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Why, thank you for the compliment, sir.
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All right, enough.
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We're gonna figure out who's who right here and now, and nobody's goin' nowhere until we do.
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Well, they sailed into the investigation, hour in and hour out, the King tellin' one story and Harvey Wilks another.
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But no one knew nothin' about England, so they couldn't figure out who was lyin'.
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Although most people were comin' to believe they both was.
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I got it !
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I got it !
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I can prove I'm Harvey Wilks and these men frauds !
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Why didn't I think of it sooner?
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Now, who here helped lay out my brother- the late Peter Wilks-- in his coffin ?
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Hmm ?
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- They did!
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Me and Abe here dressed him up and layed him out ourselves.
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All right, then.
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Perhaps you can tell me what was tattooed on Peter's breast.
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Come on!
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Come on, out with it!
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We want to hear it!
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- Out with it !
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- Yeah !
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All right, all right.
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I can tell you what was tattooed on his breast, all right.
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You'd have to look real close to notice it.
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Just tell us what the tattoo is about !
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Come on, out with it!
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Tell him !
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- Come on !
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- Get to it !
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It was a small... thin... blue...
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- arrow!
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- Arrow?
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- Yes !
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There !
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You all heard what he said ?
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- Yeah!
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Did you see any such mark ?
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- Nope.
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- Nope.
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You fraud !
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That's right, because there isn't any blue arrow.
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Peter had his initials tattooed on his breast, the letters " P" and "W".
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Well, come on, then!
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Isn't that what you saw ?
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I didn't see any tattoo, did you ?
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I never noticed no tattoo at all !
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They're all frauds !
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- I say we tar 'em !
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- Yeah !
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- I say we shoot 'em !
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- Yeah!
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- I say we hang 'em !
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- Yeah !
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Hang 'em !
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Hang all of'em !
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Gentlemen !
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Gentlemen !
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There is one way to see which pair is the real Wilks brothers, or if neither of them is !
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Let's dig up the corpse !
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Yeah !
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To the cemetery !
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We've got the tar !
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Well ?
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Dig it up !
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- Hey, we found it, doc !
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- They hit it !
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All right, heave!
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Won't be long now, Deputy Hines!
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- Push it!
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Push it!
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- Got it ?
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- Almost got it!
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Push!
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- Eeewwhh !
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- Oh !
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My good God !
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There's gold in there !
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Aah !
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It's the Wilks' gold !
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We'd best be goin', Jim !
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Huck ?
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I thought you'd have your neck stretched by now !
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I'm a little quicker than that.
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- Why, Huck ?
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- Why, what ?
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Why'd ya come and get me ?
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'Cause you're my friend,Jim.
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Oh, come on.
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Now, let's get to that steamboat!
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- Come on !
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- It's the boy with that runaway slave !
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- Hit the trail!
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- Get 'em !
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Fire !
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Aah!
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Unh!
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You all right, Huck ?
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I just tripped.
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I'm all right.
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Keep goin' !
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