All language subtitles for S05E17 - Timepiece

[ theme music playing ]

♪♪

[ bell ringing ]

Whoa.

Amos, I'll be right down.

[ ringing continues ]

Hello, hello, hello!

Need a pot,

need a pan,

Amos Tyke is your man!

Need a needle,

need some thread,

need a knife
to cut your bread?

Need a dish, need a tray,

Amos Tyke is here today!

Amos, why don't you just
sell your merchandise
and cut out all that racket?

Well, that kind of racket
makes business.

You know, a fellow could
grow poor around here

trying to be noticed.

Well, gentlemen,
what can I do for you?

I've been thinking about
an African lion
to keep as a pet.

You'll have to get that
through the catalogue, sonny.

I could use a steam locomotive
and a couple boxcars to get
some cattle to market.

Three weeks be
soon enough?

Fine.
Just fine.

Well, howdy, Miss Elizabeth.
How's your grandpa?

He's fine, thank you.

I want four spools
of black thread,
number seven;

three yards of
two-inch ribbon, green;

and I'd like to see
your fancy buttons.

Now, that's the kind
of a gal I like.
She knows her own mind.

Now, just get
what you want,

and I'll check you up
when you're through.

You gentlemen like
to see my line

of used but still good
merchandise?

There you are.
A buntline special.

Ah, spurs. Make you
want to ride a horse.

Here's a fancy rig.

I'll let you
have that for $12.

Well, maybe eight
if I'm pressed.

Maybe four.

Maybe.

Now, here's
our gold watch.

Old but good.
Now, ain't that a beauty?

Sure is.

Now, here you are.
Look at there.

Solid silver cigar snipper.
Just what a man needs.

Here you are.
A gold toothpick.

Not used over-much.

Got it off a mining man
in Denver.

BETSY:
Will somebody help me?

Ribbon, yarn,Two bits, six bits,

needles,ten cents,

thread,ten cents,

buttons,fifty cents,

a new fry pan,dollar and a quarter.

and... and this
wicker basket.

No charge for
the wicker basket.Thank you.

And candles, a dime;
lace, a dollar.

That'll be...
$4.05, Miss Grainger.

I'll bring it
right down.

I'll carry these
up for you.

Nice watch.

Mm-hmm.
Yes, it is.

Man like you
ought to have a watch.Already got one.

Man like you
ought to have two.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, where I get
all of my goods.

Here and there.
$30.

That's pretty
steep, Amos.25?

I already got a watch.

What would I want
another one for?

I couldn't think of
selling it for
less than $20.

No.

[ Native American war whoops ]

[ shots firing ]

[ sobbing ]

[ child screams ]

♪♪

Morning, Stace.Yeah, it is.

That must be cold.
I'll heat it up.

That's okay.

You look a little puffy
around the eyes.

Were you out
all night?

Well, have a good breakfast.
Make you feel better.

Granddad?

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Why not?

Stacey, you didn't
have to bother.

I'd have left
if you'd asked me.

Got troubles?

Does this mean
anything to you?

Where'd you get it?

I bought it from
Amos Tyke yesterday.

Well?

For just a moment, it...

looked as though it might
be the watch I gave
your father years ago.

Isn't it?

Couldn't be.

You know what happened
to that watch.

I think it is,
and so do you.

♪♪ [music box]

Couldn't be.

There must've been
many watches
made like this.

That's my father's watch.

You mean, you want it
to be your father's watch.

Don't you, Stace?

[ child screams ]

[ war whoops ]

[ gunshots ]

[ woman gasps, sobs ]

[ mumbling ]

♪ There's riches
in this world ♪

♪ And there's men
who go for money ♪

♪ There's sweetness
in this world ♪

♪ And there's men
who go for honey ♪

♪ There's love in this world

♪ And there's men
who go for courtin' ♪

♪ There's danger
in this world ♪

♪ And there's men
who go for sportin' ♪

♪ But of all the things

♪ That I can find

♪ I'll take the money
every time ♪

Hey! Whoa!

Been looking over
half the county
for you.

Well, what'd I do now?

Nothing. I just
want to talk to you.

Well, that's flattering.

Any particular subject?

I happen to be a man
of rare education.

The watch I bought from you.

Oh, I'm sorry, son,
but all sales are final.

I don't want
my money back, Amos.
I like the watch.

Well, come up here
and sit in the shade.

Where'd you get it?

What?

Amos, now,
you know what.

Now, I bought that watch
good and legal,

even if I didn't give you
a bill of sale.

Where?
Try and remember.

Now, what's so all-fired
important about it?

It's a good watch.
It tells time.

Amos, I rode
a long, hard way
to find you.

Now, are we gonna talk,
or are you just gonna
give me a song and dance?

Well, I'm not responsible.
Now, we made a deal.

