02x18 - The Lost Dutchman

[bunniefuu]

Hey, come on, Jess.
The horses have rested enough.

We got a lot
of riding to do.

What's your hurry?

It will be dark by the time
we reach Jackson City anyway.

I want to sleep
in a bed tonight.

And the time to get one
is before they
roll up the streets.

Yeah, why don't
you just come out

and say what's
on your mind?

That cattle money is burning
a hole in your pocket.

Yeah, it's more than I like
to carry around, all right.

I'll be glad when this
deal's wrapped up.

MAN: Hold it right there,
both of you!

Don't try it!

All right,
stand up.

It proves your identification,
all right.

Put your hands down
and turn around.

Well, what's this all about?

I'm looking for a man
name Clint Mocassin.

He's wanted for m*rder.

I thought maybe one
of you might be him.

I hope you're not stopping
too many people this way.

You're liable to get
a lot of complaints.

Sorry to jump you this way

but you don't take any
chances with Mocassin.

He's already k*lled six men

and I don't want to be
counted as number seven.

Well, take care of yourselves.
So long.

Well, I guess it's too late
to look for George Lake now.

And what you said about
them rolling up the streets

ain't too far wrong either.

Yeah, we'll put up
in the hotel overnight,

look for him in the morning.

How about a drink?

Wash down some of that
trail dust with whiskey.

Lead the way.

[ indistinct chattering ]

Couple of whiskeys.

Bill Mason.

Howdy, Jess.

It's been a long time.

How you been?

Uh, no complaints.

Say hello to a friend
of mine, Slim Sherman.

Slim, say hello
to Bill Mason.Howdy.

We used to cross trails now
and then in the old days.

Name's not Mason anymore.

Well, how come?

I changed it.

To what?

Lake.

Lake?
George Lake?

That's right.

You're the man
we're looking for.

Yeah, I figured that.
It's too bad you had
to take that long trip.

I...
I already sold the cattle.

You sold them?

Any reason why you
couldn't let me know?

You knew I'd be coming
in for the herd.

I've been busy.

Too busy to write a letter?

It's 2 days we've wasted now.

Yeah, well, like I said,
I sold all my stock.

I'm not in the cattle-raising
business anymore.

It's small potatoes.

It might be
small potatoes to you,

but it's meat
on the table to me.

And I don't fancy riding


That's tough.
But that's the way it goes.

Give me that bottle.

Now look, Mason or Lake
or whatever your name is,

you're about--

Listen, cowboy, why don't
you go back to Laramie
and leave me alone?

I got more important
things to think about.

Before I go back to Laramie
I'm going to teach--

Well, cowboy, it seems
to me that you just

are actually looking
for trouble, ain't you?

Let it lay, Slim!What do you think
you are doing?

Clobbering ain't gonna
buy us anything.

Besides we don't know
anybody around here.

I got a feeling we ain't
exactly among friends.

Like I said,
will you simmer down?

All right.

Slim, I know it's a bad deal.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

Why don't you go
back to the hotel

and get a room and wash up.

And cool off.
I'll stick around
here for a while.

Maybe there's somebody
else in town

that wants to sell
some stock.

LAKE: Sleep well,
cowboy.

Slim.

You better drift
on out of here.

We don't take to strangers
that come around

looking for trouble.

Just go on, huh?

You never did give
much of a hoot

for other people, did you?

Well, now you want to make
something out of it too?

I'm just talking.

You know, somehow I can't
picture you settling down

long enough to raise cattle.

I told you I wasn't
raising cattle anymore.

Man's got to work too hard

to make any real profit
out of something like that.

Slim makes a pretty
good living at it.Yeah?

Well, he'd think he was well
off if he was slopping hogs.

What are you going to do now?
For a living, I mean?

Well, Jess, I am going to
get together more money

that you've ever
seen in your life.

Give me another drink.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Now wait a minute,
I didn't sh**t him.

Tell it to the judge,
maybe he'll believe you.

Take a look at that,
it hasn't been fired.

Man commits m*rder,
I don't expect to find
him carrying the g*n

he done it with.

You'll get around to
telling me where it is.

Come on.

Of course I didn't sh**t him.
Why should I?

Then how come--

When I left the saloon,
I didn't go to the hotel.

I was hot under the collar
so I wanted to walk
around a little.

