All language subtitles for The Virginian S07E24 - The Girl In the Shadows

Come, come, gentlemen!

May I remind you that you are
witnessing mental miracles...

that have mystified professors
of science on seven continents.

Ah, may I, sir?

Now, Miss Claire, do your
remarkable powers tell you,

sight unseen, what
I am holding aloft?

Some... Some sort
of head covering.

A head covering.
And what precisely?

A seaman's cap.

A seaman's cap. 100% correct.

She never misses. Thank
you very much, Captain.

And now, Miss Claire, see if you
can bring your uncanny ability...

to bear on the article
I have in my upraised hand.

So many confusing thoughts
in the room.

Wait. Yes. Yes, it's
coming clear. It...

You have a deck
of playing cards.

A deck of playing cards it is.

Now, Miss Clair, I shall dispose
of all but one of these cards.

Can you see it clearly?

Yes. It's the king of hearts.

The king of hearts it is.

How does she do it?
How does she do it?

It's all in the mind, gentlemen.

Miss Claire has the unique
and wonderful power...

to pluck your thoughts
out of the very air.

Yeah? Then let her tell me
what I'm thinking, huh?

Tell me, sweetheart.
I'm sorry, sir.

Miss Claire's power is a natural
gift, a scientific phenomenon.

It is not to be used
in a frivolous fashion.

Shut up and let her talk. I want
her to tell me what I'm thinkin'.

Disruptive influences prevent Miss Claire
from continuing any further at this time.

Sir, would you please sit down?

I asked her a question.
I want her to answer it.

You, girl. Tell me
what I'm thinkin' about.

The gentleman is thinking...
about his mother.

My...

And now for a further demonstration
of Miss Claire's remarkable gift.

Now, Miss Claire,
concentrate, please, if you will.

I want you to tell these kind
people the nature of the object...

I have just picked up
from the table.

I see a series of numbers...
12 of them.

It's a face of a watch. It's... It's a
man's gold watch that you have.

A man's gold watch.

And what is inscribed
in the case?

Very quickly, please.

I see the letter "E."

No, no, no.
There's some confusion.

It's two letters.
The initials "E" and "J."

"E" and "J" is correct,
is it not, sir?

Thank you very much.
Well, ladies and gentlemen,

that concludes our performance
for this evening.

We want to thank you all
for your kind attention.

And may I remind you that all
contributions will be gratefully accepted.

Come, come, come, gentlemen.
Let's not be bashful.

Now, you've all seen
a miracle here tonight.

Surely that must be worth
a few paltry coins.

Ah, thank you, sir. And...

Ah, here's a gentleman who obviously
knows a phenomenon when he sees one.

If Miss Claire will
join me for a drink.

Miss Claire does not drink, sir,
nor does she sit with strangers.

Anything wrong, Doc?

No, my dear.
Everything's under control.

Miss Claire... Garson, isn't it?

No, I'm not a mind reader.

I just know one or two
things about you, Miss Claire.

For instance?

I know she used to live at the
San Francisco Civic Orphanage.

And I know that both of you
can use some money.

So, take it. There's lots more.

Sit down, uh, both of you.

What do you want?

I was sent here
just to see you, Miss Claire.

- How did you know about the orphanage?
- I was told.

- By whom?
- A friend.

It has something to do
with my past, hasn't it?

And your future, Miss Claire.

It has a lot to do
with your future.

Whoa.

I'll meet you here.
When you're ready.

Did the cloth I ordered
come in yet? Sure did.

Oh. This is going to make
an awful pretty party gown.

Ah! I didn't realize
it'd be so red.

If you'd rather have it
in some other color...

No. I don't see any reason
why I shouldn't wear red. Do you?

No reason in the world.

Except all the other girls
will be green with envy.

That's a mighty festive
combination... red and green.

Do you think four yards
will be enough?

Oh, yes. That'll
be plenty. Okay.

Be with you in a minute, ma'am.
That's all right. I'm in no hurry.

This should be just about right.

Hope your dressmaker
has it ready for you in time.

Oh, I'm sure she will.

The party's not till the 18th.

Is there anything else you'd
like to see while you're here?

Mmm. Let me think.

I'm sorry. I must have
knocked it off the shelf.

My fault. I shouldn't
have it so near the door.

Hardly room to move as it is.

I'll get the broom. Excuse me.

Here, let me help you.

I don't know how I could
have been so clumsy.

Oh. Did you cut yourself?

Um, no, it's just a
scratch. Oh, my goodness.

I've got something
to put on it right here.

Would you step
over here, please?

Here. I'll do that.

I hate putting you
to so much trouble.

Oh, don't be silly.

You don't live
around here, do you?

No. I'm just passing through.

Originally, I come from
a little town in California.

You've probably never even
heard of it... Rough and Ready.

Well, I have heard of it.

My uncle lived there.
Charles Grainger.

Oh, well, I wouldn't remember.
I left there 20 years ago...

after my father was killed
in a mining accident.

That's how
my Uncle Charles died.

And it was about 20 years ago.

Well, maybe
they knew each other.

That's certainly possible.
What was your father's name?

Cal Garson. And I'm Claire.

I'm Elizabeth Grainger.

I hope I got all of it. Hate to
have it scrunching underfoot.

Uh, let me pay you for the lamp.

Oh, wouldn't think of it. It's
not like you did it a-purpose.

Keep the money. Please.

