All language subtitles for S05E29 - The Strange Quest of Claire Bingham

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Everything alright
out at Shiloh?

Mm-hm.

Good feeding range this year?

Mm-hm.

Who do you figure's gonna
win the election?

Mm-hm.

Alright with you if I, uh,

double my price
for your haircut?

Not on your life. [chuckles]

Fooled you, didn't I?

Well, it was worth a try anyway.

There, how do you like that?

Jay, you're an artist.

Unfortunately, what I wanted
was a barber.

Next time you better count
your ears when you leave.

I always do.

- 'Morning, Emmett.
- Good morning, Elizabeth.

What brings you in town
so early?

This shopping list.
Wanna help me?

Well, let me see.
What do you got?

One spool yellow thread,
three yards blue taffeta,

medium weight,
two packages hair pins.

Two packages?

Half yard shirred ruffing
for shirtwaist.

I'd love to, Elizabeth.
That sound real exciting.

But, uh, I'll tell you

I promised Jay
I'd hold this pole up tonight.

[chuckles] Alright.

I just thought I'd give you
some practice

for when you get married.

When I get married?

You've been talking
to the ladies

sewing circle, haven't you?

They think it's about time,
a nice eligible bachelor--

Yeah, I know, I know
what they think, Elizabeth.

You buy a girl a sarsaparilla

and they've got the wedding date
all set.

- 'Morning, Emmett.
- Good morning.

My, you smell nice.

Fifteen cents extra.

Where were you last night?

We were expecting you at Shiloh.

Yeah, I-- I forgot
it was St. Patrick's day.

The O'Reillys, and the Flynns,
and the Callahans

just about took over
the Silver Queen.

And sure with a name
like Emmett,

you naturally had to help them
celebrate.

Well, I also had to be sure
the Silver Queen

would be in one piece
this morning.

It wasn't easy, believe me.

[horses galloping]

Whoo! Whoo!

We were held up.
Joe got shot. Give me a hand.

[indistinct chatter]

Alright, stand back. Stand back.
Stand back.

Somebody get Doc Spalding.
Quick!

Where was it?

Couple of miles back, right
the side of Rock Canyon.

Alright, I'm gonna need a posse.
Get your horses.

[dramatic music]

[galloping]

[neighing]

[grunting]

He won't make it.
You better ride with me.

No, that'll slow everybody down.

You all go on. You draw 'em off
and I'll meet you at the shack.

Now, go on!

[intense music]

Alright, this way.

[galloping]

[crow cawing]

[galloping]

They stopped here.

Here's some tracks.

He's on foot.

Alright, you men follow
the main trail.

[galloping]

He must be up there somewhere.

What do you think?

I think we better split up.

[birds chirping]

[water gurgling]

[crow cawing]

[birds chirping]

Virginian: Hold it!

Drop it.

Step away from it.

Two more seconds, I'd had him.

You wouldn't have enjoyed it
very long.

That's a nice haul you got.

He's all yours.

It took two of you to do it.

It'll only take one next time.

- Next time?
- To hang you.

Let's go.

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Oh, excuse me. Could you
possibly tell me

where the sheriff's office is?

Right across the street.

Oh, could I leave this here
for the time being?

Sure, I'll put it in the office.

Thank you.

I'll give you a claim check
for it,

in case you come for it,
and I'm not here.

Thank you.

[clinking]

Alright, you stay where you are.

Don't worry,
I won't try to jump you.

[chuckles] That's too bad.

- Hey, what's for supper?
- You got stew.

You know that's, uh,
everyday for ten days.

If I had known the food
was gonna be this bad

I'd have shot it out with you.

I doubt that.

You think I'm scared
of a hick sheriff like you?

Well, there's an easy way
to prove it, Larson.

[laughs]

I can see the headlines now.

Prisoner shot
while trying to escape.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[instrumental music]

[door clangs]

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- Sheriff.
- Yes, ma'am.

What can I do for you?

My name is Claire Bingham.

I read in the Kansas City paper

that a man named Chuck Larson
was captured at Medicine Bow.

- Mm-hm. That's right.
- Is he still in jail?

We're waiting for
the circuit judge to get here.

Is that the same man?

That's him.

I'd like to talk to him.

What, uh, what about?

It's personal.

You're a friend of his?

Well, not exactly.