Simmer down.
Well, it didn't work.

Then what?Well, I got madder and madder.

Every time I think
what that no-good--

Let it alone, Slim.

What did you do next?

I headed back for the saloon.Why?

To deck him.
What do you think?

Oh, that's great.
Be sure to tell
that to the jury.

It will help a lot to make them
believe you didn't k*ll Lake.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't get that far.

I heard a shot
and I saw Lake fall.

But it was dark, I didn't
know it was Lake.

I ran over to him.

Then everybody started
piling out of the saloon.

I didn't sh**t him, Jess.

I was sore at him
but I didn't sh**t him.

I know you didn't, Slim.

Only trouble is nobody else
is going to believe you.

They got to.

There's somebody else did.

And if he gets away
with it, you hang...

unless I find him fast.

Jess, well,
how can you find him?

Where are you going to look?

Well, one thing's sure,
he ain't in here.

Sheriff.Yeah.

Look, you're making a mistake.
My friend's--

Your friend is the one
who made the mistake.

Look, I know Slim,
I know him well. He's not--

Write it on his tombstone.
I got work to do.

Is that Lake's stuff?

Yeah.
What he had on him.

Anybody to claim it?His wife.

My deputy ever gets back here
in time to take it out to her.

How about letting
me take it out?

You know Mrs. Lake?

No, just where
the place is.

We were going to pick up
some cattle there.

All right.
Nothing valuable in it.

Don't see any reason
why you shouldn't be the one

to break the bad news to her,

seeing it was your friend
that did all the damage.

You seem awful
sure he's guilty.

Only way to feel
when you know

you're going to have
to hang a man.

Hello!

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

[ clattering ]

[ footsteps ]

Now just a minute, ma'am.

What are you doing here?

My name is Jess Harper.
I came out to see Mrs. Lake.

I'm sure you did.

Well, this is a night
for circumstantial evidence.

Look, lady, I didn't do this.

I came out here to bring
Mrs. Lake something.

I'm Mrs. Lake.

I'm afraid I have some
bad news for you, ma'am.

If it's about my husband,

you needn't worry
how to tell me.

I was over the neighbors.

I heard it about
half an hour ago.

I'm sorry.

Don't you come any closer.

These are your husband's
belongings, ma'am.

Sheriff asked me to bring
them out to you.

Put them on that table there.

Now put your hands up
and turn around.

They're George's things.

I'm sorry, Mr. Harper.

It's all right, ma'am.

I don't blame you
for being suspicious.

Looks like a cyclone
hit this place.

I-I was on my way to town

and I-I saw the lamp on
and the door open, so I...

Thank you.

Oh, and thank you for bringing
my husband's things.

You're more
than welcome, ma'am.

Oh, please,
don't bother with that.

I-I think I'd just like
to be alone right now.

I understand
how you feel, ma'am.

But it's kind of
important to me

that I find out
who k*lled your husband.

Do you have any idea
who it could've been?

I heard he was in jail.

Someone named
Sherman, I think.

He didn't do it.

He didn't?No.

And unless I find the one
that did, Sherman will hang.

I'm afraid
I can't help you.

Somebody was looking pretty
hard for something around here.

It could have been the k*ller.

I suppose so.

Can you think of any enemies
your husband may have had?

No.

All right.

You'll be all right,
is there anything I can--

Oh. Oh, yes. Thank you.

I'll lock the door.

I was talking to
your husband before...

before it happened.

He said something about
coming into a lot of money.

Money doesn't seem
very important now, does it?

It might help me if I knew
something about it.

George never mentioned it.

Oh, Mr. Harper,
I wish I could help you

but there just isn't
anything to tell--

[ screams ]

Mary, dear, forgive
my abrupt entrance.

Young man, accept
my envy and admiration.

You handle your g*n in a way
that does you credit.

I am ashamed of you, Mary,
screaming at an old friend.

I really thought
you'd be glad to see me.

Oh, I am, Senator.
It's just you startled me so.

I-I'm not feeling too
well at the moment.

Of course. I heard about
poor George in town,

I came as quickly as I could.

I don't think I've had the
pleasure of meeting your guest.

Uh, Mr. Harper,
this is the Senator.

The Senator?

It's merely a name some
of my friends feel appropriate

to my appearance.

