02x16 - Wagonload of Dreams

[bunniefuu]

-Hello, Steve.
-Hi!

Well, always something new.

Last year, it was
a fancy new planter.

A year before,
a combination

harvest/binder.

[laughs]
What is it this time?

It's a new kind of barley.

If it does what they say,
we ought to triple our yield.

Come harvest time,
the Coastal & Western

won't have half enough
freight cars to haul our crops.

Ooh, I'm for that!

Whoa!

Hello, everybody!
Hello, hello, everybody!

My good friends,
how are you today, eh?

[greetings]

All my good friends!

Say, you never meet
my little brother Alexandros.

-Howdy.
-Howdy! Name's Nick.

That's what
I said, Nikolas.

You've got
a good Greek name.

[speaks Greek]

That's enough!

How many times I have
to tell you, talk American!

How you 'spect
to learn American

if you all the time
talk Greek?

Hello. Please, how you are?

Me, I am fine.

Ah, that's enough.
My little brother's

only in this country
for a short time.

He doesn't learn
to talk so good yet,

but after I teach him,
he learns to talk good
like me. Perfect, eh?

Look at him!

All dressed up
like he's going to a funeral.

How about that?
Where you going,

all duded up
like that, fellas?

Alexandros, show them!

What have you got there?

I got peaches!

Ah, see?
One for you.

One for you,
and one for you.

Ripe this early?

Ah! Why you think

I picked my place
outside of the hill, huh?

For catch the sun,
for make ripe early.

Go on, bite!
Eat, eat, eat.

Aha, sweet sugar, eh?

Mmm, good.

Hey, don't chew them.

You just let it melt
in your mouth!

Where are you taking these?

San Francisco!

Well, how much
are people going to pay

for peaches like that
in a small town like this?

Nothing, right?

But in a big city
like San Francisco,

full with plenty people,

well, they go crazy
when they see my peaches.

They pay good money
just to bite it.

How much do you figure
they'll pay you
for a box of these

landed down
in the Embarcadero?

Very rich people,
San Francisco.

Early peaches like that,
they pay maybe two, three,

four, five, maybe six dollars
for the one box.

How much it costs
for the ticket for me

and my peaches
to San Francisco on the train?

Come on in the office.
We'll figure it out.

Alexandros!
Unload the wagon, eh?

How many boxes
are you shipping?





And, uh, how many pounds
do you figure in a box?

Oh, 30 pounds,
etchi-ketchi.

That's a little more,
little less.

Uh-huh.
Uh, that, uh...

is exactly, uh... $120

for shipping your peaches,

and $2.30 for
a round-trip ticket,

and that adds up
to $122.30.

How much you said?

Well, that's four cents
a pound,


and 100 boxes.

$1.20 for the one box?

Well, peaches out of season
take special handling.

Well, I don't got $120.

That's all right!
It's all right!

You just pay me
out of what you make.

Thank you very much!

Now, what I got left
for myself?

What you'd get
for an honest day's work.

Told you to eat
that peaches!

Son of a g*n,
I no pay such a man!

Minter, you cheat!

Double cheat!

I no pay!

Four cents a pound!
$120!

Never! Never!

Order!
Get him out of here!

You robber!
You cheat!

Order! Order!

[yelling]

I'm still calling
the Sheriff.

[speaking Greek]

♪♪ [theme]

Aw, come on, Frank,
it takes two to make a fight.

Garcos started it.

Well, according to what I hear,
he had due provocation.

-Is that right, Nick?
-That's right.

Mr. Sheriff! Why you lock
me up like a chicken?

What do they do
to my brother?

Now, just take it easy.
Take it easy.

He's been bellowin'
like that ever since
I locked him up.

I'd almost be glad
to get rid of him.

I can't breathe in here!
Sheriff! Sheriff, please!

What do you say, Frank?
Let him go.

I'll give you
my personal guarantee

he won't cause you
any more trouble.

I'll do it.

Jarrod, you're
my best friend.

You tell the sheriff
to let me out, please.

Now, calm down.
Calm down, Bodos.