Well, I'm sorry, Miss Bingham,
I'm afraid I'll have to know

a little more about it
before I can give you permission

to go in there.

I have reason to believe
he might be my brother.

Your brother? W-- what
do you mean he might be?

- Don't you know?
- Not till I've seen him.

Uh-- uh, talk to him.

Please.

It's very important to me.
I've come a long way.

I gather you haven't seen
your brother for some time.

Not since we were children.

This isn't Larson's first
criminal offense, you know.

I know.

May I see him?

[door clatters]

Miss, I'll, uh, keep that.

Mr. Larson.

Hi.

I'd invite you in
but this hotel's pretty strict.

- Hey, you a reporter?
- My name is Claire Bingham.

Well, I guess you know mine.

What can I do for you?

The story of my life?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
I'd like to hear it.

Alright. Alright.

Uh, height 6'3, brown eyes.

I'm kind to animals and I'm
very fond of pretty girls.

- How's that for a starter?
- You didn't say your age.

- Or where you were born.
- That's a good question.

Unfortunately,
I don't know the answer.

Let's just say that I'm
old enough to know better

but young enough to enjoy it.

I'm serious.

I'm just trying to give you
a good story.

I'd rather have the truth.

I told you, I don't know.

Does the name Lydia
mean anything to you?

Lydia?

I don't know anybody
named Lydia.

No, I-- I mean, a long time ago,
when you were a child.

I don't get it.

What kind of a story
are you trying to write?

I'm not.

What do you mean?

I'm trying to find out
who you are.

Your real name, what you
remember of your childhood.

What for?

I saw your picture in the paper
in Kansas City.

It looked very much
like what I have of my father

when he was about your age.

Your father? What's that got--

I had a brother.

We were separated
when we were very young.

- I've been trying to find him.
- You mean...

- You think I'm your brother?
- I don't know.

That's what I came to find out.

[chuckles softly]

- Look, lady--
- Please, let me finish.

When I saw
your picture in the paper

I went to the police station.

They had some information
about you

that you'd come
from an orphanage in Oklahoma.

That's as far back
as their records went.

Well, that's right. But--

Claire: When my parents died,
my brother and I

were taken
by two different families.

The last I heard of the one
that took my brother

was when they moved to Oklahoma.

My brother would've been
about five years old then.

If his foster parents had died
before he grew up

he might have been put
in an orphanage.

Well, I've heard of a lot
of crazy things in my life.

- But--
- Please, try to remember.

The resemblance is so striking.

What do you want me to remember?
[chuckles]

Anything.
Anything that comes to you.

- A name, an incident.
- At five?

I remember things.

I remember the big ring
my father wore

that my brother and I
used to play with.

I remember the night
the neighbors woke me up

to tell me my parents
had been killed.

And how my brother and I cried--

Alright, alright. Now, just...

Now, just suppose
it makes sense.

Do you know
what I'm in here for?

Armed robbery.

And murder if that fella dies.

Now, why would you want to prove
that I'm your brother?

So I could help you.

I knew you were an outlaw
before I came here.

I got leave from the hospital
just on the chance--

- Hospital?
- I'm a nurse.

I know this is
a very new idea to you.

But please, try to think
about it.

Something might come back
to you.

[instrumental music]

I'll try.

It's a pretty long shot
but I'll try.

I sure don't have
anything else to do.

I'll come to see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

[music continues]

Thank you, sheriff.
May I have this back now?

- I had to be careful.
- I understand.

Excuse me. Just a minute. Uh...

I know it's none of my business

but I had to leave
the door open and I, uh...

Well, I heard
part of the conversation.

I think you've got
the wrong man.

Well, he couldn't be expected
to remember right away.

- It's been a long time.
- Hm.

Well, why are you trying
to press it?

Just because of that picture?

Well, that's part of it.

Well, a faint resemblance
doesn't make a man, uh--

Oh, it's more
than just a faint resemblance.

And there were other things.

- A feeling I have.
- A feeling?

Woman's intuition?

Possibly.

But I've come a long way.

I'm not gonna leave until I'm
sure one way or the other.

- May I see him again?
- Oh, he'll be here.

Till they hold the trial.

[instrumental music]

[door closes]

[keys clinking]

How do you like my sister?

You never saw that girl before
in your life, Larson.

- You know it.
- What makes you so sure?

I've met her. And I know you.