All right, we made a deal.
Now, where did you buy it?

Well, I didn't buy it.

I won it from a man
named Archer.In Texas?

Texas? No.

Out Colorado way,
near Denver.

Little town named
Las Animus.

Archer runs
a few head of cattle
on the outside of town.

Well, he was holding
three kings,

and he thought he had me,
and he kept raising the pot.

[ chuckling ]

Did he say
where he got it?

No, he was just holding
the three kings.

Are you sure
he didn't say?

Sure, I'm sure.

Oh, he said he'd
had it a long time,

and it was worth a fortune
in sentimental value.

Well, being kind of
a sentimental man myself,

I allowed him $15.

What's the matter.I was hoping you'd
know more about it.

Uh, was it worth more
than you paid me?

It's worth a fortune.

In sentimental value.

He had three kings,

but I was holding
a full house!

I'm gonna be leaving town
for a few days.

You asking or telling?

Both.

Well,

am I allowed to ask
where you're going?

Wherever this takes me.

Have you ever
had a dream,

a nightmare that keeps
coming back to you?

Well, I have,

ever since Mom and Dad
were killed.

Well, you had
a pretty rough time of it,

you and Elizabeth,

hidden in that storm cellar
with all that shooting
and yelling.

But if you were
having nightmares,
why didn't you tell me?

They went away...

until two nights ago.

The day you bought
that watch?

You said it might not
be his watch.

Maybe I just
wanted it to be.

But I've got to find out.

The only way I know how to
do that is to trace it back
the way it came.

And if you do,

you won't know
anything more

than what you now believe--
that it's his watch.

Maybe I will.

There's either something
wrong with the dream
or something missing from it.

There's always something
missing from a dream--

a face, a place, a thing.

No.

This is missing a...

a heartbeat,
if you want to
call it that.

It's as...
It's as if

you chopped down a tree,
and then you couldn't hear
any noise when it fell.

I've got to find out
what it is that's missing.

Maybe it's because
I'm your grandson.

Well, I guess
you have me there.

I can't really say
that's a bad way to be.

Then you approve?

I guess every man
has a right

to look backward
at least once

before he goes
forward again.

Jonathan Archer,
that's your watch!

The very one that was
stolen from you!

Stolen?Well, uh, uh,

it does look like it,
doesn't it, my dear?

Well, of course it is.
Where did you get
that watch, young man?

Now, don't you tear
yourself away from
your housework, my dear.

I'll take care
of the small matter
of the reward,

and it's cooler
outside anyhow.

It's boiling
hot outside.

Young man, have
a glass of lemonade.

I can't tell you
how grateful we are

that you're
returning it.

Well, I'm not
exactly returning it.

Oh?Uh, uh,

why don't you
let us take care
of this matter, dear?

Because I know you.
That's why.

What do you mean,
you're not returning it?
It's his watch.

Maybe it was,
but it's mine now.
I bought it.

Well, you bought it
from a thief.No, a peddler.

Well, then, the peddler
bought it from a thief.

Jonathan, call the sheriff.

Are you sure that
we need a sheriff, dear?

Well, of course we do,
if you want to get
the watch back.

I'm not so sure
you didn't steal it yourself.

Would I have come here
if I did?Why did you come here?

Yes, young man,
why did you come here?

Jonathan,
get the sheriff.

No, no, Jonathan,

don't leave me.

Any man that would
steal your watch
would steal your wife.

Now, wait a minute.

First of all,
I bought this watch.

And secondly,
your husband lost it
in a poker game.

Sorry, Mr. Archer.

Three kings?

A poker game?

Maybe you'd better
tell her what happened.

Well, uh, see,

I was in town, uh,
on this night,

and, uh, there, uh,

were some trail hands
that were passing through,

and, uh...

And the peddler,
Amos Tyke.

Well, uh, uh,

yeah, he was there.

And what about
the story you told me--

that you joined some
of your friends for
a drink in the saloon?

That was true, dear.

Three kings, Mr. Archer.

And then when
you got home,
your watch was gone.

Three kings lost
to a full house.

Sorry, Mr. Archer.

That's all you thought
of the present I gave you?

You bet it
on a poker hand!

I had three kings, dear.

I don't care
if you had all ten!

I saved two years
for that watch.

Bought it just
before we moved here.

I paid $15 for it.

I gave it to him
for his birthday.

Shows you what
he thought of it.
And me.

Well, now,
it isn't like

I lost it when
I first got it.

I had it for
almost five years.

Well, that
makes it worse.
And you lied to me.

MR. ARCHER:
I didn't think
you'd understand.

I don't understand.
[ sniffling ]

A brand-new watch
shipped all the way
from Boston, Massachusetts,

and you
gambled it away.

Excuse me, Mrs. Archer.
Did you say "brand-new"?

Well, of course
it was brand-new.

