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- Shall we ? |
- Let's. |
Hello, there! |
Happy morn to ya! |
And a good mornin' to you all too ! |
Say, you wouldn't happen to be... the Wilks brothers, now, would ya? |
- Yes. |
- No ! |
- No. |
- My name is Blodgett, Dr. Alexander Blodgett. |
This here is Franciscus, uh, |
Adolphus and Jim. |
- Oh, shoot. |
- Adolphus ? |
- I reckon it don't matter. |
They already missed it anyways. |
- Missed ? |
What ? |
Was an, um, economic opportunity they missed, huh ? |
Oh, ho ho ! |
No, no, no. |
They'll get the money and the property all right, but... they missed the death of their brother Peter Wilks... down at Phelps Landing. |
He died. |
Last night. |
- Too bad. |
- So sad. |
Yup. |
He said he ain't seen his two brothers... in more than 20 years. |
Yeah ? |
So, uh, why did you think we was them ? |
Well, one of the brothers, the preacher ? |
He's a lot older. |
And the one that's deaf and dumb... he's a lot younger, see. |
So when I saw you two, I just reckoned maybe-- |
- Are you leaving the area for a while ? |
- I'm goin' to New Orleans. |
Well, methinks this calls for a small libation! |
- Ha ha ha ha ! |
- I'll drink to that ! |
Right this way, my gold-toothed friend ! |
We in trouble, Huck. |
The King and the Duke found out... that the dead guy's brothers lived over in England. |
They hadn't had much time to get the letter... and might not have gotten it at all. |
So those two rat bags grilled that flathead... about everything and everybody in his village, right down to the damn dog next door. |
- Woof! |
- Mighty smart of ya ! |
Mighty smart of ya. |
Was Peter Wilks well off? |
Oh, he was, uh, he was as rich as King Soromon himself. |
I tell you,Jim, the hand of providence is bound to take a swing at them two. |
And knowin' them, they'll duck. |
How are you at playing a preacher ? |
- How are you at playin' deaf and dumb ? |
- Pardon ? |
- Heh heh heh heh heh ! |
- Ha ha ha ha ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
- Cheers. |
- Cheers. |
Attention, passengers! |
jubilee leaving for Phelps Landing in 1 5 minutes! |
Do I have to wear this? |
Wanted to learn a trade, didn't ya ? |
- Why can't we just wait here ? |
- Because I don't trust ya. |
You'd hightail it for sure, and we need to leave this raft here for our getaway. |
Besides, we'll be more convincing... after we arrive with an innocent young boy as our valet. |
Who you callin' innocent ? |
Look, you wouldn't want us to accidentally turn in... your runaway slave friend, now, would ya ? |
Come on. |
Play along with us for a couple of days. |
We'll give ya 1 0 percent. |
20. |
- 1 5. |
- Deal. |
- You never looked better! |
- I have too looked better! |
- You're beautiful ! |
- I feel ridiculous! |
- Hey, King ! |
- Yeah ? |
- Let's go buy those tickets. |
- All right. |
- Be right back. |
- Shoo! |
Shoo, fly! |
Shoo ! |
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ! |
Funny, Huck. |
Very funny. |
What in hell's bells are you supposed to be ? |
The King said I was a Swahili warrior. |
Even taught me some Swahili, or what he said was Swahili. |
- Sounded like a pig in heat to me. |
- Hee hee. |
I'd poked around a little... and found out that a steamboat was leavin'... from Phelps Landing the day after tomorrow... and heading'all the way up to Cairo. |
So all we had to do was put up with them rat bags for two more days, then it was off to freedom. |
Uh, begging your pardon on this, can any of you good people tell me... where Mr. Peter Wilks lives ? |
I'm looking for Mr. Peter Wilks. |
Get out of the way, for heaven's sake. |