All language subtitles for The Virginian S08E07 - A Love to Remember

Ah!

Barton, why do you always
got your gear in my way?

Why don't you...

I got... I got
somethin' in my boot.

Ow! Harper, you're on my foot!

What kind of "Good morning"
is this? A rotten morning.

Dirty...

- Come on!
- Hey, hey!

Hey! Come on.
Now put it... Put it... Ow!

Put that knife down. Hey! Oh!

Sharp knife. Hey. Hey!

Now, come on, Barton. Oh! Hey.

Get him up, boys.

Barton, you've been
nothing but trouble...

ever since you
joined this outfit.

Hey, that's my knife!
It was your knife!

- Now get out.
- Huh? What? What do you mean?

Get off the spread.
You're fired.

Fired? Oh, come on.
For that little scrap?

No, not just for
this. For all your

troublemaking in town
and here and all of it.

Now move.

Oh, you...

What am I supposed
to do with this?

You got yourself
a good heavy-duty moccasin.

All right, boys.

Get your chow and then ride out.

We'll be leavin' for town soon.

Sharp knife.

Mornin'. Mornin'.

Good mornin', Mark. Two beers.

Comin' up.

Well, two more days to go.

Well, it sounds like the carnival
started already. Yeah, they're practicing.

Oh, the, uh, agricultural display
will be in that empty spot...

next to the church over
by the railway tracks. Oh.

They're setting up
the farm machinery now.

Hay rakes and corn shuckers.
When's the carnival due?

Well, they're due
in today. Today?

That's right. Didn't
you have a little, uh...

Oh, yeah. Well, yeah. I
haven't seen her in about a year.

Sophia. You remember the girl
with the pink legs... Yeah, I remember.

Oh, your, uh, prize bulls are gonna be in
that corral next to the blacksmith's shop.

Oh? Well, Shiloh will win the
blue ribbon as we did last year.

Uh, speaking of bulls, we ran
one off today, Mark. Barton.

- Barton? You fire Barton?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, he kept a messy bunk.
- Barton was in here.

He come in for a keg
and some supplies.

Well, that means
he's moving out.

Not necessarily.
He might be holin' up.

Yeah. He's bad trouble,
that Barton.

Doesn't do anything I can lock
him up for... leastwise catch him at it.

But he's a mean man.

Mean and clever.

Hyah! Hyah! Hey.
Here comes the stage...

Containing my pink-legged
trapeze artist.

Giddap!

Whoa. Ho.

Whoa! So...

You're not...

Ma'am.

Um, this one. Huh? Oh.

And this one and this one.

- And the two slim ones.
- Two slim ones.

Wait.

What you got in here,
ma'am... rifles?

Why, of course.

Could you tell me how I could
get to a place called Shiloh?

Shi... Well, you're in luck,
ma'am. I'm the top hand at Shiloh.

And, uh, he's
the foreman at Shiloh.

- Pleased to meet you, Miss, uh...
- Oakes. Julie Oakes.

I have a letter of
introduction to a Mr. Grainger.

Or his representative.

- An artist/reporter.
- From the Boston Review.

We're honored.

Well, you're in luck again.
We're having a celebration here.

- It's our annual fair.
- That's wonderful. I love fairs.

Will you, uh, be staying
at Shiloh, ma'am?

Oh, I don't know about that. This is just
a letter of introduction to Mr. Grainger...

to help me get acquainted
with people in town and so on.

Well, I'm sure Mr. Grainger
would be delighted to have you stay.

- Thank you.
- Trampas, why don't you get a buckboard?

I'll ride out with Miss
Oakes. Yo. Huh?

Well, uh...

Hey.

Coming out from the East,

I feel like a bottle of champagne
that's just been opened.

Lots of sky, lots of space.

It's different from the East.

You've been there? Oh, yes.

I've been and gone.

I-I didn't mean
to sound surprised.

But, well, you are
the definitive Westerner.

And yet, there's something else.

A polish, a manner.

Well, I think I'll, uh,

accept that as a compliment
and let it go.

Maybe it was all the banners
up for the fair and everything.

But as soon as I stepped
off the stagecoach,

I had this feeling that
something was going to happen.

Well.

Something exciting.

I hope it does.

Of course you will
stay at Shiloh. Well, I...

The hotel gets
pretty noisy. I insist.

Thank you very much. You'll
like the front room, Miss Oakes.

Julie, please. Thank
you. Please call me Holly.

Well, Julie, here's to
a happy stay in the West.

I'll drink to that too.

Ah!

So Bob Weeks is now managing
editor of the Boston Review.

Last time I saw him, all he had was a
printing press and a sack of potatoes.

I don't know
Mr. Weeks very well.

I'm not on the staff
of the magazine.

This is just an assignment...
My first.

But he seems to be
a very nice man.

Oh, he must think
highly of your work.

The Boston Review
hires only the best.

I don't know about that.
I... Perhaps I'm on trial.

But he has such fine
reporters and artists on his staff.

Usually, they work in teams.

I'm the first
artist/writer combined.

You must get twice the pay.

No. Twice the work.

Did you know that Sitting Bull
was an artist/reporter?

No, I didn't.

Yes, he had some
poetry published in England.

But after the Custer massacre,
his work appeared in Harper's,

both drawings and texts,
under the byline "Porte Crayon."

He keeps well up on his reading.

We get some long
winters out here.

Well, Julie, if you'd like some
introductions in town for interviews...

Businessmen, schoolmaster... Thank
you. I'd like that very much indeed.

But first, I'd like to get
the feel of the place.

You know, wander about.

Where is that nice young man
that I'd mistaken for the porter?

Trampas? I guess, by now,
he's with the pink-legged Sophia...

