:51:01
Whoa, hound.
:51:08
(Thunder)
:51:10
Sweet summer rain.
:51:15
Like God's own mercy.
:51:18
Your two friends
have abandoned you, Pete.
:51:21
They don't seem to care
about your hide.
:51:24
(Man laughs)
:51:25
(Thunder)
:51:28
OK.
:51:35
Stairway to heaven, Pete.
:51:40
We shall all meet by and by.
:51:42
God damn it!
:51:44
(Laughter)
:51:46
God forgive me!
:51:48
Hold.
:51:52
(Thunder)
:52:00
Believe me, Delmar, he would
have wanted us to press on.
:52:04
Pete, rest his soul,
was one sourass son of a bitch
:52:08
and not given to pointless
sentimentality.
:52:11
It don't seem right getting
the treasure without him.
:52:14
Maybe it's for the best
he was squished.
:52:17
Why, he...was barely
a sentient being and...
:52:20
when we clean up and
get a little smellum in our hair,
:52:23
we're gonna feel
100% better about ourselves
:52:26
and about...life in general.
:52:29
(Convicts singing)
:52:31
Must be near Parchment Farm.
:52:34
Sorry sons of bitches.
:52:36
Seems like a year ago
we busted off the farm.
:52:39
(Convicts singing)
:52:48
Pete got a brother?
:52:49
Not that I'm aware.
:52:55
Heat must be getting to me.
:52:57
(Horse neighs)