You don't think I'd
give Mr. Archer anything
secondhand, do you?

Even if he did
gamble it away.

I'm sorry.

It looks like I made
a mess out of things
for nothing.

If you bought it new,
then it's not the watch
I thought it was.

Are you sure
it's the same one?

Yes.

Yes, this is the watch.

I bought it at Potter's
General Store in Tulsa.

Uh, Mrs. Archer,
how long have you
been wearing spectacles?

A little over a year.
Is there anything
wrong with that?

No, uh...

How long did you need them
before you actually got them?

What a question to ask!

It's important, Mrs. Archer.
It's very important.

Hannah's been blind
as a bat for years,

only, she wouldn't
admit it.

"Blind as a bat"?

Oh, Jonathan Archer,
how dare you

say a thing like that
in front of a stranger?Hannah--

Your own wife,
in your own home!Now, Hannah--

You say a terrible
thing like that

in front of somebody
that I've hardly ever
laid my eyes on!

Good morning.Good morning.

You Mr. Potter?

What can I do for you?

Oh, that's
a nice-looking watch.

It's old-fashioned,
but it's nice.

You looking to sell it?Have you ever seen
that before, Mr. Potter?

No, can't say
that I have.

Uh, you sold it
to a Mrs. Archer

on her way
to Colorado.

I don't remember.

About five years ago?

Oh, you don't expect me to
remember that far back, do you?

It was a used watch,
Mr. Potter.
You sold it as new.

You should remember that.Are you trying to
tell me something, son?

I don't care how you sold it
or how much you got for it.

My interest is
in where it came from.

Well, if it was here, ever,

it came from Boston, Mass,

like all my watches.

Not this one.
Think hard, Mr. Potter.

I don't know
what your game is,

but our sheriff takes
a dim view of swindles.

It came from Texas,
didn't it?

Boston.

It's not a bad-looking
timepiece.

What'll you
take for it?

It's not for sale.

If you're not
gonna help me out,
I'll have it back.

Now, don't be too hasty.
I'll make you a good deal.

No deal.
I'll have it back.

Give me the watch.

You'll have the law
on you if you don't--Something wrong?

Are you all right,
Uncle Rafe?

Yeah. It's just
a little misunderstanding.

I'll have
my property back now.

Help yourself.

What did he want?

Just some trail bum
looking to skin me.

Find it?No.

We'd better get
out of here.

[ knock at door ]

Can I talk to you?

Where's your two friends?

What friends?

Come in.

Yesterday
in my uncle's store,

you had a watch.

May I see it?

Your friends weren't
lying to you.

They didn't get it from me.

You see, I left it
right here.

Do you always
talk in riddles?

Do you always do
your uncle's dirty work?

What do you mean?Dirty work.

Or am I wrong in
assuming that you figure
you can accomplish

what a couple
of men couldn't?

Does it play a song?

♪♪

Boy, your uncle must sure
want that watch pretty bad.

I don't understand.

He tried to buy it from me,

a couple of men tried
to take it from me,

and I still can't figure out
what you're trying to do.

I'm trying not
to look like a...

in front of
a perfect stranger.

But I shouldn't have worried
about it, because you're
just too self-centered

and you're just
too rude to care!

And you're in my hotel room
holding my watch

and very possibly
putting on a pretty good act.

I wish I knew you better...

so I could dislike you more!

All right.
Maybe we'd better
start all over again.

Would you care
to sit down?

No, thank you.

Suit yourself.

What do you know
about the watch?

It used to be mine.

Oh?
When was that?

Ever since
I can remember.

Would you like to
explain that?

Why should I?

Look, I've already
apologized

for my attitude
when you came in,

so don't you think we could
try to be a little civil
towards each other?

You call that an apology?

"Shouldn't we start
over again"-- is that
your idea of an apology?

All right.
I apologize.

Accepted.

Thank you.

When I was
just a child,

I was brought to this town
by a father I never knew.

All I owned was
the clothes on my back...

and this watch.

This was my home
from the time
I was four years old.

Till my step-pa
and step-ma died.

Then Uncle Rafe
took me in.

You don't even know
your real name?

The Cowans
called me Elaine.

That was real enough,
I guess.

Whenever I asked
who my father was,
they said,

"Better for you not to know,"
so I just stopped asking.

So you spent
your whole life

just going from one set
of step-parents to another, huh?

Oh, it's not that bad.

Just a little bit shadowy.

That watch is the only part

of my background that
I'm really sure of.

I remember,

as a child,

I used to slip into
Mr. Cowans' room
and open the desk.

The watch was there.
I'd listen to the song.

It was my secret time.

I used to wear it
in my pocket

and pretend I was
all grown up.

The watch was bigger
than I was.

And as I grew,
the watch got smaller

and more important.

And then it was gone.