Well, come to the saloon
and let me buy you a drink.

Will you do that? The saloon?

Yes. I work there.
I'm an entertainer.

Mind reader.

Why, sure. You're Miss Claire.
She's world-famous.

Played the biggest theater in San
Francisco. I read it on the poster.

Whatever brought you
to Medicine Bow?

Oh. Maybe it was fate.

I came here
just to cut my finger.

A funny thing
happened in the store.

Mr. Edmunds crack
one of his famous jokes?

Well, it's not really "funny."

Oh, sort of strange, I guess.

There was a girl,
and we started talking.

You know, just making
polite conversation.

She came from the same town
my Uncle Charles came from.

Mr. Grainger's brother?

His youngest brother.
But that's not all.

Now that I think about it,
it really was strange.

Her father was killed in a mine about the
same time that Uncle Charles was killed,

and the same way.

Don't you think that's strange?

Yeah. It's a strange thing to
talk about in a general store.

Her name was Claire Garson.

Her father's name was Cal.

Hmm. Right initials anyway.

What do you mean?

Her father's initials... C.G.

Cal Garson... Charles Grainger.

Now, that is strange.

Oh. I was just
looking for something.

Trace of your Uncle Charles?

There isn't much here.

That girl at the store certainly
got your curiosity up, didn't she?

I can't help thinking
it's more than a coincidence.

Apparently, I'm the
only one who thinks so.

Well, after all, just a casual
conversation with a perfect stranger.

But at dinner, you confirmed
everything she'd said.

Uncle Charles did die
in a mine accident.

And it was a landslide.

And the place and the time.

It's the same way
her father died... exactly.

So you think her father and my
brother were the same person.

I think it's possible.

Yes, it's possible.

Only Charles never had a
daughter. He was never married.

Well, you lost track of him
for a while.

He could've met someone.

And had a daughter who just happens
to turn up 20 years later in Medicine Bow?

I wish I could find
a picture of him.

Charles? Yes. To see if
there's any resemblance.

Well, there should be one
in there someplace.

It would have to be an old one.

Well, that's all right, just
so long as it shows his face.

Hmm. Didn't know I was
such a collector.

There's a bill of sale for some cattle I
bought in Texas before you were born.

Here. Here's one.

I don't know if it'll
do you much good.

But that's Charles on
the right, me in the middle.

Then that's my father.

Mmm. The three Grainger boys.

That's probably the longest
we ever stood still.

Well, you see any resemblance?

No, I can't tell.

Why did he go away?

Well, Charles had
a mind of his own.

He didn't want to raise cattle. He
was more interested in raising holy Ned.

Did you fight? Constantly.

Tooth and nail.

Your father was the peacemaker.

No, Charles and I never saw
eye-to-eye on anything.

I suppose I drove him away.

I was hard on him.
Too hard probably.

He got in some kind
of a drunken scrape,

and I had to pay his jail fine.

I lit into him.

He took a horse and saddle
and a rifle.

I never saw him again.

I got a letter from somebody who
knew him, telling about his death.

So I sent $50 to pay his debts.

Uncle Clay.

If there's a chance
that she's his daughter,

don't you think you should
go and see her?

Morning, Bart. Well,
Mr. Grainger, how are you?

I see you're keeping busy.

Yeah. Doing my own
swampin' these days.

What can I do for you?

Do you have a new girl working
here, an entertainer... a Miss Garson?

- Miss Claire. Yeah, that's right.
- Do you know where she is?

Oh, this time of day, she
might be just about anywhere.

Why don't you ask her
father? He's right over there.

Thanks.

Good morning. Good morning.

Never too early for a
game of cards, is it? No.

Uh, I'm looking
for a Miss Claire Garson.

What for? I'd
like to talk to her.

What about? I thought we
might have a mutual acquaintance.

You and Miss Claire?

Well, that doesn't seem
very likely, does it?

I was told you might know
where I could find her.

Now, why would I know?

You're her father, aren't you?

More or less. What's
that supposed to mean?

Well, it could mean I'm not given to
discussing my personal life in saloons,

especially with people
I don't know.

I'm Clay Grainger.
Nathaniel E. Watson.

Watson? Well, then
you're not her father.

No. Just an elderly friend,
partner and watchdog.

Did you happen to know
Mr. Garson?

I never had that honor.
He passed away many years ago.

Mining accident, I believe.

Fortunately, Miss Claire was
little more than a baby at the time...

and doesn't recall a thing.

Well, I'd like to see her
if I may.

Second door on the right.

And knock loud. She sleeps late.

We're show people, you know.

Thank you, Mr. Watson.
Just call me Doc.

Yes.

Miss Garson?

Yes. Who is it?
I'm Clay Grainger.

I'd like to speak to you
for a minute if I may.

Uh, just... Just a minute.

Um, I'm not dressed yet.

I can come back later
if it'd be more convenient.

No, no. I'll just be a minute.

Ah. Come in. Thank you.

Grainger... I met someone
by that name.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth Grainger.

My niece.

She bandaged my finger.
She was very helpful.

I can hardly see
where it's cut now.

Yeah.

Uh, you wanted to speak
to me, Mr. Grainger?

Yes.

Elizabeth mentioned that her uncle and
your father might have known each other,

perhaps even died
in the same mining accident.

Oh, yes.

There, uh... there was some
sort of, uh, coincidence.

I was wondering if you might know
some of the details of that accident.

