- Poor old man your horse will die
and we say so and we know so
oh poor old man your horse will die.. for
Phineas, Phineas where's my damn drink boy?
Worthless... worthless.
- Happy whiskey, Sir.
- How long does it take? - Sorry, Sir.
I tell you you're good for nothing.
What are you good for?
- What am I good for? I have succeeded where you failed.
- What?
What is this insolence... what.
- They say poison is for snakes.
Cunning creatures that hide in the shadows.
Their venom paralyzes their prey rendering their victims helpless.
Much like the way you must feel right now Master.
But, allow me to finish answering your question,
I am good for a great many things for fetching your drinks
for tending to your disgusting existence.
But above all, I am good for succeeding where you could not.
Yes.
I have uncovered the secrets of the hereafter.
I have gained the knowledge that bridges the living and the dead.
And you Sir, have the esteemed privilege
of being my first subject.
You are under my control.
You will heed every word of my command.
You are free.
[wind noise]
[chanting]
yes, yes, yes
Yes.
What do you see?
Tell me!
Tell me all of the secrets!
[loud music]
[train whistle in the distance]
you