You still think
I'm making up a story.

It's possible.

I don't know why I bothered
to bring you out here.

You wouldn't believe a landslide
if a mountain fell on your head.

All right, all right.

When you found out
the watch was missing,
did you ask about it?

Yes, I asked.
Mr. Cowan said

he had it safe for me
until I was grown,

and he and my step-mother
died before I found out
where it was.

I looked through everything,
but I never found it.

Not until
you showed up.

Why was I robbed last night?

Could be some of our
lower-class citizens thought
you were good pickings.

Mm, no, I was half out,
but I heard them.

They were looking for
the watch, all right.

Maybe they saw you with it.

Maybe.

Maybe not.
There's still Rafe Potter.

He lied himself
blue in the face
when I was in his store.

He knew the watch.

I don't see
how he could.

And even if he did,
why wouldn't he admit it?

Maybe he'll tell you.

You're making
a mistake, Elaine.

Then it's my mistake,
and I'm entitled to it.

All right.

I knew the watch right off.
There was no question.

It's been on
my mind for years, how
I passed it off as new.

Then why lie about it?I don't know.

I guess I thought that the lady
found out about it somehow.

After five years?

Well, there was
another reason.

Your step-daddy brought
that watch to me.

Told me to sell it
on my next buying trip.

"Sell it someplace
far away," he said.

So I... I sold it
to the lady

who couldn't see so good.

I figured she was going
far enough away.

That still doesn't
explain the lie.

Now, why should
I let you find out

that he sold your watch
without your knowledge
or consent?

And don't you go getting
any bad feelings toward him
because of that either.

He had good reasons.What were they?

You see, you'd stopped
asking him who your daddy was,

but then he knew that as long
as that watch was around,

you'd think
about it.

And he wanted to
bring you up good, without
any worries on that score.

He wanted you to
forget about it.

Hmm.

And I did too.

Till now.

I knew this would happen.

It's just like I said.

Now, why don't you
just ride away

now that you've
stirred up
a hornet's nest.

You have no idea at all
where your father
got the watch?

How could I?
I don't even
remember him.

Well, I guess
that's that, then.

I had to give it
a try, though.

So do I now.

I haven't thought
about it for years.

But now
it's bothering me--

what my real name is,
what he was like.

Stacey, my father--

my real father--

is the next link
in that chain
you're following.

Why don't you stay around
for a while?

Maybe between the two of us,
I can get a line on my pa,

and it would give you
another line on the watch.

Well, we'd have to stop
insulting each other,

at least for
a little while.

I'm willing to try
if you are.

All right,
you've got a deal.

Come on.

All right, they're gone.

Took you long enough.

What was I supposed
to say to them?

"Excuse me while
I pay off the two
nice fellows

who robbed you
last night"?

Here.

I still
want that watch.Why?

"Uncle Thatcher."

No, couldn't be him.
He's old enough to
be my granddad.

"Samuel Cowan
married this day

to Isabel MacDougal."

No, couldn't be
them either.

They had a house full
of kids. No reason
to give one away.

"Elaine Cowan,
taken as daughter."

That's me.

The last entry.

It had to be a relative.

Who else but a relative would
come riding out of the night,
leave a child,

and have the Cowans
take it in?

Yeah.

Could there be a relative
not listed there?

No, they're all here.

Every cousin,
removed or not,

all accounted for.

Oh, you young folks still
fussing with that stuff?

Mm-hmm.It's getting late.

Another little while,
Uncle Rafe.

You can go to bed
if you want.
I'll lock up the house.

Uh, think I'll take
a little walk first.

Put it out of
your head, Stace.

He's a good man.

He was a close friend
of the Cowans?

Real close.

Why didn't he know
who your father was?

He said my step-pa
never would say.

I believe him.

Elaine,

Rafe took you in because
he was a close friend.

How about the Cowans?

Maybe they took you in
from a close friend
instead of a blood relative.

Most of their closest friends
live right here in town.

Wait a minute.

It's funny how you
keep stuff like this--

worthless
dust-collectors.

No reason.

Except...

Except they belong to
people you love.

Ah, here it is.What?

It's a letter
from Mary Lou Baldwin.

Who's she?

I don't know.

Maybe it doesn't matter,
but listen.

"I know you mean
only the best for me,

and I think of you
with fondness
for your advice,

but I love him,
and I will be his wife.

It may be many long years
before fate shall deem

that we shall see
each other again,

but I shall always
think of you

with deep affection

as my very best friend.

Mary Lou Baldwin."

If I had a very best friend,

I might take in her child.

Where was the letter from?

Why, from here.

Is there anyone around
who would remember the name
of the man she left with?

Maybe Doc.

Thought you said
he was retired.

Not on Thursday
afternoons.

[ puppy whimpering ]

MAN:
No broken bones.