Put your g*n away.

Nothing personal.

But after what happened here
I just thought I'd be sure.

Someone does seem to have
been looking for something.

Mrs. Lake,
do you know what it is

that somebody would kick your
house apart this way to find?

Isn't everyone,
each in his own way

looking for something
in this world, Mr. Harper?

I suppose so.

But that doesn't answer
my question.

Mrs. Lake.

Senator.

My pleasure, sir.

Perhaps we'll meet again.

Oh, come now, Mary.
No more child's play.

I've waited long enough
for this moment.

I tried to tell you
it wasn't there.

Then where is it?

I don't know
but when the spur is found,
it belongs to me.

Belongs to you?
No, my dear, I disagree.

It is rightfully mine
even though you claim it

and I suppose
Mocassin will too.

Possibly.

All I know is somebody
was looking for something
out at Lake's house.

What's that got to do
with me getting strung up?

That's the only lead I got.

I was hoping
another day or two,

it might add up to something.

Another day or two
will be too late.

You mean they already
set a date for the trial?

Yeah.
Trial starts...

I guess finishes day
after tomorrow.

What are you doing here?

My dear Mr. Harper, do come
in and close the door.

I imagine parts
of our conversation

will be confidential.

Please be seated.

May I offer you a drink?

Now then, we can have
a nice friendly talk.

Friendly?

Oh, the g*n.
It's a mere precaution.

Oh, now permit me to explain.

I know that you're concerned
about your friend Mr. Sherman.

That's right.

You would be, shall we say,
unhappy to see him hanged.

Why don't you just come
straight out and say

what's on your mind, Senator?

Ah, direct young man,
I admire that.

The fact is I am in a position

to save your unfortunate
friend from the gallows.

How?Quite simple.

I am the only witness
to the m*rder.

My testimony would free
Mr. Sherman in a moment.

Great. Let's go over to see
the Sheriff right now.

I am afraid you're
being a bit impetuous.

All right, what do you
want out of this deal?

In a word, the spur.

What spur?

Oh, come, Mr. Harper.

Let's not play
games, shall we?

Look, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Do you not, hmm?

Very well.

The m*rder was committed
on a dark night.

But I saw your friend run
to George Lake when he fell.

I couldn't see clearly,
but it would have taken

only a moment to remove
the spur from Lake's body.

Now it was not among
his personal effects.

Therefore, I assume
that Mr. Sherman

gave it to you when you
visited him in his jail cell.

Can I interrupt you long
enough to ask one question?

Why, certainly.

What in the foggy blue moon
are you talking about?

Oh, I believe that you
understand me perfectly

and I think that you'll
understand this,

I will k*ll you before I allow
you to keep the spur.

It seems to me you're going
to an awful lot of trouble

just for something
that fits on a boot.

The Durango spur,

my friend, is worth
an awful lot of trouble.

Stand up.

I am going to find it,
Mr. Harper.

You can save a lot of time

if you will show me
where to look.

Have it your own way.

I suppose time is less
important to young people.

Turn around.

Now without making
any sudden moves,

empty all
the bureau drawers.

You got any more ideas?

Drop the g*n, Senator.

And the knife.

Good morning, Mocassin.
I assume you've come
for the spur.

As you can see,
it isn't here,

so perhaps
you'd best run along.

You Clint Mocassin?

Where is it?

Well, you have the subtlety
of a bull buffalo,

but I suppose we can
hardly allow ourselves

to be influenced
by personal sentiment.

We could join forces,
you and I.

All the time a lone hand,

now you want to take on
a partner. How come?

I could use your services,

perhaps you could
use my intelligence.

Seems an equitable basis
for a partnership. Agreed?

All right.
Where do we begin?

Unfortunately, Mr. Harper
shows a reluctance

to give any information.

Oh.

All right, cowboy,
where is it?

Mister, if I had any idea
what it is or where it is,

I'd make tracks in
the opposite direction

because I don't like the kind of
people that are looking for it.

Get up.

No, thanks, once is enough.

You feel like talking now?

I got nothing to talk about.

Maybe he really doesn't
know anything about it.

Could be.

You know, I just thought
of something.

Figure the old man
didn't get here yet.

The old man?
How does he figure in this?

I may not need you
for a partner, Senator.

I may just take care of this
whole thing all by myself.