First I want
your word--

No more trouble.

All right, no trouble.
I give the word.

All right, Frank,
I'll be responsible
for him.

Good. Now I go to depot
and break Minter's neck.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Now, you gave me
your word.

That's all right.
I just going to
break his neck,

then I come back
and you lock me up
again, eh?

-Nick, stop him!
-Whoa, whoa!

Oh, now, now!

I just want to break
his neck a little bit.

You do that,
and I'll lock you up again!

This time I'll throw
away the key.

And while you're sitting
in jail, Bodos,

what's gonna happen
to those peaches of yours?

They rot,
but Minter's neck be broken!

Come on, think straight.
You want to get

that crop of yours on
the afternoon train, don't you?

Yeah, but I don't like
Minter cheat me!

How much did you say
he was gonna charge you
for those peaches?

Four cents a pound,
$1.20 a box. $120!

He's the biggest crook
under the earth, I tell you.

-What?
-[whistles]

That's gotta be a mistake.

Oh, no mistake.
I have two nice ears.

Heath, why don't you
and Nick take the boys

over to the saloon
and buy 'em a little drink?

I'll go down and see Minter
and try and straighten
this thing out.

That's a good idea.

Afternoon, Steve.

Jarrod.

Say, that's kind of
a tender-looking eye
you've got there.

You know, he was aiming
to k*ll me.

Oh, I don't think so, Steve.
As a matter of fact,

he claims you kind
of provoked him into it.

-You his lawyer?
-Well, I--

This is gonna cost him.
It's gonna cost him plenty.

Damages here
and doctor's expenses.

Aw, now, Steve,
it seems kind of a shame

to have all this trouble
over a simple misunderstanding

that could've been avoided.

You see, if Mr. Garcos
spoke English better,

he probably would've
understood what you were
trying to tell him.

You see, he thought that
you were gonna charge

him four cents a pound
to ship those peaches.

That's right. That's what
I am charging him, $1.20 a box.

How much?

You heard what I said.

Well, you only charged
us 25 cents a box

to ship our crop
last year.

That was in season.
Everyone was shipping.

Prices were low.

Do you know what Garcos
is gonna get for his peaches

in San Francisco?

Now, he told me this himself!

He may get as high
as $6 a box.

And you figure you're entitled
to your cut, is that it?

Well, if he makes a profit,
it's only fair that
we make ours.

That's not
railroad policy.

It's my job to see
that this office makes money,

and if Garcos ships his
peaches to San Francisco,

it'll cost him the same
as it would cost you

if you were shipping
out of season.

You know something, Steve?

Kind of lucky for you
that we're not.

Why?

Well, because
if we were,

you'd have yourself
another black eye.

Bartender, I'd like
to buy my friend here
a little drink.

What'd you find out?

He does not have to say.

His long face tells you
what he finds out.

I found out that Bodos
had plenty of provocation.

What that means,
provocation?

Well, that means
if you want to go ahead

and break Minter's neck,
you have my blessing.

Thank you very much!

Whoa, hold it!
He was only joking.

Well, Bodos no make jokes!

Maybe it was a mistake.

-No, no mistake.
-All right!

I'm going to write
a letter to the president.

You the lawyer,
you write what I say!

Dear Mr. President...
[speaks Greek]...

new citizen,
sends his greetings.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, Bodos.

Would you settle
for a senator?

Senator?
What that means?

-Well, a senator--
-Oh, a senator is like
a pasha in Anatoly.

That's good.
Send a letter to the senator.

"Dear Mr. Senator,
Bodos wants to know
if you know what is going--"

Wait a minute, Bodos,
wait a minute.

Sam Bridger is
the state senator
for this county,

and he lives
right here in Stockton.

How would you like
to tell him in person?

That's better yet.

Alexandros, you wait here.
Everything's gonna be all right!

Come on, let's go.

I appreciate that no one wants
to see his labors go unrewarded,

but let me point out
the fact that Mr. Garcos

would not be here
in this fair and fertile valley

were it not
for the railroad.

And let me point out
the fact, Senator,

that the railroads
would soon go broke

were it not for farmers
like Mr. Garcos.