Why would I lie?
What do I have to gain?

Pretty girl, sitting
in the courtroom, crying.

I underestimated you, sheriff.

You're smarter than you look.

[clatters]

[music continues]

Excuse me.

- Hello.
- You're late.

- Too late?
- Well, seeing it's you.

Mm, anything left?

Well, I could put water
in the soup

and fry a steak.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

[chuckling]

Good evening, Miss Bingham.

Good evening.

Gets kinda crowded in here

at this time of night.

Uh, you suppose
we could share a table?

Well, I'd hate for you
to have to wait.

Would it really make you
feel better to know

you had a brother like Larson?

You spoke of a trial.

Just what is the evidence
against him?

Evidence? Let's see now.

Four people
were on that stagecoach.

Four people saw him rob
the stage and shoot the guard.

But the paper said
the robbers wore masks.

We picked up their trail,
Miss Bingham.

And that was in the papers too.

Excuse me.
Glad you found a table.

Well, it wasn't easy.

[chuckling]

There you go.

[clatters]

He's guilty, Miss Bingham.

Not just of this, but who knows
how many other robberies.

Now it will be easier for you
if you can face that fact

and face it now
before you convince yourself

he's your brother.

I appreciate your motives,
Mr. Ryker. But--

Emmett: And lots of people
look alike, Miss Bingham.

Uh, I nearly got shot once
because I looked like a man

who just robbed a bank.
But I-- I wasn't that man.

So, uh, the resemblance
didn't mean anything, you see.

[chuckles softly] I don't
seem to be convincing you.

You didn't really expect to,
did you?

Well, I guess I didn't.

Tell me this. How do you
figure on finding out?

I mean, really finding out
for sure?

I don't know.

Maybe he'll remember a word
or a phrase.

- Something out of the past.
- Like what?

Well...

Like, for instance...

You know how little children
say their prayers.

"Now I lay me down
to sleep.

I pray the Lord
my soul to keep."

"If I should die
before I wake

I pray the Lord
my soul to take."

Yes.

My little brother...

I don't know why I remember this

but it stands out somehow.

He'd always change
the word die to cry.

He'd say, "If I should cry
before I wake

I pray the Lord
my soul to take."

I remember my father
used to laugh at that.

Maybe because my brother
cried a lot in the night.

That, that's the kind of thing
that would make me sure.

You think Larson will remember
something like that?

[exhales] That's what
I've come to find out.

I-- I've run down leads before.

But somehow, this time,
I have a feeling...

Can't you understand that
at all?

You say you've run down
other leads?

Twice. One, a year ago and one,
a couple of years before that.

- Mmh.
- Why?

You sure you're not trying
to convince yourself this time,

Miss Bingham,
because you wanna be convinced?

- I don't see that.
- Well, now, listen to me.

Suppose, y-- you convince
yourself

Chuck Larson is your brother.

He's going to prison.
You know that.

And maybe he's gonna hang.

Will you be better off?

At least, I'd know for sure.

The search would be ended.

And I'd have done
everything I can.

Emmett.

Emmett, you can change that
charge against Larson to murder.

Joe Keller just died.

[dramatic music]

Will you excuse me?

I think I'd like to go upstairs.

[crickets chirping]

[intense music]

[sighs]

[clatters]

[music continues]

[blows]

[music continues]

[crickets chirping]

Miss Bingham.

A little late to be taking
a walk, isn't it?

Well, I couldn't sleep,
I thought

a breath of air
would do me some good.

Well, still not
a very good idea.

I mean, this-- this time
of night.

That's strange talk
coming from the sheriff.

[chuckles softly] Well, we have
a pretty good town here

but it's not, uh,
it's not perfect.

I didn't think you'd settle
for anything less.

Well, if you mean what I think
you mean, Miss Bingham

I figure there's a big
difference between a cowboy

with a few drinks in him
and a professional outlaw

like Chuck Larson.

I'm sorry.
That wasn't fair of me.

- I guess I'm just tired.
- I'll walk you to the hotel.

Alright.

Matter of fact,
I'm, uh, glad I ran into you.

I wanted to apologize for the
lecture I gave you at supper.

I-- I guess I got carried away.
I... [chuckles]

That's not why I left the table.

The shock of what
Dr. Spalding told you

about changing the charge
to murder.

I wanted to be alone.
Just for a little while.

You'd rather be alone now?