Thrombosis.

Respiration fine.

Pulse normal.

Spring fever.

Now, you
keep him quiet,
keep him warm,

hug him
every two hours.

Bring him back Thursday.

Hello, Jeb.[ frog croaks ]

MacTavish
moping around again?

Oh, no big trouble.

You just change his name
to Mrs. MacTavish,

and let MacTavish have
his babies in peace.

Howdy, Doc.
My friend Stacey Grainger.

Next.

Don't mean to
disturb you, Doc.Well, then, don't.

But it's important.

Say, look.

Next time you
get in a fight,

don't pick on a horse.

We need some
information, Doc,

about a girl
who lived in this town
a long time ago.

Well, I expect
I brought her
into the world,

just like everybody
else in this town.

Except you.

[ puppy whimpering ]

Stop fidgeting.

Her name was
Mary Lou Baldwin.

Hmm. Puny.

Weighed a little
over four pounds.

Measles, mumps,
broke a big toe
falling out of a tree.

[ puppy whines ]

You keep fidgeting,
you can change
your own bandage.

She ran off
with a man.

Everybody in town
knows that.

Broke her mother
and father's heart.

Nothing much a physician
can do about that.

What was the name
of the man she
ran away with?

None of your business.
I don't like gossip.

It's not gossip.
I have to find out
about her.

Marriage name was Tyrell.

As much good
as that does.

Do you know
where they went?What do you want to know for?

We want to find
the man.

Well, I got a letter from her
from Abilene, Texas.

Wanted to know about her folks.
It was a little late for that.

All right, take him home.

Don't let him eat off
his bandage.

Okay.

Did she ever have
any children?

I don't rightfully know.

I just heard from her
just that once.

She got a touch of the fever
when she was 12.

Big toe never did
heal right.

She was a pretty
little baby,

even if she was puny.

Thanks, Doc.

I love you.

Next.

Abilene, Texas?

I'll start right away.

Not alone, you don't.

It's a pretty hard trip
on the trail.

Do you think I'm gonna
let you have all this fun
by yourself?

You got yourself
a full-time partner.

MAN:
Well, here she is.

Born Mary Lou Baldwin.
Come from Tulsa.

Died leaving
a husband,

little four-year-old
girl named Elaine.

Tyrell rode off
with the little girl
right after she died.

Never seen either one
of them since.

How come all this
new interest in her?

First those
two young people.
Now you.

What else did
you tell 'em?

How come
you want to know?

That $5 in your hand
puts that question
out of order.

What else?

Well, nothing special.

Told 'em how Tyrell
was away a lot,

leaving his wife
and little girl alone.

Told 'em how
he came back one day

and found himself
a widower.

Neighbor looking after
his little daughter.

Did you tell 'em
anything else about Tyrell?

Nothing much to tell,

except he had trading
business with the Indians--
Comanches, they were.

Do you know where
the Comanches are now?

Yeah.

On the reservation,
up near the Stockton Plateau.

You made sure to tell 'em
that too, didn't you?

Well, they asked me.

Tyrell, Tyrell...

No, I don't recall
a Tyrell being licensed

to come on to
the reservation.

Well, it was a while back--
about 12 years ago.

Oh, well, the reservation's
only nine years old.

I've only been here
four myself.

Mess. A complete mess.
Look at this.

Every time I start
getting it straightened out,

why, they want more
flour, gunpowder,

blankets...
[ grumbling ]

If they'd only let me
get organized.

Maybe we can
ask around for him.Hmm-mm.

Maybe somebody will
remember him.No.

No, the reservation's
too big. It could
take us weeks.

Besides, the only way
your father could've
got that watch

is from the Indian that
took it from my father.

How far back
do your records go?

Oh, we have
lots of records,
believe me.

We've got more records
than blankets or flour.

It seems to me
that all of the
Indian agents here,

that's all they ever did
was keep records
and histories and things.

There was a Comanche war
about 16 years ago.

You have any
history on it?

Comanche war.
Let me see here.

Comanche war,

16 years ago.

That would be
eighteen hundred and, uh...

Here. Here it is.

The, uh,
the critical battle

was fought on
Bulging Flat.

Cavalry under
the command of--

The group that raided
between the North Concho
and Middle Concho rivers--

do you know
who they were?

Let's see.
Major battles.

Major battles,
minor battles...

Let's see,
Skirmishes...

Nothing listed here
about raids.

Hey, maybe in
operational areas, huh?

I'll take a look up here.
Yeah, here.

Yeah, yeah, here.
Here we are.

This'll be it.
Operational areas.

Let's see.
Concho, Concho...

Ah. Ah-ha-ha.
Here, here.

Operational area,
Troop Two.

North and Middle Conchos
against Swift Wolf.

Swift Wolf?

Yeah. He's, uh...