Thank you very much.

The Coastal & Western
is not conducting
a charitable enterprise.

I'm not asking for charity,
Senator.

I'm simply asking
that Mr. Minter take

his hands out of the
pocket of Mr. Garcos.

I cannot,
in all good conscience,

ask the man to change
his policy on behalf

of a single individual!

-Because you'd be biting
the hand that feeds you?
-I beg your pardon!

Or are you denying
that you're obligated
to the railroads

because they contribute
heavily to your campaigns?

You're being
grossly unfair, Jarrod.

Forgive me, Senator,
I apologize, but it's
imperative that Mr. Garcos

get his shipment
on that train today,
this afternoon!

Talk, talk, talk,
like a machine!

You going to help
Bodos Garcos, yes or no?

My dear friend,
you are new in this land.

He say no.

You're not a good pasha.

You're a bad pasha.

In my country, you know
what we do with a bad pasha?

-We take the knife and--
-Bodos.

In this country,
we cut the throat
with a vote.

There's less satisfaction,
but it's equally as effective.

Bodos Garcos
does not need you.

Bodos does not need
anybody!

Now, Jarrod,
you know very well

I'd be more than glad
to help you

if you came to me
with an important issue!

Well, Senator,

unless I've misread
the constitution,

the rights of an individual
is the most important issue.

Hey, Garcos.

Mr. Garcos.
I'm no your friend.

All right, Mr. Garcos.

You're gonna need money
to pay for damages.

You better unload
your peaches

if you're gonna make
the afternoon train.

How much you say
for the haul?

Same as before,
four cents a pound.

[speaking Greek]

Bodos! Bodos!
Bodos, come on!

Come on, that's not
gonna do any good.

♪♪

[laughs]

Ah, Bodos!

Drink for Bodos!

No, I don't have time
for the drink.

Was the senator home?

-He was home, all right.
-What'd he say?

The senator is like...

You give him
the watermelons,

he thinks these
are donkey eggs.

Talks like a machine,
bah-bah-bah.

[speaks Greek]

Hey, wait a minute, Bodos.
Where you going?

To San Francisco.
We don't need the train.

-We go on the wagon.
-Wagon!

Oh, no, no, no.

Why you shake your head
this way, that way.

You don't think we can
make it, huh?

It's a long way
to San Francisco in a wagon.

Ah, but every step
the horses makes it
a little shorter, eh?

Hey, Alexandros!

Well, I'm for a drink.

You know, they're gonna
be on the road

three or four days
without any grub.

Well, they got
lots of peaches.

[singing]

Why you stop, eh?

I was singing
so beautiful!

I don't feel happy.

You are unhappy here
in America?

You are no glad
you came here?

In Anatoly,
we have wicked man

who rob us
and cheat us.

Here, we have
man like, uh, Minter

and that
Senator Bridger.

Did I come 5,000 mile
to find bad pasha?

Eh, well, well, I can see
you are filled with complaints.

Have you anything
else to say?

What else is there!

For months, we work
like jackals.

We got wagonload
of our peaches!

And can't even ship
it to market.

Tell me, Alexi, Alexi,
what would happen

if I went to the man
like Minter in Anatoly, eh,

and I called him a thief
and I broke his nose

and a smashed all
the office up, eh?

The Zapatia
would arrest you.

In Anatoly, the Zapatia
would not arrest me.

They would sh**t
me there. Pshew!

The b*llet
right through the head.

Ah, Alexandros.

But here in America,
we have 40 acres of rich land.

In Anatoly, all we have
is the grave,

and we don't
even own that.

Here we have
our nice wagon,

two horses to pull
the peaches to the market.

In Anatoly,
we would be the horses,

animals working
like the donkeys,

carrying somebody else's crops
to the market on our backs.

Am I right, Alexi?

But here in America,
Alexi, we are rich!

I mean, not rich in the gold
you hold in the hand,

but rich in dreams.

If someone tries
to spoil your dreams,

you cut his throat
with the sharpest knife

under the earth, the vote.

