.

All right.

You said you wanted to
talk to me,

well, make it quick.

No, it's gonna be slow
and you're gonna listen.

Why don't you smarten up
and stay away

from that g*n-crazy kid?

Matt Christy knows
what you're up to

and he doesn't like it.

Well, then why doesn't
he tell me himself?

Because he knows
I'm looking out
for you like always.

Only don't
push your luck.

My luck?
Oh, that's funny.

I haven't had any luck
since you've pulled me in

out of the rain
two years ago.

And you still think
you can trade in on it?

I'm telling
you, Nora--

Well, you stop telling me!

What was between us is over
and it's done with.

And besides, Matt doesn't care
what his little brother does

as long as he's amused.

And I've been
keeping him amused.

You don't have to tell me,
I've seen it.

Throwing yourself at him
like a cheap--

Don't you call me
names!

You get out.

Get out!

Now you're either
plain stupid
or tired of living.

You want to find about Patton,
you come to me, you understand?

If you're not satisfied
with my answers,

you go over my head
to the territorial marshal.

I told him it was
a fair fight, marshal.

Gave it to him
right from beginning to end.

Jenks, don't you have
a business to mind?

Well, I was just
trying to help.

Well, help yourself
out the door.

Come on.

Now if there isn't
anything else,

I've got work to do.

What happened to the $3,000
young Patton was carrying?

What he didn't throw away
at the saloons,

- he lost at the card palace.
- To anyone special?

An out-of-work bank robber
turned card sharp.

Who just happened to
have left town, I suppose.

That's right.

His name was McKeever.

He's been working the territory
for the last three months

with a shill
by the name of Heron.

And for your information
and for the record,

your cowpuncher friend
was warned

not to sit in
with McKeever.

Oh, he was warned.
Well, that's a big help.

There are always trail
herders in town just
begging to be fleeced.

And you just sat back
and let it happen.

Mister, I cannot bird dog
every poker game

in every hotel room
in town.

As long as men gamble,

there are gonna be
card sharps and suckers.

Now if you want to make out
a formal complaint

to have McKeever
and Heron picked up,

I'll do that
the minute they show.

But without witnesses
you don't stand a prayer

making the complaint stick,

much less getting
any of the money back.

Well, that's just
what I figured.

Messed you down, did he?

Marshal's a mighty rough man,
but honest.

Yes, sir,
honest as they come.

I thought you said
Mathew Christy owned him.

Oh, no, no, I did not.

Of course everybody
knows that Mathew

and the marshal
are close friends.

Anything wrong
with the lawman

having a few
influential friends?

Stop that, Davy.

What is it?

The message is for you,
from Nora at the saloon.

You're to
get out of town.

Lee Christy is on his way here
gunning for you.

I hate to disappoint him.

I never was much
good at running.

You ain't gonna be
good at anything

if you don't
get out of here quick.

You don't need that,
Sherman.

You're leaving town
out the back way.

How did you find out,
marshal?

The same messenger
who told you.
Let's go.

Just who are you
trying to protect?

Me or your friend's
murdering little brother?

You move.

[ bell ringing ]

Lock the door after them,

and then bring me
a glass of water.

Livery stable's
over there,

your horse is saddled
and waiting.

Well, you thought of everything,
haven't you?

You keep on talking,
you're gonna make me sorry

for having saved your life.
Let's go.

First one
that draws gets it.

I mean it, Christy.

[ g*nshots ]

Slim, you all right?

Yeah, just a notch.

Lee, why did you
make me do it?

All of you are gonna
stand around here looking?

Why don't one of you
get a doctor?

What's the matter?
Couldn't you find
the livery stable?

Now you wouldn't chase
a wounded man

out of town, would you,
marshal?

For you I'd make an exception,
you've caused enough trouble.

Maybe,
but I'm staying.

Who for?
McKeever?

Yeah.

Jenks tells me he carries
a big roll around with him.

If he comes back to town,
I might be able to persuade him

he owes the Patton family
the better part of that $3,000.

It never ends.

Besides, you might be
needing some help.

Lee Christy
may not make it.