The information I had about my
brother's death was rather sketchy.

Well, I... I wish
I could help you,

but I don't really
remember much about it.

- Do you know the name of the mine?
- No.

Well, it doesn't really
matter, I guess.

I just thought I might look
it up someday. The mine?

I should think it's all covered
with dirt from the landslide.

It's more than just a mine,
isn't it?

They never dug those men out.
It's their grave as well.

Well, I never thought of it
like that.

Funny to think of it
as my father's grave.

And my brother's.

Mr. Grainger, do you mind if
I get dressed while we talk?

I don't want to take up
any more of your time.

I just thought perhaps I might find
out something about my brother...

that I... that I didn't know.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

I was so small at the time.

Maybe your mother
might know something.

Oh, she's dead.

She died when we
reached San Francisco. Oh.

Well, in that case...

Miss Garson, where
did you get that?

Oh, I've had that
since I was a baby.

I guess my father gave it to me.

Mr. Grainger, I don't know whether you
trust my judgment as you did my father's,

but I'll tell you what he would've
said if he were sitting in this chair.

"Clay, I smell a swindle."

You say the same thing?

With just as much certainty.

Well, I thought so too.
Then I saw the medallion.

My father designed it himself.
He had three copies made...

and gave one to each
of his sons.

The one she has is an exact
duplicate of that one.

Hmm. Where did she get it?

She says she's had it
ever since she was a baby.

She guesses
her father gave it to her.

And what did you say?

Nothing. I wanted
to see you first...

before I said or did anything.

Bill, I realize the odds
against this are fantastic.

Mr. Grainger,
look at it logically.

The girl and the old man
are in it together.

Now, somehow they got ahold
of that medallion...

and picked up a couple of
background facts on Charles.

Now they want to pass the girl
off as the niece I never knew I had.

The whole thing is too
smooth. It's too convenient.

They know what they're after.

Elizabeth's trust fund
comes to maturity soon.

And if that girl can convince
you that she's your niece,

then she is entitled
to half of it.

Mm-hmm. That had
crossed my mind.

They must have gone to a lot
of time and trouble to set this up.

In a way, you've got
to admire it.

You realize, of course,
they're making no claims.

They're letting you jump
to all the conclusions...

so that, legally,
they are in the clear.

I'm not worried
about the legalities.

I just want to know if this girl could
possibly be my brother's daughter.

Mmm. Well, as you say,
the odds are fantastic, but...

I'll look into it if you want
me to. You go ahead.

If she is my niece, I've
got a lot to make up for.

And now, Miss Claire, with your
astonishing powers of perception,

can you tell us, sight unseen,
the nature of this article?

A glass.

A glass of what?

A glass of beer.

Absolutely correct.

How did it taste?

Delicious.

Thank you, sir. And have
a fresh glass on the house.

And now, is there a gentleman
with a personal item in his pocket...

that Miss Claire can identify?

How about you, sir?

Come, come, come, gentlemen.
There's nothing to be afraid of.

Having your mind read
won't hurt you.

Surely you must have
something on your person, sir.

No. Whiskey.

Hey, what about
this? Hey! Not that!

Thank you, sir. That
will serve admirably.

- Now, Miss Claire, are you ready?
- Yes.

Can you tell me what am I
holding high over my head?

A letter.

A letter. And what sort
of a letter?

Uh, a perfumed letter.

Yes, indeedy.

- And what is its scent? Can you tell?
- Lilac.

And what is the point of
origin of this scented missive?

Uh...

I seem to see a... a city
on a great river.

It... It appears to be St. Louis.

Is that right? Huh?
Yes. That-That's right.

Miss Claire is always right.
She never misses, sir.

Now can you tell me
who wrote the letter?

Oh, a lady, of
course. Of course.

And now can you tell me
the first letter of the first name?

"M."

Mamie. I didn't
know she could write.

So far, you are 100% correct.

No. Let me make that
1,000% correct.

And now, Miss Claire, with the
aid of your miraculous powers,

can you tell me
what the letter says?

Well, let's hear it
for the little lady, huh?

- Fake!
- She's nothing but a fake.

She's no mind reader.
She's a fake. That's all.

It's all right, gentlemen.
It's all right.

There's always
a skeptic in the crowd.

I can prove she's a fake.

She can see right through
that blindfold.

Now, sir, if you have
any complaints,

I suggest you speak to the
management after the performance.

Out of the way! I just
wanna look at the blindfold.

Put it away, nice and easy.

Kinda warm in here.

Why don't you take a
walk outside and cool off?

Well, that concludes
our evening's performance.

We thank you
for your kind attention.

You all right, Doc? I'm getting
too old for this sort of thing.

Otherwise, I'm fine.

May I? Certainly.

Hmm. He was wrong.
Can't see a thing.

Blocks a nice view.

May I?

Oh. Thank you. My pleasure.

Claire, I don't think we can
stay in Medicine Bow any longer.

- You just got here.
- Oh, well, that man will come back.

They always do... the
ones who hate to be fooled.

The dullards and pea brains who
haven't the sense to be entertained.

In a case like this, it's
always better to move on.

We'll need train fare, Doc.

Ah, yes. One moment, gentlemen.

I wish to call your attention
to this ordinary-looking hat.

You will notice
that it is quite empty.

We hope to remedy this situation
through your kindness and generosity.

Please, sir, no wooden nickels.

Thank you very much, sir.

Ah, we're most grateful.