I promise you,
my little brother,

we are going to haul
the peaches to the market,

we are going to get
a good price for them,

and nobody's going
to stop us, nobody!

And what we are going
to do with the money?

We are going to send
for a wife for you.

[laughs]

And a wife for me, eh?

There you go,
dreaming again!

First you dream,

and then you make
the dream come true.

[speaks Greek]

Come on, I feel
like singing!

[sings in Greek]

Basta, basta, basta!

Basta, basta.

Why you stop us?

Move from the way, please.

What's the matter,
can't you read?

This road's closed
to all wagons hauling freight.

You don't stop me.
I go.

It's against the law to trespass
across private property.

Where the road cross,
we cross!

Alexandros, take the horses
across the track.

I'm warning you, Garcos.

-All right, that's far enough!
-[yelling]

-[g*nsh*t]
-Aah!

Alexandros!

Alexandros...

Alexi.

Better get him
to the doctor.

Where's the doctor?

Follow me.

Bring him
in here, Bodos.

Hey, Doctor, you take good care
of my little brother, huh?

Alexandros.

[speaking Greek]

The doctor's going
to find out what's wrong

and make you
all well again.

Come on, Bodos, come away.
Let the doctor work.

-No. No, he's my brother!
-Bodos! Bodos!

Let the doctor work!

Come on over here
and just calm down
and tell me what happened.

The wagon runs over him.

Where?

You know where the road
touch the tracks?

The men that works
for Minter, what's his name?

-Sam Potter.
-Sam Potter.

He tried to stop us.

He say this
private property.

I'm afraid
he's right, Bodos.

Diablo, private property!

The road belongs
to the people!

Jarrod, this man
is dead.

He's not dead. He lives!
He lives!

You make him well again,
Doctor, just like new.

Alexi, please.

Alexi!

Alexi!

Alexi!

My little brother.

[indistinct prayers]

Forgive me.

Alexandros,
sweet little brother.

I give you word...

I am not through
with that man Minter.

Bodos, I want you to know

that our home
is always open to you.

Alexi and me, we...

we had such dreams.

Little dreams,

but they're big
for us.

Now Alexi is dead.

I'm very, very sorry.

I made a promise
to my little brother.

Tomorrow morning early
I'm going to get

my peaches
and go to San Francisco,

only this time,
I take the g*n.

If anybody tries to stop me,
I'll k*ll them.

I'll k*ll them all!

I don't think
he's serious, mother.

He was serious.

Tomorrow morning, he will
try to cross the tracks,

and Minter
will stop him.

But why stop him?
He's just one little farmer.

But he isn't
just one little farmer.

There are hundreds
in the valley like him.

Minter knows that if he
lets Bodos get away with it,

the others might get
the same idea.

But tomorrow morning
he'll be alone.

He doesn't have
to be alone.

Alexandros...

I will k*ll the man
who k*lled you.

Blood for the blood.

[train whistle blows]

Whoa, hold up there, Bodos!
Wait a minute.

Hey, don't say nothing, eh?
Don't try to stop me.

I'm going to San Francisco.

I'm not trying to stop you,
Bodos-- take a look over there.

We're going with you.

Well, you didn't think
we'd let you hog

all those high prices
in San Francisco, did you?

We like money,
too, you know.

Bodos understands.
He thanks you very much.

Aw, our load
will probably bring

more than yours,
anyway.

You make fun, huh?

I know your peaches
are not ripe yet.

You pick them green, eh?

Why, they're so hungry
for peaches

up there in San Francisco,
they'll buy them anyway, Bodos.

Bodos knows what you do.

You come to see that Bodos
does not get hurt.

Son of a g*n,
you're the best friends

I have on the earth.

Well, it's a long way
to San Francisco,

so let's get rolling.

Minter! Mr. Minter!

I have a little question
to ask you.

This time you think
I get to San Francisco?

Huh? What do you think,
huh, Mr. Minter?

Ah, then, bros!

Any freight that
moves out of Stockton

moves through me,
or it doesn't move.

That goes
for the Barkleys.

You'd better
get going.