You disappoint me, Mocassin.

I had such high
hopes for you.

You're not as sharp as
you used to be, Senator.

There comes a time when
every man has to step down.

And you should
never underestimate

an opponent or a partner.

Now tell me about
the old man.

Well, the old man
got hold of the spur.

He's supposed
to come here today

and sell it to George Lake.

Strangely enough,
Mocassin, I believe you.

No, Mocassin,
this is hardly the time.

Why not?Because I say so.

Not good enough.

All right then, I'll give
you some other reasons.

For one thing,
the shot would be heard.

For another, one k*lling
by you in this town is enough.

Oh, yes, I know that you
k*lled George Lake.

One word from me
and you hang.

Don't you threaten me.

I'm not threatening you.

And even if I were,
you wouldn't k*ll me.

You need me to negotiate
with the old man

if you ever want
to see that spur again.

We both know
how much he hates you.

We can't just walk out
and leave him here,
he knows too much,

thanks to you
and your big mouth.

Who's he going to tell?

The sheriff won't listen
to him, not without a witness.

Besides, he's got
George Lake's k*ller locked up

in his jail right now.

He's not going to
cause us any trouble.

Well, I'll make
sure he won't.

Not for a while anyway.

What an admirably
rugged young man.

I had enough drug in this
liquor to fell a grizzly bear.

[ knocking on door ]

Jess, what happened?

I don't know.

Can't even tell myself.

May I come in?

Sure. Why not?
Everybody else has.

What happened to your face?

Fell out of bed.

Oh, you're bleeding.

It's good.

At least it means
I'm still alive.

Who did this to you, Jess?

Same man who k*lled
your husband.

What's his name?

Clint Mocassin.

I don't know him.

Well, you should.

He's partners with
your friend, the Senator.

Poor Jess.

I didn't have a chance
last night to warn you

about the Senator.

He can be pretty ruthless
when he wants something.

Yeah.

Did he and this other man,
this Mocassin,

did they get what
they wanted from you?

No.

Good.

You want it too,
don't you, Mary?

The spur?

Yes, I do.

Since it was my husband's,
it's mine now.

Well, that makes sense.

You don't seem to be
grieving too much today.

Oh, I won't lie to you, Jess.

George and I didn't have
the most wonderful marriage

in the world.

It was a shock to hear
he was k*lled but...

Well, I'm getting
over it quickly.

At least I'm trying to.

Why did you come here?

To ask you to help me
get the spur,

and to help you with
your problem if I can.

All I got to do is round up
Mocassin and the Senator.

Get them to testify
against each other

and get my friend out of jail.

You think you can
help me with any of that?

I can try.

First off, you can tell me
about this sidewinding spur

and what it is about it
everybody wants so bad.

It's a Durango cavalry spur,
handmade out of silver.

Yeah, I think know the kind.

You can buy one for $16
in almost any border town.

Not like this one, Jess.

It's hollow with a map inside
to the Lost Dutchman mine.

The Lost Dutchman?

I don't believe it.

I do, and so did my husband.

So did Mocassin
and the Senator too.
Who's the old man?

I don't know his name.
I don't think anybody does.

He's the one that has
the spur though.

George was going
to buy it from him.

Well, if he has this
map to the Lost Dutchman,
why does he want to sell it?

Because he's too old
to work the mine himself,

and because of
a prison record

he can't just sell it
on the open market.

If there is such a thing,
it must be worth millions.

Where would George
get the money to buy it?

He sold all our cattle.

He sent the money to
the old man as a binder.

I don't know where he planned
to get the rest.

Probably he didn't.

Probably figured when the old
man showed up with the map,

he'd pay off the rest in lead.

I don't know.

But as George's widow,
I'm entitled to that spur

or at least to bargain
for it with the old man.

Jess, we can help each other.

All I want is my friend Slim
out of jail, and Mocassin in,

and the Senator as a witness.

You just let me know
the minute you lay eyes
on either of them.

All right.
I will.

And I want the spur.

I trust you, Jess.

Please,
take care of yourself.

Afternoon, Mrs. Lake.

Hello, old man.
I didn't know you
were still in town.

I just got here.

I didn't come on
the stage, I rode in.

I think I got a little
life left in me yet, eh?

Then you didn't see
George last night

or go through with your
part of the bargain?