When do you leave? Tomorrow.

Do you have to? Well,
there's no reason to stay.

Surely that's worth
a few paltry coins.

Well... Uh...

Come in.

Oh.

Did you see their act? Yes, I
did. I took Trampas along with me.

He really got wrapped up
in it. Well, what'd you think?

Well, I'm no expert,
but I'll say this.

Whatever else they may be,
they're real entertainers.

Then they could be here for the reason
they said... just to perform at the saloon.

Yeah, but they won't
be here long.

They're catching a train
out tomorrow morning.

A train?

Well, Bill McGraw sent to San
Francisco for information on 'em.

He doesn't expect to hear
anything for another week.

The last I saw of them, they
were raising money for the tickets.

What... Tomorrow morning?

What if it turns out
she really is my niece?

An engagement, sir?

Well, now, just what is the
nature of your establishment?

It's a ranch... my home.

My niece is giving
a party next week,

and my foreman and top hand told us
about your act, how entertaining it was.

So I thought maybe I could
get you to perform for us.

Oh. Well, let me see now.
That's... That's next week?

Week from Saturday.
Oh, Saturday's a big night.

The saloons are always full
on Saturday nights.

I heard about your ruckus
downstairs last night.

Oh. But all of my
guests will be sober.

Well, that is a consideration.

Were those your men who
helped us out the other night?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Well, what do you say,
Mr. Watson?

Are you available
for employment?

"Available" hardly
begins to cover it.

Except that we can't possibly
stay in Medicine Bow another week.

We don't have money.
You're right, my dear.

You see, Mr. Grainger, the
innkeeper has been giving us lodging...

in return for our services.

We are, however, allowed
to keep what falls into the hat.

And I... I can't
work here another night.

That man will come back,
and he'll bring his friends.

- Remember Seattle?
- Yes, I still have the lumps.

Uh, money is a bit of a problem.

I was only able to collect enough
for two train tickets to the next town.

Well, I can remedy that. I'll
give you an advance on your fee.

Ah, that's a very interesting
proposition.

Or better yet, why not be our
guests at the ranch until the party?

We really should move on.

However, I leave the decision
to Miss Claire.

Is it really as
important as all that?

Elizabeth would certainly like you
to stay. She's looking forward to it.

All right. We accept
the engagement.

And thank you
very much, sir. Fine.

I'll send somebody for your
things. We'll be expecting you.

Ah, yes. And you have
my personal guarantee, sir,

that your party will be
a most memorable occasion.

I'm sure it will.

Good-bye, Miss
Claire. Mr. Grainger.

Well? How did it go?

Beautiful, Mr. McGraw.
Beautiful.

And please thank Mr. Lynch
for his admirable performance.

He played the part of
the heckler to perfection.

Here's to the long-lost
relative.

May she be found,
but never found out.

They're here.

Come on in. Welcome to Shiloh.

My niece, Elizabeth.
This is Mr. Watson.

Ah, this is an enchanted moment.

Thank you.

It's gonna be fun
having you both here.

Well, it'll certainly be a
change from what we're used to.

Come on. I'll show you
your room.

Well, I hope you'll both
be comfortable here.

Mmm.

Ah, I must say, this is
a definite improvement...

over that squirrel cage
we've been living in.

And this is your room.

Oh. It's beautiful.

I'm sure it doesn't compare
with hotel rooms.

You can't imagine some
of the hotels I've stayed in.

Oh! I didn't know
they made 'em this soft.

Uncle Clay mentioned
his brother Charles to you.

Mm-hmm.

He had two brothers...
Uncle Charles and my father.

My father's dead.
So's my mother.

So we're a pair of orphans...
Another coincidence.

You know, actually,
we have a lot in common.

I'm sure you're gonna
like it here.

Well, I'm afraid I don't
know much about ranches.

I'm a real city girl.

- Can you ride?
- No.

Mmm, I can fix that. I'll have one of
the hands pick out a horse for you.

Well, just make sure
it's a very tame horse.

Very old and very
slow. That's it.

In fact, if he doesn't move
at all, I'll be a lot happier.

You know, I... I usually
don't envy people,

yet... I envy you.

Why?

Oh. I don't know.

All this.

Howdy.

Uh, what should I do with these?

Mmm. Well, why don't you
bring them in?

Say, that's a good idea.

- Where should I put 'em?
- What do you think about the floor?

It's nice.

Oh.

Whew! Now, you better
be careful.

You give this girl half a chance,
and she'll talk your ears off.

Have I been talking too much?

No. Well, don't
say I didn't warn you.

Remember the parrot.

- What parrot?
- You didn't tell her about that?

Well, Liz had a parrot, see.
She had it about, oh, three years.

She didn't know whether
the bird could talk or not.

Poor bird never got a chance
to open his mouth.

Out. Out.

See? See? She'll never say
something once if she can say it twice.

And while you're out there, find a
nice, gentle horse for Claire to ride.

A horse? For what? Oh! To ride.

Oh. Oh.

Now you see what I have
to put up with around here.

Oh.

Come on. Huh?

That's it. Oh.

Come on. Well, I got
good news for you.

You can get off now. I
don't know if I'm able to.

Oh, you're doin' real great for somebody
who's never been on a horse before.

You might be gettin' a
little sore. Watch your step.

Oh. Here.

See? As far as you can see...

Shiloh Ranch.

You like working
for the Graingers?