He's down here
in the, uh,

down here in the south
of the...

Right... Right down
about in here.

I, uh, I suppose
you'd like to
talk to him.

Please.

Well, uh,

I'll have to make
papers out for you.

The other file room.

I'll be right back.
Now, please, make
yourselves comfortable.

Yes.

You know, I have a feeling
we're getting very close.

Stace, what's wrong?

Stace?

Swift Wolf...

I never even thought
of them as having names.Who?

Maybe I never even
thought of them as
being human beings.

You mean the Indians?

I mean the men who killed
my mother and father.

Stacey,
you're not thinking...

Of what? Revenge?

I don't know.

I wasn't thinking of it.
It isn't why I came.

But here I am,
and there must be
a reason for it.

Not to kill someone.

I can't see you
doing that.

All I can see is
the darkness of that cellar,

and up above, the...

I'm afraid we're lost.

Tell us where
we can find
the Indian village.

You're not lost.

You'll find no tepees
or lodges here.

The Comanche
is now rooted

to this miserable
piece of ground.

Tell us where we can find
your chief, Swift Wolf.

I am Swift Wolf.

You bring your woman
to hear the talk of men?

It concerns her.

A long time ago,
there was--

I will not speak
of the past.

We have to.I do not have to.

I do not talk of yesterday.

It brings to mind
the pain of today.

I'm looking for--Stacey...

I'm looking
for my father.

Among Indians?

He traded with you
many years ago.
His name was Tyrell.

Please.
I haven't seen him
since I was a child.

Is he here now?

Who would be here
who did not have to be?

He traded with us.

Once he returned
from far away

and said
his woman was dead,

and he mourned.

I told him to bring his daughter
here to live with us,
but he did not.

He went away.

I thought his daughter
went with him.

No, I was given to
another family.

Did you ever hear
from him again?

Once,

many seasons ago,

he heard the Comanche
was hungry.

He sent grain and meat.From where?

I only know
the grain arrived.

The agent should have
a record of it.

We'll have to go
back there and see him.

If you see your father,

tell him I was
thinking about him.

There's something else.

Sixteen years ago--Again you speak
of the past.

A party of Comanches
raided a small ranch house
and killed a man and a woman.

There were many
such raids.

This was a ranch that lay

between the forks
of the Concho Rivers.

There was a vineyard
behind the house.

I want to know
who attacked it.Why?

You are here for
more than information.

I'm looking for the braves--

There are braves no longer
among the Comanches.

I am the chief.
I was responsible.

That's not good enough.
I want to talk to
the men who were there.

Then speak.

I don't believe you.

You would prefer
a younger man
and stronger,

with two good arms
and war paint?

The time for that
is past!

It was a small house,

with many trees
put in the earth
by the settler.

We had come for horses,
not scalps.

We left the man and woman
wounded but alive.

My parents were dead.

Of their wounds, maybe,
after we left.You're lying!

a man child
and a little girl
child hiding.

The man child
standing over her
to protect her.

On his face,
a fierce expression.

I spared their lives

to honor the courage
of the man child.

Maybe I should've
killed him then

so he would not later come
to claim my life.

I don't want your life.

It is well.

You cannot
bring back the dead.

Not yours, not mine.

Stace, what now?

I have to go on.

We'll see Williams
in the morning.

You don't have to take me.

I'm sure you're anxious
to get home.

I don't want to leave you
on the trail alone.

I'm glad.

I'd miss your company.

That's been the only good
part about this whole trip.

♪♪

All of the trading licenses
on this reservation

are granted
from Washington.

Well, a friend of mine said
there was business
to be done here.

Only through Washington,

though I must say
these Comanches
haven't much money.

In fact, they're rather poor.

I saw a young couple here.
Looked like they was
doing some trading.

Couple? Oh.

They're not trading.
They only wanted to

talk to one
of the chiefs.That so?

Oh, what they hope
to learn from Swift Wolf,
I don't know.

Swift Wolf?One of the chiefs.

Now, you'll have to
write to Washington

and ask for the papers
to fill in.

Of course, you'll need a form
to request the papers.

I've got it here someplace.
Just a minute, now.

No. Nope, not in there.

Where did I put that thing?

[ war whoops ]

[ gunshots ] [ woman sobbing ]

Stace, what is it?
Stace!

It wasn't your hand!

It was a white man's.

It was Tyrell's,
wasn't it?

I thought an Indian
had taken this watch
and then traded it to him.

But it was just the other
way around, wasn't it?I do not know.

You know.
You said you left
my parents alive.

But I heard the shots
that killed 'em.

He shot 'em, and then
he took this watch.

And a lot more too.

I heard the wagon
being loaded--
Tyrell's wagon!

Or is the brave Comanche
just another scavenger?

Be careful
what you say.

Then tell me how
Tyrell got this watch.