This crossing is still closed
to all wagons hauling freight.

Sure, I know, you tell
me that before,

only this time we open.

Nikolas, Heath, you ready?

We gotta cross the tracks.

[c*ck]

-[indistinct]
-Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, Bodos,
wait a minute.

Why you stop?
They try to stop us, we fight.

You want to fight
these gentlemen,

or do you want to get
your peaches to market?

I want to fight.

Well, getting these peaches
to market is a fight, too,

and that's
the one we want to win.

How we go?

We'll take
the long way around.

Okay. We do like you say.

[urging]

They'll go down
Niles Canyon Road,

over Altamont
to the coast,

and right up
to San Francisco.

Looks like the Barkleys
have outfoxed us.

They won't have to cross
the tracks once.

Why, it's a long way!
A lot could happen.

I give you my word,
they won't get
to San Francisco.

Basta, whoa!

What's the matter?

My peaches.

The sun will cook
my peaches.

They look
all right to me.

What's the trouble?

Bodos is worried
about the sun
ruining his peaches.

Well, why don't we just
wet down the canvas?

We don't have
any water.

How far's
the nearest water hole?

Indian springs
is just up ahead.

We can get water there.

-Let's go.
-Good.

[Bodos humming, strumming]

Heath?

Bodos.

Ain't that pretty!

Mm!

And it's sweet.

Sweet as
a pretty girl's kiss.

Boy, howdy,
that's some peach.

Heath, that's not a peach.

That's a dream.
[speaks Greek]

Bodos never tell you
his dream, eh?

Far away in Anatoly
there's a pretty girl

who waits for Bodos.

Ah, she's pretty, really!

Her eyes are big
like that peaches.

Her name, Nora.

That means a bright star.

In this dream,
Bodos comes to America,

buys the land,
plants the orchard.

The trees come up,

makes a crop
of pink blossoms come.

Bodos picks
the peaches,

put them in a box nice,

and ships
to San Francisco.

And sells it
for plenty of money.

Then... Bodos takes the money,

ships to Anatoly and Nora.

She catches the boat.

Catches the train.

She comes to Stockton.

And Bodos marry
with his Nora Nikiboo.

Ah, and we have
a big party afterwards.

Everybody comes.

Lots of sing and dance
and drink.

And we all have
long life

and plenty of happiness.

What's the matter,
Bodos?

Bodos is so happy,
but where is Alexi?

Dead. Buried in the ground.

Ah... Alexandros.

My sweet little brother.

No happiness for you.

Mm, outside of Sam Gruber's
purple prose, it's not bad.

Not bad?

You mean
it's all true?

It is, indeed.

You knew your sons--

I not only knew,
I approved.

I don't want to alarm you
unduly, Victoria,

but your sons may encounter
serious difficulty with Minter.

You mean like
Bodos's brother?

Well, he was k*lled,
or have you forgotten?

That was just
a tragic accident.

It would all
have blown over--

it's just a tempest
in a teapot--

if your sons
had kept out of it.

Well, all they're doing
is hauling their crops
to market.

With the Barkleys
involved in this,

every newspaper
in the valley will pick it up--

Good, good, the more
publicity the better.

Soon everyone will know
what's taking place in Stockton.

It's bound to make trouble.

Well, let's hope it
makes Coastal & Western

use better judgment
and not let

every station master set
the rates as he pleases.

The Barkelys
are important people.

The entire valley
is watching your sons,

and what they do is
a reflection on your family.

They're just standing up
for citizens' rights.

Now, there's no harm
in that.

You told Jarrod
you wished he had come

to you with
an important issue.

Well, now you have one.

Isn't it about time,
Senator,

that you stood up
to be counted?

Or would you rather wait
until events force you?

Minter do this.
He blows up the road.

Let's don't jump
to conclusions.

Yeah, you're right.
If his men had set a charge,
we'd have heard a blast.

Then who do this?

The last rains could've
loosened those rocks.

Yeah, makes no difference
how it happens.

We're really stuck now.

Looks like Minter wins
and we lose.

No, we haven't,
not yet, anyway.