Yep. They're good people.
And this is a good ranch.

What more could I want?

Oh, I don't know. People
want different things.

That's for sure.
Take you and Doc.

Workin' indoors,
travelin' all over.

I couldn't take that kind
of life. Oh, it's not that bad.

Oh, I'm not sayin' it's bad.
It's just I couldn't live that way.

Well, you don't know
anything about it.

I've spent an hour or two
in saloons before.

I know, after a while, you gotta step
outside and get a breath of fresh air.

Well, you may be right
about that.

But people like Doc, they
just ignore that part of it.

- They look forward to the better times.
- What about people like you?

I want to see to it that
Doc gets those better times.

- He's been like a father to me.
- At first, I thought he was.

Well, he's all the family
I've ever known.

It's his act. He works on it,
improves it so that we'll be ready.

- For what?
- The variety theaters back East.

Oh.

I was just thinkin' that maybe you'd
get kind of tired of movin' around...

and like to settle down
in one spot.

Well, if you're asking me if I
want to get married someday...

No, ma'am, that's not
what I'm asking.

There's nothing wrong with
marriage... for married people.

Well, I didn't really think
you were proposing.

No. No, I was just, uh...
Well, what I meant was...

I just thought you might get tired of
moving around from place to place...

and pretend to be
something you're not.

What do you mean?

Well, acting... playing
the part of a mind reader.

That's what I call
real hard work. Yeah.

Well, it's getting late.
I think I'd better get back.

I promised to help
with dinner. Oh.

- Did I say something out of line?
- No.

Oh.

Yeah, I guess you're right. I, uh... I
just don't understand show people.

This is the only room
you haven't seen.

I saved it till the last.

This is where we store
all the odds and ends...

we can't quite bring ourselves
to throw away.

Come on in.

It's not a very cheerful room
even in the daytime,

but we won't be here long.

I just want to show you
a couple things...

Family skeletons,

mementos of another time,
another place.

Another world almost.

Now, uh, I found this
in the bottom of that trunk.

I'd completely
forgotten about it.

My brother sent this to me
from California.

No letter, just...
Just that picture of a mine.

Which one's your brother?

Oh, you're the mind reader.
You tell me.

That one.

That's Charles.

- Why did you pick him?
- He looked the most like you.

No, uh, there wasn't
much family resemblance.

He favored my mother's side.

I have another picture of him
here taken a few years earlier.

What did I do with that?

Oh, here it is.

Oh, that was
our regimental flag.

Fourth Texas Cavalry. We
served together, the three of us.

Now this was
several years earlier.

And that snow, by the way, was
painted in by the photographer.

I think it must have
been my mother's idea.

Now, which one of those
would you say is Charles?

Oh, that one.

Either you have some
mental power, or else...

Or else you're the
best guesser I ever met.

It's not even
a good picture of Charles.

Doesn't do him justice.

- He had bright blue eyes...
- And light red hair.

What'd you say? His hair.

What about his hair?

I was talking about
my father. I... I suddenly

remembered that
he had light red hair.

So did my brother.
So did Charles.

No, I didn't tell you that.
How could I? I didn't know.

Well, then how did I know?
What made me say it?

Oh, must have been
a lucky guess.

But I wouldn't push our luck too far.
You could've been wrong, you know.

It wasn't a guess. I knew.

You knew the color
of Charles Grainger's hair?

My father's hair.

Are you sure?

No. No, of course not.

You don't even remember him.

Well, anyway, that flash of
intuition, or whatever it was you had,

served a useful purpose.

Grainger is practically
convinced you're his niece.

Doc, I'm not sure I want
to go through with this.

I know I was the one...

who said it would be a good
way to make some fast money.

You were against it
from the beginning.

Yeah. I didn't like Lynch
when I met him, and I still don't.

But you got a good point
about the money.

Sure would help
to send us back east.

Ah. Those theaters
back there... royal palaces.

Solid brass cuspidors
in every dressing room.

I've always wanted us
to play Boston,

New York, Philadelphia.

Doc, I know how important
that is to you.

It's just... Elizabeth
and her Uncle Clay...

They're not strangers anymore.

You think it's better
to cheat strangers?

I don't know.

I... I guess I thought it
would just be a trick like...

Like pretending
to be a mind reader.

But it's not. It's just not.

Whoa.

Hope we didn't
keep you waiting too long.

We just got here
ourselves. Ah. Good.

How's everything going
at Shiloh? Fine, fine.

I was just telling Miss Claire she's doing
the greatest acting job of her career.

Let's hope you're right. We'll finish this
off Saturday night at the Grainger party.

I'll have the documents
to prove she's Grainger's niece.

What happens after that?

Just keep on acting until the papers
are drawn up to divide the trust fund.

Then you go on your way
and spend your earnings.

There's really
nothing to it, is there?

No, on the contrary.
There's a great deal to it.

But we can't afford to have
any costly second thoughts.

Who said anything
about second thoughts?

Are there any doubts,
Miss Claire?

No, no. She's just, uh, having
a little case of stage fright.

You got a bad habit
of answering for her.

Let her do her own talkin'.

Yes. We'd be interested to know what
she has on her mind at this moment.

- I told you, she's a little scared.
- Shut up.

It's all right, Doc.
I'll tell them.

I don't like any of it.
I'm sorry I got into it.

But you did get into it,
and you can't get out.

Not now. We're too close.

They owe me this,
and I'm gonna collect.