Did a brave trade it to him,
or did your brother
just take it?

What are you gonna do?
Stacey, what are you
gonna do?

I'm gonna find me
a murderer.No!

Yes, a murderer.
Somebody who would go in

and kill two wounded people
and then loot their house!

You don't know
that's true.

I'll stake my life on it.

Because now I know
why I'm here.

Why I've been willing
to follow this watch
wherever it took me.

Now I know what that dream's
been trying to make me remember
ever since I was a kid--

that it wasn't Indians
that killed my parents,
it was a renegade white.

And if he's still alive,
I'm gonna find him.

[ sobbing ]
It was my father!

He doesn't mean
anything to you.

You don't know him
and you don't love him.He's my father!

But he doesn't mean
anything to you.

And he means
a lot to me.

♪♪

You've got to understand.

All these years,
thinking about him.

Wondering who he was
and what he was like.

I can't find him now
only to have you
take him away.

I can't let you
do that!

I mean it, Stacey.
I'm...

You want to come along
with me in the morning,
you're welcome to ride along.

Don't plan any long,
drawn-out reunions.

♪♪

All right,
where'd she go?Who?

Mr. Williams, I am
hot, tired, and thirsty.

I have just come
from a very long,
disagreeable walk,

and I do not have time
for a lot of questions
and answers.

Where is she?I still don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh. Oh, excuse me. I...

Oh, dear.

"Babies, bear skins,

blankets, beef."

Oh, no. "Beef" goes
before "blankets."

Mr. Williams,
a girl came in here
asking questions

about a shipment of food
sent to Swift Wolf
several years ago.

Now, where did you
send her?

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

I probably am.
Now, where did
you send her?

Your horse is out back
where she left it.

You'll never catch up
with her. She's-- She's
long ahead of you...

Mr. Williams, I am
losing my patience.

Look, you're molesting
an agent of the federal
government.

The penalty is--Don't bother to tell me.

It would take all day,
and I don't have the time.

If she doesn't
want to marry you,
you can't force her.

And her Uncle Silas
won't help you either.
She told me everything.

She told you a lie.

You have the lead to
a murderer, and I'm
gonna get it out of you.

I don't have time for
long explanations, so you'd
better come up with it quick!

Houston.
Big merchant.

Name of Silas Graham.
Ask anybody.

Thank you, Mr. Williams.

♪♪

You're welcome.

I'm not sorry.

I didn't think
you would be.

I'd have gotten there first
if my horse hadn't gone lame.

Yeah, but he did,
didn't he?

Have a nice walk
to Houston.
[ clicks tongue ]

Stace?

Don't leave me alone.

You didn't mind being alone
as long as I was back there.

I'm scared.

Scared?

You pulled a gun on me,

sneaked out of camp,
stole my horse.

I'm lucky you didn't try
to brain me with a rock
before you left.

I thought of it.

Well, what stopped you?

Certainly no concern
for my skull.

No, there was
no rock handy.

Now, just keep
out of my way.

I've got a lot
of walking to do.

Wait a minute.

Just a little stone
in his hoof.

He's fine now.

Thank you.

I told you before you could
come along with me.

I'll make the offer again,
only I want a promise
this time.

No tricks.Don't feel sorry for me.

I don't.

I was just brought up better
than to leave a girl alone
on a trail.

♪♪

Now, stop talking
and let's go.

Aren't you ever gonna
talk to me again?

You know,

when I was little
and boys used to
pull my hair

and try to frighten me,

I only knew one way
to defend myself.

I didn't talk to them.

We're not children
anymore now, Stace.

I know.

Well?

I think we've said
everything that...

there is to say.

Did we? Oh.

That's too bad.

It was nice
for a while--

the two of us
setting off

in an adventure
into the past.

It was exciting and warm

[ chuckles ]
and, well, nice.

Wasn't it?

Yeah.

And that's too bad.

You know,

through the years,
a girl has a lot of
fellers calling on her.

Oh, they go through all
the proper procedures
and the manners,

and they call her
Miss Cowan.

They drink lemonade
on your front porch.

[ chuckles ]
Later,

maybe they hold your hand
or even try to kiss you.

You're just trying
each other out,
I guess,

and the goal is marriage.

But with us,
it was different.

We had a different goal.

We had something
more important
than holding hands,

and it made me want to hold
your hand more than anything
else in the world.

Don't talk
like that, Elaine.

And you're not gonna
change anything.

Give me your hand, Stace.

Please?

♪♪

Let's walk away from this.

Let's go back home.

No.

I can't.

Then I'll go with you.

Whatever happens,
it'll never be the same.

You hurt me, Stace.

You hurt both of us.

♪♪

Stacey, please?
This may be
our last chance.

He either knows
who your father is
or he doesn't.