No.

[intense music]

Get the horse. Keep her quiet.

[music continues]

[keys jingling]

Chuck, get up!

Took you long enough.

We thought we'd better wait
till things quieted down.

[clattering]

[music continues]

Chuck: Hold it.

[crickets chirping]

[intense music]

Let her go.

[horses snorting]

[gunfire]

[horses galloping]

[gunfire]

[music continues]

Help me!
Somebody please help me.

- What happened?
- Get the doctor. Hurry.

[instrumental music]

No. It doesn't react like
a concussion. How do you feel?

Like I've been hit on the head.

- Any dizziness?
- No, I don't think so.

Just, uh, just the granddaddy
of all headaches.

You weren't thinking of going
after him tonight, were you?

There wouldn't be much
point to it in the dark.

Good. Here, take a couple
of these before you go to bed.

Alright.

Sorry they got you up
in the middle of the night, doc.

I'm used to it.

It's usually to deliver a baby.

This is a nice change of pace.

[instrumental music]

Well, like I said before,
I'll walk you to the hotel.

That isn't necessary.
You'd better go to bed.

We'll do it my way this time.

Goodnight, Emmett.
Goodnight, Miss Bingham.

- Goodnight, doctor.
- Goodnight, doc.

I feel terrible about tonight.
If I hadn't--

It's my own fault, Miss Bingham,
I ought to know better

than let myself
get bush-whacked.

- What are you gonna do now?
- I'm goin' after 'em.

I might as well warn ya.

I'll bring him in alive if I can

but I-- I-- I don't think
it's gonna

work out that way this time.

He's wanted for murder now.

I doubt if he'll let himself
be captured again.

You sure sound as if
you're sure you'll find him.

I'll find him.

I don't know how long
it'll take,

but I'll find him.

[mellow music]

Maybe you'll be able
to sleep better tonight.

What do you mean?

- Goodnight.
- Wait a minute.

You don't think I had anything
to do with it, do you?

My being out here tonight?

That thought crossed my mind,
Miss Bingham.

What did you decide?

I don't know the answer.

Goodnight.

[instrumental music]

Make it feel better?

It won't feel better till I get
to the man who did it.

You're, uh, you're sure
one of 'em got hit, huh?

Yeah, I saw the blood stains.

The rest of the men are out
checking the other ranches.

You wanna take a look
at your line shacks for me?

I figure there's a good chance
they might be

holed up in one somewhere.

I'll tell one of the hands
as soon as they come in.

Yeah, well, tell them
not to get careless.

I don't want any dead heroes
on my conscience.

Don't worry.

[dramatic music]

[horse galloping]

[dramatic music]

[groans]

[Larson breathing heavily]

[groans]

[grunts]
I can't, it's there,

but it's too deep for me
to get to.

Go on and get it.

[breathing heavily]
You hear me? Go ahead.

[groans]

No. No.

I can't do it.
I'm no doctor, I could kill you.

So instead you let me
bleed to death?

Jim...

Lou...

It wouldn't work.

We're gonna
have to get a doctor.

Don't talk like a fool.

They know somebody got hit.

They'll be waiting for that.

What else can we do?

You can't go any farther
with a bullet in you.

If we stay here too long,
we're bound to get caught.

- What choice do we have?
- I'll ride in.

Now wait a minute. Wait.

I got a better idea.

[dramatic music]

Hank...

[grunts]
Come here.

[instrumental music]

- Had any luck?
- No.

Checked the other spreads.
They'll be keepin' an eye open.

Alright, good. Let's go back and
see if we can pick up the trail.

[dramatic music]

Alright, we'll try again
in the morning.

What about the other towns? Have
you got in touch with them?

I did that this morning,
but I don't think they're

gonna head for any towns,
I think

they're still
out there somewhere.

[mellow music]

I wanted to talk to you.

Sit down.

I gather you didn't find them.

No, not yet.

It'll be getting dark
in a little while,

so we called it off
till tomorrow.

Is that what you wanted to know?

No.

Uh...

I was just making small talk

I-- I'm rather ill at ease.

What about?

Last night.

When I asked you
if you thought I had

anything to do
with what happened.

You said you didn't know.

I was giving you
an honest answer.

I know.

You had every reason to wonder.

[sighs] The thing that bothers
me is, there is no way

for me to prove to you that
I had nothing to do with it.