Well, for his sake,
I hope he does.

And what about you?

Talk is that Matt Christy
and a bunch of his miners

are gonna pay you a visit.

So I've heard.

Sun's not up.

Oughta be pretty soon
though.

You know, Slim,

I was born and raised
in a soddy house
in the middle of the plains.

In the daytime, the heat
get something fierce,

seemed like it took
forever for the sun

to get from one end of the sky
to the other.

So I learned a long time ago,
you got to sit and wait.

Waiting's a lot easier
when you don't have to
do it by yourself.

What do you think
you're doing?

- I'm backing you.
- You take that off.

If you ever get to
know me, Tate,

you know
I like to pay my debts.

You don't owe me
anything.

My job is to keep
troublemakers like you

and Lee Christy
from breaking the peace.

You saved my skin
out there in the alley.

I count that a debt.

You've got a stubborn
streak in you.

Yeah.

Almost matches yours.

[ horses approaching ]

Looks like you've been
expecting me.

I've been expecting you
to show up here alone

like a man would, not with half
a mob at your back.

My friends have an interest
in this, too.

If Lee lives,
he'll be paralyzed.

I left the doctor
less than an hour ago,

he said there's a chance
that Lee's gonna be all right.

A chance, just a chance,

and that saves your conscience,
doesn't it?

Look at him, here's the man
we pay to keep the peace

and he can't even
handle a liquored-up kid

without blasting him
with a shotgun.

I'm sorry, Matt.

I take no satisfaction
in what I had to do.

He was warned a lot more than
most would have been.

I'm taking your badge,
Tate.

And you'll be tried
and sentenced according to law.

Lynch law?

My law.

Don't try it.

You put this badge on me
in the first place,

and I'm not running scared
at the wearing of it now.

You can say that to me after
what you've done to Lee?

If you want to bring
any charges against me,
you go to the US marshal.

I can't let you
get away with it, Tate.

Matt, what do you think
you're doing?

Can't you see that mob rule
will take over the minute

you set your grief
above the law?

Maybe that doesn't matter
anymore.

It matters to me,
if not to you.

Everything you've built,

everything you've planned
for this town, your town,
will crumble into nothing

the minute you lay a hand
on this badge.

He's right,
Mr. Christy.

And in case
you hadn't noticed,

here's another badge
you're gonna have to tear off.

I just might
arrange that.

One of your men seems to have
the same idea, Mr. Christy.

I hope
you'll listen to reason.

Put it up, Slim.

Matt, you go on home,
you sleep on it.

If you feel the same way
tomorrow,

I'll surrender myself
for trial

to any legal court
in the territory,

you have my solemn word
on that.

Tate.

I got something
for you.

Will you excuse us,
Sherman?

Do you have to make a scene
right out here

in the middle of the street?

- Take your hands off of me,
you k*ller.
- I didn't k*ll Lee Christy.

You crippled him, you might
as well have k*lled him.

I talked to the doctor.
He said there's a chance
he'll be all right.

Do you believe that?

You knew exactly
what you were doing
when you pulled that trigger.

I warned him.
What else could I do?

You cut him down deliberately
just so I wouldn't marry him.

Nora, so help me,
I didn't, I didn't.

It's the only way you could
compete with a real man.

Well, now you look,
you take one long last look,

because tomorrow
I'm taking the stage

out of this
miserable town.

You know, Slim, it beats all
how women are sometimes.

Yeah.

She's got a temper,
that gal.

Makes the rest
look like kittens.

She'll be over this
by morning though.

She doesn't really like
Lee Christy.

She only used him to make me
jealous, that's all.

You know
how women are.

Hold it, McKeever.

Our friend, the marshal
is making his rounds.

Don't want him to know
you're back in business, do you?

[ footsteps ]

Well, Slim,
this is it.

You might as well
go on home, I'll finish up.

I don't mind
keeping you company.

No, go ahead.

I'm used to this
night prowlin'.

You sure?

I am. Go on.

All right.
Good night.

Good night.

[ knocking on door ]

You get out of here.

I'm not letting you go,
Nora.