No, of course not.
Now how could I
when I wasn't here?

We better have a little talk.

Yeah.Yeah.

When I see
the color of your money.

We'll take care
of it out at the ranch.

Couple of friends of mine
left here a little while ago.

One's a tall thin man,
the other's older.

Wears kind of fancy clothes.

Oh, yes, I saw them.

You know which way they went?

Mm-hmm.
They rode east, out of town.

Thanks.

Mary dear,
how nice to see you.

Oh.

Well, I...
I am sorry I can't
say the same.

Just visiting, my dear,
just visiting.

I shall be your
guest overnight.

You'll be out
of here in 2 minutes

unless you want
a load of buckshot.

Excellent, my dear,
I like a woman with fire.

However I shall stay here
overnight until the arrival

of the next stagecoach
bringing the old man.

The old man?Yes.

By staying here till then I can
accomplish two important things.

One, I can keep out of sight,

keep from meeting your
young friend, Mr. Harper.

He'll be coming to annoy us.

Secondly, I can keep
an eye on you.

I am afraid
that our interests,

yours and mine
are in conflict.

I want you out
of here right now.

You handle that g*n as
if you meant to use it.

How unfortunate that you
are about to be disarmed.

Oh!

Now, my dear,

I suggest that you make us
all a nice cup of tea.

That would be friendly.

And we should all be friendly

because we're all going
to be together for a while.

[ Mary screams ]

Oh.

Caught her trying to sneak
out the bedroom window.

Where were you going?

Whom were you going to see?

Did it have anything
to with the spur?

Now I'm going to ask
you just one more time.

You're going to
tell me eventually,

either voluntarily or under
pressure from Mocassin.

I was going to see
the old man.

The old man.
Where is he?

Let go my arm if you want
me to tell you anymore.

I'm sorry.

Now tell me exactly.

[ horse approaching ]

Mocassin.

[ g*nshots ]

Jess.

There.
It's really not much
more than a scratch.

You're lucky, Jess.

Yeah, I guess so.
Thanks again.

Any time.

I don't mean just for this.

I mean for saving my life
by blasting Mocassin

out of that window.
For warning me in time.

You did something for me too.

If you hadn't come along

just when you did, I think
they'd have k*lled me.

They?

The Senator was here.

He slipped out
while you and Mocassin

were sh**ting at each other.

I thought I heard
a horse leave here.

I was too busy at the time
to do anything about it.

That's too bad.

He's probably
headed for town.

He'll find the same
thing I did.

What was that?

You better sit down.

I found an old man's
body on the road.

His pockets were
turned inside out.

This was near him.

It almost looks
like one of mine.

Yeah.

Jess, what are you doing?

I'm gonna tie you up good.

But I can explain
about this--

Save it until I get back.

You can't just leave
me here like this.

Well, I'm going to.

I want you someplace
where I can find you quick

without that shotgun
in your hand.

But how do I know
you'll be back?

You just better hope I am.Jess!

Afternoon, Mr. Harper.

Did an old man
register here today?

Sort of short, thin.
Weather-beaten.
He looked like a miner.

Yes, indeed, but he went
out and he isn't back yet.

I didn't figure he would be.

He left about a couple
of hours ago
with poor Mrs. Lake.

Sure too bad
about her husband.

Yeah. Anybody else been
looking for him lately?

Oh, yes, that other
friend of yours.

One of the men that was
visiting you this morning.

You know where he is now.

Yes, upstairs in the old man's
room, waiting for him.

What number is that?


I gave him the key.

I'm sure it was all right.

I can always tell
an honest man.

In my business, you get
to be a judge of character

and you never
can tell what--

[ c*ck g*n ]

So you found it.

My dear Mr. Harper,
before we proceed

to a discussion
of this object,

allow me to point out
one undeniable fact.

Go ahead, you will anyway.

Earlier today when I had both

the opportunity
and motivation,

I restrained myself
from sh**ting you.

With the kind of liquor you
serve, you don't need a g*n.

In any case, I restrained
both myself and my partner.

Sure. And I got this in
a game of solitaire.

An unfortunate occurrence,
I trust Mocassin is dead.

Yeah, kind of.

What a pity.

He would have been very
useful to me, Mr. Harper.

And he would have found
that working for me

would be rewarding,
very rewarding.