It just happens to be the truth.

That's about all I can say.

Alright, I believe you.

Thank you.

You know, I think
I ought to thank you.

Oh?

You see part of my job, uh,

depends on being
able to read character

and I didn't like the feeling

that... [chuckles]

That I might've been wrong.

[chuckles]

Especially about you.

Now, we both feel better.

Will, uh, you'll be eating
at the hotel, uh, tonight?

Yes.

- Will you?
- I will now.

[mellow music]

[groans]

[Ryker chuckles]

- You know you're really very--
- How's that?

Well, you've made me
spend the whole evening

talking about myself,

what I really wanted to do was
to hear about you.

I'm sure your life has been
more interesting than mine.

- I doubt that very much.
- Well...

Let's say it has been to me.

No, you keep the change, Ellen.

Thanks.
You should eat here more often.

She's right.

You goin' out after Larson
again tomorrow, Emmett?

[sighs]
Yeah.

Hope you catch him.

- I forgot.
- So had I.

Well...

Claire...

[clears throat]
I, uh...

I still don't think a man like
that could be your brother.

But, I promise you,
I'll go as far as I can

to-- to bring him back safely.

Just so you'll get a chance
to find out for sure,

before they, uh...

Well...

I can't ask you or your men
to risk their lives just to--

No, we won't do that.

I said I'd go
as far as I could.

And that, that might
not be enough.

I understand.

- Goodnight, Emmett.
- Goodnight.

[mellow music]

Easy. No screams this time.

Nobody's going to get hurt.

- You're one of the men who--
Hank: That's right.

What're you doing here?
How did you get into my room?

[chuckles]
A kid could get in this place.

- What do you want?
- Your brother needs help.

- My brother? How did you...
- He told me.

He didn't want me to come here,
but I thought you'd wanna know.

He told you he was my brother?

Well, he didn't want you
to find out.

Him being an outlaw.

But I thought you might wanna
see him before he died.

What happened to him?

He got hit while we were
riding out of town.

And he needs a doctor.

But he figured
they'd be expecting that.

He said he'd rather die
a free man

than at the end of a rope.

And that's what
he's going to do.

Unless somebody
gets the bullet of him.

Now, you being a nurse

I thought maybe
you could help him.

- Where is he?
- I can take you there.

I have two horse out back.

You're the only one
that can save his life.

I'm a nurse, but there's
a big difference.

I've never performed
an operation.

Never mind. If you can't handle
it, you can't handle it.

Wait.

Are you sure the doctor...

Lady, if the doc leaves town

the sheriff will be
right behind him.

It's you or nothing.

I have nothing to do with it.

You need medical instruments

to probe for a bullet.

We'll get 'em.

[intense music]

Give me a minute
to change my clothes.

Make it quick.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

I need a light.

[intense music]

Hank: Hurry up.

I'm ready.

[music continues]

[horse trotting]

[dramatic music]

- How is he?
- Bad.

We did the best we could, but...

[mellow music]

I'm sure glad somebody got here.

He's gettin' weaker.

What are you doing here?

- I didn't want you to--
- Never mind. I'm here now.

How did you get here?

Will you need anything else?

You told her.

I gave strict orders.
I didn't want her to know.

I had to.

Since when are you
running this outfit?

Please, it doesn't matter.
I'm here now.

I want to help you.

You go on back.
Forget you saw me.

We don't have time to argue,
let me take a look.

I forget.
Were you always this bossy?

Only when I had to be.

Do you have any whisky?

My little sister,
I didn't know--

This is going to hurt, there's
nothing I can do about it.

Don't worry about that.

I'll be alright.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Ho-ho-ho.

Phew!

[cattle mooing]

[music continues]

[horses galloping]

- Hi. Any luck?
- No. It's a big country.

- What about the line shacks?
- Yeah, we checked 'em all.

Nobody been around them.

Well, we'll keep lookin'.

I wanna check out
a couple of canyons.

Hey, I, uh... [clears throat]

I hear you had supper
with the new girl in town.

How did the news get out
to Shiloh so fast?

Carrier pigeon.

- Come here...
- Let's get out of here.

Good luck!

[dramatic music]

- I'll take over.
- How's Chuck?

He was still out when I left.

He better get on his feet
pretty soon.

I got a feelin'
we're runnin' out of time.

You tell him that.