I'm not losing you over
what couldn't be helped.

Well, you can't lose
what you never had.

- Now you get out!
- [ knocking on door ]

I've been looking
all over for you, marshal.

Uh, good evening,
ma'am.

What do you want?

McKeever's in town.

Are you sure?

At the hotel,
right next door to my place.

Him and Heron, they checked in
about an hour ago.

Yes, sir, I--
I seen him.

Dirty and dusty
and looking for trouble,

if you ask me.

Did you tell Sherman
you saw McKeever?

Oh, no.

Say, Sherman wouldn't be
waiting for McKeever,

would he, marshal?

Whether he is or he isn't
doesn't matter much now.

You're gonna
keep your mouth shut.

- But--
- No buts about it,
you're coming with me.

I'll be back.

I got it now.

Sherman's waiting for
McKeever

because McKeever fleeced that
young Patton in a card game.

Uh-huh, now that you got it,
you're gonna lose it.

Now you're going downstairs
to the bar,

and if you open your mouth
for anything except a drink,

- you're gonna be in trouble.
- Yes, but I don't drink.

Well, you do now.

All right,
here's your cut.

Now ride out of town.

Take the east fork at the bridge
and keep going.

Where to?
Where'll I wait for you.

You won't.

You see, this is the end
of our association, my friend.

Al.

Now don't make jokes,
not at a time like this.

You know how-- how upset I am,
I'm so shaky.

I-- I haven't had--

Well, I'm not complaining,
mind you.

Got to have a clear head
when you go against a bank.

Mr. Heron, I suggest
you'd better get started.

You mean you're serious?

Al, what's gonna become of me?

Go to work on your own.

It's been over 2 years
since I turned off a bank.

Now you go find one
for yourself for a change.

I can't work alone,
you know that.

You can't do this to me.

We've been together
too long.

Yes, far too long,
my friend.

If you're blaming me for
losing our bankroll in
that last town--

I'm blaming you for not staying
sober enough to do your job.

Now get out!

- What about you?
- I'm staying.

But the whole town will know
tomorrow morning,
there'll be a posse out.

I have no doubt.

I expect to be the first
to volunteer, Mr. Heron.

In fact I might even
insist on joining it.

You-- You know
which way I'll be going.

If you was to lead them to me,
if I was to be gunned down--

I'd be entirely in the clear,
that's right.

You--
You planned it this way!

Well, let's just say
I'm afraid

you'll have to
take your chances.

Oh, no, I won't.

Not with you.
I'd rather end it here.

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ people clamoring ]

[ knocking on door ]

Everybody, go back
to their rooms.

This is Marshal Tate.

Everything's
under control.

It's about time
he got back.

Certainly is.

We'll organize a posse,
but I can't hold out much hope.

Well, we just won't
accept that, marshal.

Everything I had
was in that bank.

You've got to
do something.

You're quick enough
with your shotgun
during the daytime.

Maybe it's too much to expect
a little protection after dark.

Like I said, ma'am,
I'm sorry.

Sherman and I
followed all the trails

leading out of town till there
wasn't anything left to follow.

Seems like the marshal's
always sorry about
something these days.

Only this time it's my bank
that has to take the loss.

I'll take that.

What are you doing?

I'm taking that stage.

I did something for you
last night, Nora.

I don't want to
hear about it.

- I stole for you.
- I'm leaving.

- $10,000, Nora.
- Let go of me.

$10,000.

The bank money?

That's right.

Now we can go
anywhere we want to.

We can get married,
open up a little business,

and go to a town with sidewalks
and paved streets.

- And get caught.
- No chance.

McKeever is the only one
who knows that money
was left behind.

He's running
for his life now.

Oh, Tate, did you
do that for me?

Uh-huh.

You know, I'd love a house
in San Francisco,

overlooking the bay.

Well, I was about to send
a wanted poster out on you.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Just a bad attempt
at humor.

While you've been gone
most of the day,

a lot of people have been
asking for you.

Probably complaining

because I didn't prevent
that robbery last night.

Yep.

Let them take their complaints
to the banker.