You mean when you
start digging gold

from the Lost Dutchman mine?Precisely.

I should be happy to share
that wealth with you,

something I could not do
if you were to k*ll me.

I don't want to
k*ll you, Senator.

Not until you give
me a few answers.

Who k*lled the old man?

What possible difference
can that make?

Don't you see
how utterly unimportant

is the death of one miserably
seedy old man

in terms
of the pursuit of this.

That's your opinion, Senator.

The rest of the world
is likely to look at it

somewhat different.

Would it interest you to know

that I don't give
a tinker's damn

what the rest
of the world thinks.

Very few even know
of the map's existence.

How could they place
a value on it?

If you're talking money,
most will understand.

And there's more
money represented

by this than can
be comprehended

by most men you or I know.

Now let's you and me take
a walk across the street.

You got some talking
to do to the sheriff.

Neither you nor the law
will hear anything

from me unless
I wish to say it.

I may not look it,
my friend,

but I can endure more physical
pain that most men my age.

Who said anything
about sweating you?

If you ever want to get
your greedy little hands

on this again, you better
start talking, and straight.

Are you making a bargain?

Seems I'm
in a position to, don't it?

I got the spur.

Lead on.

After you.

[ laughing ]

I got back as fast as I could.
You all right?

What do you think?

I'm sorry about this, Mary.

It's getting
kind of hard to figure

who you can trust nowadays.

Hope I didn't tie
you too tight.

Well, something seems to have
changed your mind about me.

Something did.
And I brought it along.

Jess.
Is the map in it?

I don't know.
I didn't open it.

Well, it's supposed to unscrew
right here in the middle.

The old man
didn't have it with him.

He left it in
his hotel room.

You didn't have
to k*ll him, Mary.

He tried to attack me, Jess.

It was the most frightening
thing that ever happened to me.

He tried to kiss me and--With his back to you?

You shot him
in the back, Mary.

No.
No, he was turning around--

Let me ask you
something else.

Who told Mocassin the old man
was bringing George the spur?

George told him.

That's not true.
George is smarter than that.

You told Mocassin.

You sent for him and put him
up to k*lling your husband.

You figured you'd take
care of him later.

And you did too.
Shot him right in the back

and blasted him out
of that window.

Oh, Jess,

why do we have to talk
about things like this now?

We're going to be rich.

Oh, it will be wonderful,
just--

just you and I
and so much money.

Yeah, sure it will.

In about 20 years
when you get out of jail.

I'm not going to jail.

Not now that I've
got what I wanted.

I had my husband
k*lled for it,

and I k*lled the old man
and Mocassin too,

but I didn't want to have
to do the same thing to you--

All right, Mrs. Lake.

You double-crossed me.

Well, I've been learning
from experts.

So this is what all the
sh**ting's been about, huh?

It's mine.No. It's yours.

You promised to
share it with me.

The courts will
decide whose it is.

Sheriff, could we
open it, please?

Why?
You want to memorize it?

More than enough
gold for everyone,

including you, sheriff.

Why not.All right.

Guess I can memorize
as good as the next man.

It's only half a map.
Not even that.

Let's go.

Gentlemen!

I merely wanted to wish
you both a pleasant trip.

Didn't take you long
to get out of jail.

It never does.

What I mean is, beyond
being a material witness

to establish your innocence,

the local law and I are
finished with each other.

There are no charges
against me.

Yeah, well, I could
think of a couple.

Attempted m*rder,
for instance.

Oh, now surely
you can't believe

I meant to use that g*n
on you, Mr. Harper.

Besides, you have
no witnesses.

Oh, about that whiskey
I treated you to,

I'm terribly sorry
about that.

I must have gotten
a hold of a bad bottle.

No hard feelings, I trust?

You know, you're making
it awful hard for me

to stay mad
at you, Senator.

I'm very glad.

Well, good luck
to both of you.

Perhaps our paths may
cross again one day.

No offense, Senator,
but we hope not.

You never can tell.
Oh...

You see this?

I prevailed upon our good
sheriff to entrust me with it.

Was he looking
at the time?Please.

Well, all I have to do now
is find the mate for this.

Now if either
of you fine young men

would be interested in what
is probably the most fabulous

fortune
in the entire world--

Goodbye, Senator.So long.