It shouldn't take us
long to find out.

Yes?Mr. Graham?

I'm Silas Graham.

My name's Grainger.
This is Elaine Cowan.

Can we talk to you?

Come in.

Won't you have a seat?

Now, what can
I do for you?

A couple of years ago,

a man named Tyrell
arranged with you

to have some provisions
sent to the Comanches.

Yes, he did.

You know where
he is now?No.

You're sure?

Yes, of course.

That was the only one time
we had any business
dealings together.

How?

I'm not sure I'm ready to
discuss it with the young man.

You want to find him.
I think I'd like to
know why.

It's a personal matter.

In other words,
you want information,

but you're not
willing to give any.

I'm his daughter.

Then why are you
looking for him?
Is he missing?

Oh, I haven't seen him
in almost 16 years.

I didn't know he was
my father until recently.Really?

If you know where he is,
we'd appreciate any help
you can give us.

I sense a sort of anger
in you, Mr. Grainger.

You sure you don't
know where he is?No.

You must have some records,
an old address, anything.

There might be some records
in my office.

May we see them?

Excuse me for
a moment, please.

♪♪

Well?They don't know a thing.

Are you sure?I'm certain of it, Rafe.

Now, why don't
you go home?

I'll take care of things
from here on out.

Silas, they've traced
that watch all the way
from Wyoming.

To a dead end.
Take my word for it.

Now, you go on home.
Leave the rest to me.

All right.

Silas, please
be careful.

Go on out
the back way.

Now, where were we?

Said you might have
an old address of his.

That's right.
But I'm not yet convinced
that you should know.

I smell trouble
in you, Mr. Grainger,

and I don't know
whether I want to take
the responsibility

for passing that trouble
on to someone else.

I want Tyrell for murder.

You a lawman?No.

Well, what gives you
the right to track him down?

He killed my father.

I see.

It seems strange that you
should be hunting your father
to bring him to justice.

Do you hate him?

I don't even know him.

I want to see him.

You realize that if you find
Tyrell with young Grainger
here at your side,

you won't have him
very long.

Just what brought the two
of you together anyway?

All right, now,
wait a minute.

You're not asking all
these questions just
because you're curious.

You know where
he is, don't you?

He's my friend.
I swore I'd never tell.

Where is he?He'd kill me--
both of us!

I said, where is he?Don't you realize

that life means
nothing to Rafe?
He's a...

Rafe?

Rafe Potter.

You never suspected?

Never.

The watch.

That's why he wanted it.
'Cause he knew it'd
lead to him.

He never told me.
Stace, where are
you going?

Where do you think?

No!

Uncle Rafe.

That was very
clever, Silas.

And it would've
worked too.

One simple,
thoughtless slip,
and I'm dead!

Why didn't you
tell me?

Because it isn't so.
He's your father.

He's lying! He knows
you're gonna kill him
unless he convinces you--

And what better reason
to tell them someone else
is Tyrell?

Roll up your sleeve,
Potter.Why?

If you're Tyrell,
you'll know why.

All right, son.

There wouldn't be
much point in it.

I don't know
what I have to do

to prove to you that
I never murdered anyone,

but if you give me the chance,
I know I can do it.

It wasn't that
I didn't care for you.

Many times I wanted
to come and see you,

to talk to you.

you know, it really
hasn't been easy--
my life.

♪♪

We were partners
a long time ago.

He looted,
brought me the stuff,
and I sold it.

[ sniffling ]Elaine...

Don't cry for him.

Hello, hello, hello!

You need a cup,
you need a dish,

Amos Tyke will
grant your wish!

Need a scythe,
need a hoe,

need a ribbon
to tie a bow,

need a bucket
for the well,

Amos Tyke is
here to sell!

Amos.

Well, how's all
the Graingers?

Well, Miss Elizabeth,
you got your list?

Don't need much
today, Amos.

You just browse
around, missy.
No charge.

That's a fine, pretty
jacket, Amos.

Well, I can let you
have that for $12, John.

No, no.

The pants go
for five.

I hear you've been
down in Los Animus

visiting the Archers.

How'd you know?

Well, I saw 'em
myself this trip.

Mrs. Archer sure
was mad at him,

but I fixed it up right.

I sold him a nice set
of candlesticks for
her birthday.

That should make
her happy.

Oh, she's a right
friendly woman.

She poured me
some lemonade,

and we sat up half
the night visiting.

What's that?

Well, now, those are
the candlesticks
I sold her.

You see, she held
three kings,

and I was
sitting there holding--

You played cards
with her?

Oh, she's a real
friendly woman,

and she plays a real
game of cards too,

but she had those
three kings, and...

Amos, how much
would all this be?

Well, let's see--
15, 10, 65,

12, a dollar
and a dime...

That will be $2.12.

But I was holding
an ace-high straight.

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