I warned him
about that skylight,

I told him it wasn't safe
and he knows it.

Now take it easy, Tate.

I'm on your side,
remember?

Yeah, sure, Slim.
I'm sorry, I --

Oh, forget it.

You know, Slim, maybe
they're right complaining.

I mean, at my age,
still wearing a badge,

doing one or two things
with it,

either hiding behind it

or using it to satisfy
an appetite for power.

I guess I've been
hiding behind it all right.

Afraid I'd fail if I ever
tried anything else.

It's pretty hard
to believe that about you.

Oh, but it's true.

You know,
this tin star has been

getting smaller
and smaller every year.

And after what happened
last night...

I made a decision,
I'm quitting.

It sounds pretty final.

It is.

I'm only sorry I didn't make up
my mind a long time ago.

I've got a good job opportunity
staring me right in the face.

That's right.

I've been offered a job
in San Francisco, I'm taking it.

Now that Nora and I
are gonna get married,

we're pulling out
tomorrow.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

She gave me
quite a chase.

Say, what's gonna
happen here?

Well, the city council
will appoint somebody

in a couple of days,
maybe a week.

Yeah, but up to that time?

Oh, well,
that depends on you,

and how bad
you want McKeever.

Now you know
I want him,

but there's no sense
in sticking around here.

He's probably halfway
out of the territory.

Sure, that's what
everybody thinks.

But a man who hasn't robbed
a bank in a long time

is gonna play it safe
and not waste his time
running around in the open.

Then you think
he's holed up close by?

Well, we covered all the trails
leading out of town, didn't we?

You know, Slim,
he's the only blot on my record

for the last 20 years.

And I'd count it as
a real personal favor to me

if you'd get him
before you leave.

There's nothing
I'd like better.

Good. And you'll be able to get
him in less than a week.

Where am I supposed
to start looking?

I got a map
drawn up here.

You start north,
work your way south,

cover all the line shacks.

Why do we have to wait?
Why can't we leave tonight?

Because if we did,
people will get to wondering

why we're running.

You better give me
the tickets.

You might lose them.

There's nothing wrong,
is there?

I mean, Sherman doesn't
suspect anything, does he?

I don't think so.
Not yet anyway.

For a man who's gonna
lose the dust of this town

and be richer than
you've ever been before,

well, you're sure
not enjoying it much.

I don't know, Nora.

I've just got
sort of a bad feeling
about this whole thing.

Oh, I got a sure cure
for that.

Wait.

I'll finish packing first,
I'll meet you later.

Mercy.

Nobody seen or heard a thing,
Mr. Sherman.

Mrs. Adams, down the hall,
she's deaf.

And all my other boarders
was either out someplace

or downstairs having supper.

Yeah, well,
whoever it is,

they picked the right time
to get the job done.

You wasn't keeping any valuables
here in this room, was you?

'Cause there must be
a reason for this.

Well, I didn't think
I kept anything

that anybody would
want to steal.

What's that?

It's a gold watch fob,
souvenir from Kansas City.

Well, that's worth
something.

They must have
overlooked it.

My guess is the person
who did this

didn't overlook anything.

That's what makes it
hard to understand.

Sure does.

I don't even know
what you mean.

There's enough gold in here
to bring an easy $20 anytime.

And yet they didn't even
bother with it.

Was there anything worth
more than that here?

Nope.

They must've had
different ideas.

Well, you'd better see
Marshal Tate about this.

He'll know what to do.

Somebody sure has got to pay
for these here damages.

Here.

That oughta cover most of it,

and I'll tell you
what Marshal Tate says.

Hello.

Howdy.

- I'm looking for
Marshal Tate.
- He's not here.

Well, how about Nora, that girl
he's gonna marry, is she around?

No.

She and the marshal went
for a drive about an hour ago.

Did they say
when they'd be back?

Not that I remember.

Well, would you try?

They were just going out
to his place, is all.

Thanks.

Say...

what's your name?

Sherman.

Nice to have met you.

Same here.

Tate!

Tate.

It's me, Sherman.