I won't let you interfere
with my plans.

You understand that?

Do you understand?

Yes.

Now, Mr. Lynch has
a stake in this too.

If anything should happen
to spoil it, he'll kill you both.

All right, let's go.

Well, I was wonderin'
who was playing.

Elizabeth is good, but
nowhere near that good.

Where'd you learn? Oh, some
of the better saloons have pianos.

Oh. Well, uh, go on, play.

Yeah.

- Nice.
- Kind of sad.

That's the kind of mood
you're in, huh?

Well, you know what I do
when I get to feelin' like that?

I go for a ride into town.

Of course, I'm feelin'
pretty good today.

But I gotta go into town anyway,

buy some stuff for the party.

Might, uh, do you a lot of
good to go into town with me.

Oh. I've got some things to do.

All afternoon? All afternoon.

Oh, well, that leaves
the rest of the morning.

Trampas, I'm really...
Another thing a girl should do...

when she gets to feeling like that
is, uh, spend some time with me,

which you haven't done
the last couple of days.

Now, let's see.
What could we do?

I got it.

You can let me in
on that big secret of yours.

What secret?

That mind reading thing you do.

I know there's a trick to it, but
I'll be darned if I can figure it out.

Do you really want
to know? Sure.

I figure it'll come in handy
working on a ranch like this.

Next time a heifer's lookin' at
me, I'll know what she's thinking.

Only if you both
know the code. Code?

That's how it's done, and
it takes a while to learn it.

Well, I got a while. Teach me.

Okay. The first word is the key.

What do you mean "key"?

Oh, for instance, Doc holds
up a silver dollar. Silver dollar.

And he says, "Will you tell me
what I have here? Quickly, please."

Now the key word is "will."
It has four letters.

Which means that the
fourth letter of the last word...

will tell us what the object is.

The last word is "quickly."
Uh-uh. The last word is "please."

Well, the "please" at the end of the
sentence means the object is silver.

Now, the fourth letter
of the last word is "C."

"C" stands for "cartwheel."
"Cartwheel" stands for "dollar,"

And so we have
silver dollar. Got it?

Would you mind going over
that again? Quickly, please.

Ah. Chess.

A gentleman's game. I
haven't played it in years.

What's the bet?

Bet? In a chess game?

Just a small wager
to make it interesting.

Shall we say, uh, a dollar?

Oh, uh, I don't remember
the name of this fellow.

That's a rook.

- Shall we say half a dollar?
- You're on.

Your move.

How'd you come to
meet Claire, Mr. Watson?

Uh, that's a very interesting
tale, Mr. Grainger.

I was working in San Francisco
with my wife, Dolores.

We did a magic act.
You know, coins, cards,

mysterious floating objects.

One evening, we were
returning from a performance.

We passed the orphanage.
It was on fire.

Naturally, we ran to help. One of
the children we saved was Claire.

My wife fell in love with the little
tot. We raised her as our own.

After Dolores passed away,
I... I took Claire into the act...

just so I could
keep an eye on her.

She ever speak of her parents?

Now, that's a very funny thing.

You see, the fire was a terrible
shock to her. Sort of rattled her memory.

She was very close to a couple
of other little girls in the orphanage.

They used to stay awake nights after
lights were out talking to one another,

recalling memories of home.

And to this day,
Claire doesn't know...

which of those scattered
fragments of memory are her own...

and which are those she
only heard from the other girls.

Mmm. What did she tell you?

Well, it's...
It's rather peculiar.

An odd mixture
of fact and fancy.

I remember on one occasion I
was showing her a map of America...

The states and territories,
you know?

I pointed out Texas.

Tears welled up in her eyes,
and she said,

"My Daddy lived in Texas."

Mmm.

I'm from Texas.

My brothers and I
were raised there.

Is that a fact?

Seems you're in danger of
losing your queen, mein host.

Check.

Claire? Oh.

Claire, it's all right.

I saw it. I saw the mine.

I was right... right there.

She's having
one of her nightmares.

Oh. Oh, it was so real.

I saw the whole mountain
just... falling away.

It's all right, Claire. You're
just... having a dream.

All that rock and dirt...
Tons of it... crushing the mine.

Texas Four.

What was the name of the mine?

Your father's mine.

Texas Four.

Fourth Cavalry... Texas Four.

That was Uncle Charles's mine.

Yeah.

We're the only ones
who knew that.

I saw it.

It was right there, the flag.

Oh, I'm so confused.

Of course you are.
You get some sleep now.

We'll talk about it
in the morning.

Ye-Yes.

Elizabeth.

Sleep well.

Doc. Doc, wake up.

Wake up, Doc.

- Who's there?
- Shh.

Oh. Claire. What's the matter?

Doc, get up and get dressed.

We've gotta get out of here
right now, tonight.

Tonight? We can't do that. McGraw
and Lynch would be after us in a minute.

Not if we caught the train out of
here before they knew we were gone.

The train doesn't
come through till morning.

We'll have to wait in town. We
can't stay here another night.

Why not?

Doc, I was telling the truth
about that dream. I...

I saw that landslide. I... I knew the
name of the mine. I remembered.

Oh, no.

You're pretending
to be Grainger's niece,

and you remembered what
happened to her, not you.

No, Doc. To me.

That was my father's mine.

No, child. No.

Those pictures in the trunk
and the regimental flag...

I had such a feeling about them.