Larson: Hank...

How long have I been asleep?

You passed out while she was
getting the bullet out.

- It worked real good.
- Shh, quiet.

- How do you feel?
- I don't know yet.

- Hey, help me up, will you?
- Maybe we better wait.

No, I said help me up.

[groans]

Stop that!

Are you trying to kill yourself?

Well, no, I'm just trying
to sit up.

Well, it's the same thing.

Do you want to start
the bleeding again?

[breathing heavily] Alright.

There. How's that?

I knew you were stubborn
but I thought

maybe you'd outgrown it by now.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

You were very brave last night.

That's not the way I heard it.

Hank said I passed out.

You were in great pain.

Yeah, I remember.

But you did a good job.

I'm glad Hank
disobeyed my orders.

So am I.

Tell me, did you know
all the time?

I mean, back the first time
I talked to you?

I wasn't sure.

But then things started
coming back to me.

About the old man's ring
for one thing

and, uh, seems to be
a nickname I had for you.

Sissy Claire.

You couldn't say sister.

Sissy Claire!

[chuckles]

It's too bad we can't turn the
clock back and start all over.

Maybe we can.

No.

You just go on back
and forget you saw me.

I'm gonna be takin' off just as
soon as I get a little stronger.

You can't.

Not when I've just found you.

After all these years.

I've got to.

They won't quit looking.

Sooner or later, they're
bound to find this place.

Why don't you go back?

Give yourself up.

And be hung? No, thanks.

I could hire a lawyer,
the very best.

It wouldn't do any good!

The best I could hope for would
be a long stretch in prison.

And I don't want
any part of that.

There must be
something I can do.

You've already done it.

You saved my life.

Now you'd better be
getting on back.

There's something else, uh...

We inherited money.

Mother's brother,
you wouldn't remember him,

but he died and left $10,000.

We're the only heir
so half of it belongs to you.

You mean I've got $5,000
coming to me?

That's right.

- Where is it?
- In the bank. Back home.

But I brought a draft
for your half

just in case
you were the right man.

Five thousand dollars!

That's what I meant
about hiring a good lawyer.

There's no sense
in giving it to a lawyer.

With $5,000, I could...

I could start
all over again somewhere.

Larson: In Canada,
I could buy a spread,

and build a whole new life.

And that's what you want,
isn't it?

It belongs to you. You can do
whatever you want with it.

Can you cash the bank draft
in Medicine Bow?

Claire: Yes. I'm sure I can.

I could get it
and bring it back here.

No, not here.

We've been here long enough.

Now listen, I'll tell you
a better way to do it.

[instrumental music]

How's Chuck?

He is full of big ideas.

[instrumental music]

Emmett.

Could I see you a minute?

[music continues]

What is it?

I was robbed last night.

I didn't notice anything
at first

until I went to get something
out of the cabinet.

Here, I'll show you.

I never keep this locked.
There's no reason to.

What did they take?

A probe, scalpel, tongs,
suture needle

and some quinine and carbolic.

What time did you close up here
last night?

Around 7:00.
Everything was here then.

Whoever did it knew
just what they were after.

Yeah, like taking a bullet
out of somebody.

Exactly, I mean, here I slept
with the gun under my pillow

ever since you warned me
to be on a lookout

against a nightcall,

and they go and by-pass me.

Doc, how much good would those
things do the average man?

Well, they'd be better than
having to use an ordinary knife

but the average man
wouldn't know

to take quinine and carbolic.

He'd have to have a little
medical knowledge.

I see.

Strange that an outlaw would be

that informed.

Yeah.

I see you, doc.

[instrumental music]

Whoo.

Now this is as far as
I better come.

Just take that road into town.

You try to keep him quiet.

He shouldn't move any more
than he has to

at least for a couple of days.

I'll try.
But he doesn't listen very good.

Yeah, I know.

Well, goodbye. Thank you.

[instrumental music]

No, I haven't seen her all day.

Why? Is anything wrong?

She didn't check out.

No, she's still registered...

unless she sneaked out
during the night.

Well, but she doesn't strike me
as a kind of a person

that would do a thing like that.

Let's find out.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

That's a relief.

I thought for a minute.

Well, you let me know
when she comes back?

[instrumental music]

Hoo!

Thank you. It would have been
a long dusty walk.

Always glad to have company.

- Hello.
- I've been lookin' for you.