How we going
to move the rocks?

We got two team
of horses
right back here.

All right,
take it away.

[grunts]

Come on, Bodos.

I think
that'll do it.

[groans]

[Bodos yells in Greek]

Heave!

[yells in Greek]

[clucking]

[yells in Greek]

[trilling]

[yells in Greek]

Whoa, whoa, now.
Just what are you saying
to these horses?

Why, I make the love talk.
I make them pull.

Well, I'll take the lines,
and you get back there and push.

Hyah! Get up there!

Yah! Whoa!

Next time, I suggest
you save those kisses

for your Nora Nikiboo.

♪♪

Go on! Hyah!

[neighing]

Somebody's at those horses.

Well, somebody was
at the horses.

[indistinct]
What are we going to do?

Gonna scatter out
and find those horses,

that's what we're
gonna do.

They may be coming back.

I'd better stay
with those wagons.

Right, let's get going.

[speaking Greek]

[trilling]

Come to the Bodos.

Come, honeys.
Come, babies.

[baby-talking]

[kissing]

[trilling]

[speaking Greek]

You don't find the horses?

Not a one.

But with all those
smacking kisses of yours,

you'd think your horses
would come running.

[noises]

What is that?

Sounds like the man
calling the pigs.

Must be a farm
around here somewhere.

Sounds like it's
coming from over
beyond those trees.

Maybe he sees
our horses.

Nope, they didn't come this way,
or I'd have seen them.

Sorry, can't help you.

How are we going
to pull the wagon.

That's a fine-looking string
of horses you got there, mister.

We only need
a couple of teams,

and we'd be mighty
grateful for the loan.

Naturally, we expect to pay
just name your price.

We wouldn't have a chance
of finding horses anywhere else.

Sorry.

Now, look, we only need them
for a couple of days,

but if you're willing to
sell, we're willing to buy.

It spoils a horse
to be driven by strangers.

Thank you very much
for nothing!

Looks like that man
got a big heart,

big like the flea's.

Well, they're his horses.

He doesn't have
to loan 'em to us.

Looks like he's a good friend
to the railroad.

Hold on!

-Is your name Barkley?
-That's right.

And yours?

Podremos Azaria Garcos.

My friends
call me Bodos.

You the folks who are giving
the railroad a hard time?

Well, I guess
you could say that.

I'd be right proud
to give you the loan

of all the horses you need.

Just step right in there
and pick out the ones you want.

Well, thank you
very much.

[speaking Greek]

What's the matter,
these horses?

They just don't
understand Greek.

All you have to say
is "giddyup."

Giddyup!

I figure we'll be
in San Francisco
by noon tomorrow.

The sooner,
the better.

We don't know when
they'll hit next.

Yeah, don't make
no difference

what time we get
to San Francisco.

What's the matter,
Bodos?

They're rotten.
The whole load is rotten.

Look at that.

Rotten.

Look, your peaches
not rotten! Look at that!

They're just like
they're new.

Let me see that.

Crazy peaches!
Why you rot?

Why you
no make Bodos get
to San Francisco?

Now, wait a minute, Bodos!
Wait a minute!

I don't think
it's all that tragic.

Why, I lose the load.

But you've
learned something.

What I learn?
Don't fight Minter,

put the peaches
on the train to San Francisco,

let Minter cheat?
That's what I learn.

No, no, no, you've learned
to pick your fruit sooner.

You learn to pick right,
and you can probably ship

your crop as far as
Kansas City or Chicago
or maybe even New York.

Next year, next year.

I promise Nora I send
for her this year.

How can I ask
her to wait?

Well, now, maybe she
doesn't have to wait.

I have no load.
I have no peaches
to sell.

What do you say, boys?

You got a load?

That's right,
he sure does.

We're all
in this together.

Hey. You're good friends.

The best friends I have
under the earth!

Come on!

Now, I'll tell you what,
we'll divide up that load,

put half of them
onto your wagon,

and that way we'll
travel lighter
and make better time.

Let's get those rotten
peaches off of there.

Aye! Here.

Hold it.