I've had that same feeling ever
since I've gotten into this house.

I can't stay here another night.

But if you really believe
you're Grainger's niece,

I don't see the logic of running
away in the middle of the night.

Doc, I feel it.
I-I probably believe it, but...

But I... I have no proof.

All the little girls
in the orphanage, we...

We all told each other stories.

Maybe this is just one of
them I heard in the night.

It's some other girl's
memory. I... I don't know.

Don't you see? I can't be sure.

McGraw has the documents
he manufactured.

They'll convince Grainger. You
could go right on staying here.

Possibly living a lie,
never to know the truth.

Oh, Doc, I can't do that.
Please.

Please, let's just take the
train to the end of the line.

I don't care where we go, just...
just as long as it's away from here.

This could get us in a
lot of trouble, you know?

But we've been
in trouble before.

We'll be in trouble again
before we're through.

If nothing else, it certainly
makes life interesting.

But it sure plays hob
with a man's sleep.

Well, maybe she went for a walk.
It's a beautiful morning.

She said she was going
to help me in the kitchen.

I waited for over an hour,
and then I went up to her room.

She wasn't there.

What about Doc
Watson? He's gone too.

People don't just disappear.

Not without reason anyway.

Oh, have you seen Claire?

No, but we just
came from the barn.

We're missing
a couple of horses.

We're missing a
couple of people too.

Maybe they rode into town.

Why? I don't know.

Something's happened. I'm sure.

I can send one of the hands
into Medicine Bow to look for 'em.

Well, I'll go if it's
all right with you.

It's all right with me. Take
as much time as you want.

Trampas. Find her, please.

We'd better stay here
till the train pulls in,

keep our exposure at a minimum.

I hope it's on time.

I suppose they've missed
us at Shiloh by now.

I suppose so. They
may come looking for us.

I know two gentlemen who will.

Elizabeth was looking
forward so much to her party.

I wish I hadn't had
to spoil it for her.

Well, should be
a very interesting evening...

when Mr. McGraw arrives
with his false documents...

and finds
his little bird has flown.

Oh, howdy, Trampas. This
is kind of early for you, ain't it?

Yeah. Uh, you haven't seen Claire and
Doc Watson around this morning, have you?

No. I ain't seen them
since they quit.

Yeah, I thought they was
stayin' out to Shiloh. They were.

I think I'd better check
the hotel. Thanks anyway.

Can I get you another shot? No.

Do you know if there's
a train through here today?

Should be one in any minute.

For a minute, I thought
it had stopped.

Funny how the time crawls
when you're waiting for a train.

Is that a teardrop I see?

No.

My mistake.

Well, we've still got
a little expense money left.

It's not enough to get us to the

Hammerstein's in New
York, but it's a start.

Uh-oh.

He won't shoot in front
of the whole town.

It's been my experience that angry
men are inclined to be unreasonable.

Now it has to come in.

The tracks run along back here.

If we wait till the train
is ready to leave,

you can scoot out the back door
and jump in the caboose.

He'll... He'll see us,
Doc. He has to.

Not "us," my dear. You.

My caboose-jumping days
are over.

I'm not going without
you. Now you listen to me.

You haven't even heard my plan.

I'll go out front,
divert his attention.

I'll tell him you ran out on me.

I'll tell him you... you rode off
to Laramie on a Shiloh horse.

He'll never believe that.

I'll make him believe it.
You know me, dear.

I can talk a rabbit
out of its hole.

I can talk a turtle
out of its shell.

He'll kill you.

I'd never get in the way
of a bullet.

You know me better
than that. Come on.

Doc.

We wanna play Hammerstein's,
don't we?

Oh, we'll set those booking
agents on fire with our act.

You just wait and see.

But first we have to get out of
here, and this is the only way.

I'll catch up with you tomorrow
in Cheyenne.

You be careful.

Oh, don't you worry about me.

Hurry, child. Hurry.

Mr. Lynch. Mr. Lynch.

Over here. Quick.

I've got something to tell you.

In here.

Never try to reason...
with an unreasonable man.

Where is she, Doc?

I can talk a rabbit
out of its hole.

I can talk...

Evening, Mr. Grainger.
Harper. Glad to see you.

Make yourselves right at home.

Is Elizabeth feeling any better?

She hasn't come down yet.

Maybe I shouldn't have told
her about Doc until after the party.

She'd have heard about it
from somebody else.

News like that travels fast.

I wish Doc would've been able
to tell me something about it.

Must've had something to do
with them leaving town so soon.

They were running. What
were they running from?

I wonder if we'll ever know.

Hi. Howdy.

Anything new in town?

The sheriff's wired every stop on the
railroad to be on the lookout for Claire.

Nobody's seen her yet. What
about the man who killed Watson?

His name was Lynch. That's
about all anybody knows about him.

He was new in town.

First time I saw him was that night in
the saloon when he caused the trouble.

Think he killed Doc over that?

I'm going up and see
Elizabeth. You know everybody.

Shake 'em by the hand and show
'em where the refreshments are.

When Bill McGraw shows up,
have him wait in the study.

Elizabeth?
I'm in here, Uncle Clay.

Folks are asking for you.

I thought Claire might
have left something behind...

that would tell us
where she was going.

I found this under her pillow.

What does it say?

"Dear Elizabeth, I can't leave
without saying good-bye.

"Someday, I hope to be able
to explain to you and your uncle,

"but now I can only run away
from Shiloh as quickly as possible.

