:49:19
- Where are you going with the money?
- Hush now.
:49:25
Remember? A ray of the dying sun
touches the tops of the mountains...
:49:30
that seem bathed in blood...
:49:32
and then the peaks throw shadows
down to the bottom of the valley.
:49:37
And in the blue sky,
a hawk glides wide and easy.
:49:41
- Wings clipping the air?
- Yeah.
:49:54
Not that horse again.
:50:48
Here's the money, grandpa.