Really?

Yeah, I'd like to talk with you.

Oh, could we do it later?
I'm very tired.

Oh, I'm afraid
it'll have to be now.

Well, you can let go off my arm.

I'm perfectly capable of walking
by myself.

Well, I just wanna make sure,
I didn't lose you again.

[instrumental music]

Sit down.

Is this a social visit
or an interrogation?

Well, let's just say,
I'd like to ask you

a couple of questions.

- Such as?
- Where you went last night?

I went for a walk.

That shouldn't surprise you.

You walked all night?

I hadn't planned on it.

But I remembered what you said
about walking in town,

so I went for a walk
along the creek bed.

I guess I must've walked further
than I realized.

I got tired, and I rested.
Fell asleep.

A farmer was kind enough to give
me a ride back into town.

Is there anything wrong
with that?

Doc Spalding's office
was robbed last night.

Oh.

Whoever broke into it knew

just what they were looking for.

Things to get a bullet
out of somebody.

It would take a doctor
to be that knowledgeable.

Or nurse.

Are you making any charges
against anyone, Mr. Ryker?

Not yet.

Except maybe for being,

blind and just plain foolish.

In that case, good day.

Wait a minute.

Don't do it, Claire.

Don't get involved with Larson.

And if you are involved,
get out before it's too late.

As a matter of fact,
I am getting out.

I'm leaving.

When did you decide that?

During that long walk,
that you don't believe I took.

I was going to tell you.

After I'd rested and packed.

You mean, you think, uh,

Larson isn't your brother?

That's what you've been telling
me all along, isn't it?

I didn't think, I was making
much of an impression.

I had to make up my own mind.

Anyway he's gone.

So no matter what I believe,

there's nothing
I can do about it, is there?

I hope not...

for your sake.

Can I go now?

I really am tired.

I'm sorry.
But I just had to talk to you.

I understand.

You have your job to do.

In case I don't see you before
the stagecoach leaves--

Stagecoach? To Kansas City?

I-- I'm not going directly back
to Kansas City.

I have some friends
who live in Twin Forks.

I thought I'd visit with them
for a week or so.

Oh.

Goodbye, Emmett.

[instrumental music]

I wish we'd met
under other circumstances.

So do I.

[instrumental music]

Five thousand dollars.

You want this in cash,
Ms. Bingham?

Please.

I'm going on West.

Since the draft is drawn
on your bank here

I thought it would be
the simplest way.

Yes. I see, um...

I hope you'll understand
the amount is rather high

and while I'm sure
this is in order,

I'll have to verify it by wire
with the bank in Kansas City.

Well, how long will that take?

I'm leaving on the stagecoach
tomorrow.

Well, I should have an answer
by morning.

- Uh, your receipt, Ms. Bingham.
- Thank you.

Oh, and how did you want
that money?

Oh, it doesn't matter, uh...

a few hundreds should be
in smaller bills though.

- Certainly. Good day.
- Alright. Good day. Thank you.

[instrumental music]

- You sure you can make it?
- Come on, let's go.

Talk to him, Hank.
He's in no shape to ride now.

Chuck knows what he's doin'.

Hey, give me a hand, will you?

Oh, no. No.

[breathing heavily]

She was right.

I can't make it.

[breathing heavily]
Now you boys, go on.

- I'll catch up with you later.
- Then we'll wait with you.

- A day or two more--
- Oh, why take that chance?

If you men can get clear?

One of us oughta stay with you.

I'm alright.

I just need a little more time.

- But Chuck?
- Save your breath.

He call the turns.
He knows what he wants.

That's right.

Now we'll meet...

say, uh, at old trapper's cabin.

Just the other side of Lode City
where we were last year.

In about eight or ten days.

- Chuck, I still think--
- Now go on. Will you?

Now go on.
I'll meet you later.

[instrumental music]

[groaning]

[galloping]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[knocking on door]

- Who is it?
Emmett: Ryker.

I saw your lights on in here,
Mr. Jensen.

I'd like to talk with you
if you got a minute.

Certainly. Come in.

I was trying to catch up
on some paper works.

This is the only time I get any
peace and quiet around here.

Sit down. What can I do for you?

Claire Bingham came
into your bank this afternoon.

I'd like to know
what she wanted.

Well, I don't guess there's
anything confidential about it.