Get down from up there.

Keep your hands
away from your g*ns.

All right,
move over there.

Soak 'em!

What he's doing?

Kerosene.

We're gonna cook
your peaches,

turn 'em into jam.

Don't hurt my peaches!

Bodos, take
it easy!

Wait a minute.
You burn them wagons,

and you're buying yourself
a pack of trouble.

I'll find you, boy.

I'll find you and dig you
out of whatever hole
you're hiding in.

Don't hurt my peaches!

All gone.

All finished.

Everything's finished.

My peaches, look.
Look, look, look.

Bodos. Bodos, take
a look at this.

They didn't all burn.

We still got some peaches
to deliver to San Francisco.

What have we got,
two or three boxes?

Big load.

Now, look, Bodos,
I don't know about you,

but I didn't come this far
to let them stop me now.

We can put one wagon
together out of this,

and if all we can deliver
to San Francisco is one box,

that's all that matters.
Don't you see?

We'll have proved our point!

Right, Bodos?

Right. Right.

All right!

I feel the wind
on my face.

I smell the ocean.

Getting near
the coast, Bodos.

Hey...
[speaking Greek]

[laughs]

You see the horses?
They learn understand Greek!

Talk to 'em, Bodos.
Talk to 'em.

[speaking Greek]

Hey, Basta!

San Francisco!

San Francisco!

-We made it!
-Whoo!

Alexandros, my sweet little
brother, what I tell you?

The man Minter doesn't stop me.

San Francisco,
here comes Bodos Garcos

with a little bit
of wagonload of dreams!

[laughs]

Come on, let's go!

Yeehaw!

[trilling]

[speaking Greek]

Hello, everybody!

Hey, is anybody home?

Bodos Garcos has come
for a little visit!

Bodos, you look wonderful!

Mrs. Barkley!

Everybody's home!
Come in.

Hey, you look nice, too,
Mrs. Barkley.

Jarrod, Heath!

All my good friends!

You the best friends
I have under the earth!

Of course, you remember
Senator Bridges.

Uh, Senator Bridges,
the pasha.

He's my friend, too,
but a special kind, eh?

Senator Bridges,
you're such a good friend.

Where are you
when we need you?

With this hand,
I think I cut your throat.

-Ahem.
-When I vote in next election.

Maybe by then I can persuade
you to change your mind.

I was just telling the
Barkleys what happened

to you will never
happen again.

I saw the traffic manager
in San Francisco.

I convinced him
that Steve Minter

had exceeded his authority
as a station master,

and he has been fired.

And he has agreed to make
full restitution

for your peaches.

And, now, the blessings
of the governor

and the full cooperation
of Coastal & Western,

I am going to introduce
a bill that will set
equitable rates

and guarantee
fair treatment
for all the people.

Good!

Is good?

Is great.

Yeah. Then maybe
I don't cut your throat

when I vote
the next election.

Maybe I even vote
for you, huh?

Well, Mrs. Barkley,

today the telegram comes
from Anatoly.

Nora says
she catches the boat,

and soon she
will be in Stockton.

Ah, then you will see
my Nora Nikiboo!

Then you will see
how pretty she is.

The hair is long
to the feet,

black like the charcoal.

She's like the ancients.

And, Audra, you eat good,
a lot of Greek food.

Grape leaves, I'll cook
them for you myself,

and then you get
nice and fat!

Like my Nora Nikiboo,

you'll be pretty, too!

And, Mrs. Barkley,
she's strong like the bull.

As soon as she come,

we going to have
the wedding right away!

I'm going
to have the priest!

And you never seen
the Greek wedding, huh?

-No.
-No.

Ah, something
big surprise.

You never see like
in your life.

They put the crown
this way, that way, change them.

Ah! You'll like
it very much!

Then we're going to have
the big party afterwards.

And I'm going to play
the bazooki,

and we're going to laugh
and sing and drink,

and everybody's welcome!

And you're welcome, too,
Senator Bridges.

And then maybe you and me
will do the Greek dance.

Eh? Ah!

[singing]

♪♪ [theme]