"I know I'm doing
the right thing.

"I only wish I hadn't
waited so long.

Please forgive me. Claire."

Let me see that.

Howdy. Hi.

Hey, nice to see
you, Seth. Come on in.

Nice to see you. Looks like this is
gonna be some kind of a shindig.

Where's Clay? Oh,
he's around somewhere.

Say, did you hear about
the shooting in town?

Two fellas got killed
in the livery stable.

Yeah, heard about that.
Drinks are right over here, Seth.

Now you're talkin'.
See ya later.

This is gonna be
some party. Mm-hmm.

Hello, Bill.

Oh, Mr. Grainger.

Sorry to keep you
waiting. That's all right.

Well, I told you I'd have some
news one way or the other.

Sit down. No man likes
to admit he was wrong,

but I'm afraid that's the case.

- Was I wrong?
- Oh, no, not you. Me.

I was dead wrong about the girl.

Mr. Grainger, I have papers here that
prove beyond a shadow of a doubt...

that Claire Garson
is your niece.

Well, where is the young lady?

I'd like to be there
when you tell her the news.

I take it you didn't
come through Medicine Bow.

No. I came straight
from Laramie.

A colleague from San Francisco
met me there with the papers.

Why? What's happened?

Claire's gone.

Gone? When?

Sometime last night.
She vanished without a trace.

Doc Watson was killed
this morning in town.

Do they know who
did it? Yes, they know.

It was a man by the name of
Lynch. He was a stranger in town.

He's dead too. He tried to
shoot it out with my top hand.

Do you have any idea why
this man killed Doc Watson?

No. Except that they had had
a run-in in the saloon one night.

It's ironic, isn't it?

I thought I was
bringing you good news.

Now it has very little meaning.

If only she'd waited
a little while longer.

Say, did I ever tell you about the time I
nearly drowned in a barrel of whiskey?

Yes, I believe you did. It was up
Dakota way, about six, seven years ago.

Here she is. There was
only this one saloon...

Claire.

Oh, Trampas. Evening, Claire.

I have something I want
to tell you. I know. I know.

Claire.

Claire. Are you
all right? Oh, yes.

You had us frightened
half to death.

We didn't know if we'd
ever see you again.

Oh, this is Mr. McGraw,
my attorney.

I'm pleased to meet you,
Miss Claire.

Claire! Oh!

Where were you?
I was so worried.

I'll explain later.

Ladies and gentlemen, you were
promised some entertainment this evening.

I'm not going to disappoint you.

If you will please be seated, the
performance will begin at once.

Claire, you don't
have to do this.

Please, I want to.

Now, I'm without my usual
costume and props,

so I'll have to improvise.

So if I may borrow
a lady's scarf...

or a man's handkerchief.

Oh.

Here. Thank you.

Please tie it securely so that
my eyes are completely covered.

Oh. There you go.

Good.

I regret to announce that
my usual partner in this act...

Mr. Doc Watson... will be unable
to assist me in this performance.

Trampas, will you help me?

Oh, sure. Thank you.

If I can.

Now, will someone
in the audience...

please hold up an object for
me to identify, sight unseen.

Ah. Here's a gentleman. Uh...

Uh, will you tell me
what I have here.

Quickly, please.

I get an impression of... money.

It appears to be a dollar,
a silver dollar.

Is that correct, sir? Sure is.

Well, uh...

Would anybody else
like to try to test...

the miraculous powers
of Miss Claire?

Any object at all,
personal or otherwise.

Only don't make it
too hard. Oh, here.

Hmm. Here's a gold watch.

Let's not make it too easy.

Well, uh, gentlemen. Hmm?

Does Mr. McGraw have
something for me to identify...

Something in his pocket perhaps?

Well.

How about it, Mr. McGraw? You
have something in your pocket?

Well, only some
confidential papers.

The gentleman
has some papers in his pocket.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I shall now perform a feat that has
never before been accomplished...

Not on the finest stage in
the finest theater in New York.

May I have your complete
attention, please?

I shall now reveal the nature
of Mr. McGraw's papers...

while they are still
in his pocket.

No, really,
they are confidential.

I see a document,

a signed, legal document.

It appears to be
a birth certificate.

The name on that certificate
is becoming clear.

It's my name.

This certificate proves that
I am Clay Grainger's niece.

Wait, please.

I'm... getting a new impression.

Something different,

something unusual about
this birth certificate.

It's a forgery.

It was forged by the man...

who has attempted
to deceive Clay Grainger...

and to cheat his niece,
Elizabeth,

the man responsible
for the death...

of someone I dearly loved.

Oh!

You owe me that money.

My father did your legal work
for years.

Oh, yes, he was paid for it.

But in the end, medical
expenses took every last penny.

He left me nothing!

Nothing but a law practice... long days
wasted handling other people's estates!

Isn't that funny?

Isn't that the perfect joke?

My father's estate was nothing!

Oh!

I wish you'd
change your mind, Claire.

You're welcome
to make Shiloh your home.

Yes, I know,
and I thank you, but...

I've got to find out
the truth about myself.

- Does it matter?
- Well, it does to me.

My memories
are so jumbled now, I...

I don't know what's real
or what I just imagined...

from something I heard
in the orphanage.

I'm going to go back
to San Francisco...

and try to trace some
of those other girls.

If I can just talk to
them, I might find out.

But I've gotta know who I am.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.