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ horse neighing ]

[ metal shattering ]

[ groans ]

The truth, McKeever,
what were you looking for?

It hurts when I talk.

I think you must have
caved in a couple of my ribs.

You're lucky I didn't have
a b*llet for you.

I got nothing to say.

You've got plenty to say.

You took my room apart,
now Tate's place.

What were you looking for?

Look, either you
or the marshal

have got to have that
bank money I stole,

'cause I sure
don't have it.

You don't have it?

You think I'd still be
hanging around here if I did?

- You're lying.
- Oh, no.

- McKeever?
- [ wagon approaching ]

Nora.

Wait a minute.
You're gonna show me
the money, hmm?

It'll keep.

Oh, and you told me
that half hour ago.

Honey, I want to see it.

Nora, I can't help myself.

Oh, there's plenty
of time for that

now after we're married.

Did you hide it in there?

Yes, it's inside.

Honey, I want to see it.

I didn't leave
no light burning.

Tate?

Nora, it's all here.

Who-- Who did this?

Probably McKeever.

I didn't think
he'd have the nerve.

I've got to find him.

He's outside.

All tied up
and ready for jail.

Slim.

What are you
doing here?

I didn't realize
until he jumped me,

but I've been
on McKeever's trail.

He ransacked my room
at the boarding house.

He was looking
for that money here
when I rode up.

That's a good way
to get yourself k*lled.

I've been thinking
of that myself.

Pretty clever trick
of yours,

holding on to that money
to lure him back.

Oh.

I'm glad you think so.

Well, what else
would anyone think?

Riverton's gonna make
a Sunday hero out of you,

nailing him like that.

There's bound to be
a reward, too.

I wish it could be
that easy.

It can be.

It's got to be.

Slim, you remember me
telling you

how I was raised
in the sod house?

Once a man puts up a wall,
that's it.

You can't change it
once it's done.

That's just it--
it's not done.

Well, you can walk
out of this door
and be in the clear.

I know you're trying to help me
and I appreciate it.

But all we want is
a head start till daybreak.

You're not getting
a head start to this door,

not with that money.

Maybe you ought
to think that over.

After 20 years
of winning gunfights,

I wouldn't want to close out
the list with you, Slim.

What about the people
who trusted you?
Believed in you?

The only thing
I'm thinking about now
is you being in my way.

I'm saying please.

Just wasting time.

You see how it is?

Sorry it has to be
this way.

I'm not gonna make it
easy for you.

Whatever happens now,

you're gonna have to
draw first.

Now don't ever give an edge
to a man my age.

You're liable to take it,
Slim.

Take it easy, Tate.
Don't move.

I'm not going
anyplace.

You had the drop on me.
Why didn't you sh**t?

I guess the badge
got in the way.

A man could
never sh**t a friend.

Slim...

Slim...

[ hens clucking ]

Slim, a letter came for you
this morning.

Well, you don't say.

It's from Riverton,
looks important.

Shall I get it for you?

Well, if you think
it can't wait.

He can't stand
an unopened letter.

Yeah, well, I'm kind of partial
to a mystery myself, Daisy.

What do you figure it is?

Maybe some pretty little gal
Slim's been deceiving.

It's from a bank.

Bank?

What does it say?

Mike,
that is a private matter.

Well, it seems that Marshal Tate
didn't have any kin.

So the reward money that would
go to him comes to me.

Wowie, how much?

Mike,
it isn't polite to pry.

Well, I was only
prying a little.

My goodness!

Daisy, would you see that
the Patton family gets that?

You'll know how to do it
so it doesn't hurt their pride.

That ought to see them
through till next fall.

That's very generous
of you, Slim.

You're kind of liberal about
giving your money away,

aren't you, pard?

No, a gift from the heart
has a way of coming back.

Maybe so, Daisy--

I'll prove it to you,
pard.

You know, before I left,
I bet you five dollars

that that new corral fencing
wouldn't be up.

Forgot about it, huh?

Forgot it?
I was too blamed busy.

Just the same, it's not up.

Look at that face, Daisy.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Come on,
dinner's getting cold.