She wanted to cash a bank draft
for a rather large amount.

- How large?
- Five thousand dollars.

Five thousand... [whistles]

That's what I thought too.

- Did you give her the money?
- No.

I wired her bank
in Kansas City for verification.

But if it comes through alright
in the morning

she'll get the money.

I must admit I hate to see

a woman carrying around
that much money on a trip.

- Why do you ask?
- I just, uh, just curious.

You don't come to see me
after banking hours

out of curiosity, Ryker.

I'd appreciate it, Mr. Jensen,

if you didn't mention this
to her.

Well, if this is
an official request,

of course I'll co-operate.

Alright, thank you very much.

Bye.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Here you are.

I hope you enjoyed your visit.

Thank you. Where can I get
the stagecoach?

Right out in front of the hotel.

I'll have your suitcase outside
when it comes.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

- Good morning.
- Oh, good morning.

Your money is all ready
and waiting for you,

if you'll just step this way,
please.

Alright.

Now if you'll just count it,

I'll make out the receipt.

Miss Bingham,
I, uh, must tell you.

As a banker, I,

I don't approve of anyone
carrying around that much money.

Now are you, uh, sure this is
the way you wanna do it?

Well, I'm sure
it will be quite safe.

Alright.

Will you sign here please?

Oh.

There.

Well, thank you for your help.

Have a good and safe trip.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

[galloping]

[music continues]

All aboard, miss.

Hyah!

Hyah!

[instrumental music]

[galloping]

[music continues]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Soda Springs. Ten minute stop.
Everybody out.

- Driver!
- Yes, ma'am.

Uh, w-- would you please
get my bag down?

I'll be stopping here.

But your ticket says Twin Forks.

Well, I've changed my mind.

Well, I'll be going on later.

Can I hire a rig here?

Well, I guess so.
See Gomez inside.

- I'll get your bag.
- Alright, thank you.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

- Claire.
- You made it alright.

- How does your shoulder feel?
- Forget it.

You got the money?
The five thousand?

Yes, I've got it here.

Just give it to me.
I'll be on my way.

They've notified every town
for miles around.

They'll be on the lookout
for you.

Oh, that's a chance
I'll have to take.

Well, I've thought of
a safer way.

If I go with you, they won't be
looking for a couple.

You won't have to hide
every time you see anybody.

It's too risky, I couldn't
let you do that.

- Please, think about it.
- I don't have to. I know.

Besides, I'd make
better time alone.

- But...
- Look, we're wasting time.

Just give me the money
and I'll go. Give me the money.

Hank: I'll settle
the argument.

Don't try it, Chuck.
You can't spot me this much.

I hate to see a brother
and sister fight over money.

So you can just give it to me.

While you drop your gun belt.

Drop it.

That's better.
Now come on, lady.

Come on, come on.

You two just stand easy,
I'll be on my way.

Whoo.

You're a loser, Chuck.
I'm doing you a favor.

No, don't!

[gunshots]

[instrumental music]

[groans]

Ryker: I'll go for a doctor.

Not this time.

I gotta get you inside.

No, no.

Let me see.

Hank is right.

This time I am a loser.

Don't try to talk.

I got to.

There's not much time.

You had me pegged all along.

- I'm not her brother.
- I don't believe you.

You're just saying that.

A man in my spot
doesn't lie. [sighs]

Not now.

[music continues]

I needed help.

Anyway I could get it.

It's as simple as that.

I'm sorry, lady.

[groans]
There's...

water in the canteen
in the shack.

Now I lay me down
to sleep.

I pray the Lord

my soul to keep.

If I should cry

before I wake...

I pray the Lord...

my soul to take.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

I've so many things
to apologize to you for.

No, no, no, I'd probably
done the same thing

if I had been in your place.

I don't believe you.

But thank you for saying it.

- One thing, though.
- What?

If you ever get a lead
on somebody you think

might be your brother,

will you let me
check him out first?

It's a bargain.

Somehow, I don't think I will.

Ever since we came back to town,

I had the feeling, it's over.

Before that
I always thought that,

somewhere, someday I'd find him.

But now...

I guess this has proved things
don't work out that way.

That was just wishful thinking.

[instrumental music]

[horn blaring]

Here we go.

You've been very kind.

And very understanding.

I hope we meet again.

I'll make a point of it.

[music continues]

[horn blaring]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]