Artist of the trapeze.

♪♪

- Sophia!
- Trampas!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Ah, Sophia!

♪♪

My, what a beautiful
Western sky.

Medicine Bow seemed to be
bubbling with excitement.

It must be the fair.
Maybe it's you.

I'd sure like to be able to show
you around town tomorrow.

No. No, you've got your job,
and, well, I've got mine.

However... Yes?

On the way from town,

we passed what looked
like a trout stream.

I thought I'd give it a try.

Oh, now I know what's in
those long leather cases of yours.

Fly rods. When I see
water, I've got to fish it.

You'll catch some
fine rainbows in there.

Oh, no. I don't care so much about
catching them. I just love to fish.

And anticipate.
I like the anticipation.

Well, good night. Good night.

♪♪

Hello. Good morning.

You make this spot even
prettier. Why, thank you.

Well. This reminds me of home.

I don't think this stream has
ever been dry fly-fished before.

Small boys with worms
and older boys with frog gigs.

But never a lady with a two-ounce,
eight-foot split bamboo rod...

and dry fly.

A bit of wool and feather
I tied with my own hands.

And then I cast it innocently
on that glassy surface.

Perhaps the hidden hook
is a magician's trick.

And this monster fish attacked my
bit of fluff with murder in his eyes.

He's the aggressor, not I.

Hey. You're a good artist.

Thank you. You know horses.

How they stand,
where they put their weight.

How about men?

When did you do that?

You couldn't have done it
at the time.

I did it here
this morning from memory.

It was my first look at you.

Go ahead and try it. Oh.
I was hoping you'd ask.

I think up here
looks like a better spot.

Julie?

Julie?

Wonderful. Wonderful fish.

You were far away for a while.

Was I? Yes, I guess I was.

I'm sorry.

See what I mean about bulls?
They get mean without a lady friend.

You tryin' to tell
me somethin'? No.

Look, Ord Glover's
the town's leading merchant.

Why shouldn't Julie
interview him?

He's also the town's leading
gentleman. Maybe so.

But he's not invited to
dinner tonight, and I am.

May I help you? Mr. Glover?

Yes. I'm Julie Oakes.

How do you do? How do you do?
Mr. Grainger gave me your name.

I'm with the Boston Review doing
some sketches and pieces on the West.

Oh, an artist/reporter. Yes.

Well, it's an honor to have
you with us, Miss Oakes.

Thank you very
much. I'm covering

frontiersmen, cattlemen
and mountain people,

and Mr. Grainger suggested that I talk
to you and get the merchant's viewpoint.

Well, it was very kind of
Mr. Grainger to send you to me.

Oakes. Julie Oakes.

Didn't you do an article about
some Polynesian people?

Yes, in the New York Journal.

Yes. Something about the
Hawaiian kings and their brides.

Yes. It was called "Lomi Lomi."

Yes. And how the royal brides
weren't permitted to exercise,

and they had to be massaged
by great fat ladies.

Yes, that was published
almost a year ago.

Well, it was a very
amusing article. Thank you.

I'm very flattered
that you remembered it.

May I show you
around? Of course.

This way. Thank you.

Oh, this is lovely.

Yes, it is lovely, isn't it?

What part of the East
are you from, Mr. Glover?

From Boston.

Call me Ord.

- Is there anything the matter?
- No. No, no.

It's just that
I'm from Boston too.

Well, then we do have something
in common, don't we?

Yes.

Uh, this is another...

beautiful item from Boston.

And, well, if Sophia has
changed, it's for the better.

She's got this new
routine, see. Oh.

Well, on the trapeze. Oh. I see.

How's Julie? Oh,
just fine. Just fine.

We went fishing today. I
haven't been fishing in years.

Well. That's good.

Yep. Julie's good for you.

How do you mean? Well, you're
a lot easier to get along with now.

Oh, yeah? Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna have to watch that.

It's like the sea.

The green hills,
the rolling fields.

And the purple mountains
are like storm waves.

You know the sea very
well then? And I miss it.

I've been to the South Seas on
one of Granddad's old whalers.

Oh, he would hate me to compare
anything to the sea... his sea.

Did I thank you for the
introduction to Ord Glover?

He's the reason that all
this sea business came up.

He's also from Boston.

He gave you some
good information, did he?

Yes, excellent.

Well, Ord Glover's
a businessman.

He knows his business, but...

You were going to qualify that.

I don't... I don't know exactly.

I know exactly.
He's a ladies' man.

Oh, that.
Well, I'm used to that.

Yes, I should think
you would be.

I take that as a compliment.

That's how it was intended.

I found Ord Glover
to be an erudite man.

Cultured... and disturbing.

How do you mean disturbing?

He reminds me of someone
or... something else.

It's odd.

It's as if I'd met him before,

but I know I haven't.

He's like someone you-you
keep seeing in the street...

and never know his name.

Well, we don't know anything
of his background...

except that he's from the East.

This is the first I knew
he was from Boston.

He just appeared in Medicine
Bow one day, and... that was that.

- How long ago?
- Oh, almost two years.

What kind of work
do you do exactly?

I mean, I know,
but I don't know.

Oh, I see to the cattle and see to
their feeding. Keep things in repair.

Must be hard
work. Takes all day.

It's right down at the beginning
of things, isn't it?

Earth, feed, water, animals.

Not much can go wrong when you
deal with basics like that.

Not much can go wrong
if you keep busy.

Well, I wonder if I could do it.

Why not? Well, my job
now... I'm an observer.

I don't get that
involved, not with basics.

I look, I listen, I watch people
getting involved. Then I put it down.

Well, someone has to record it.

The Polynesians never had a
written language. It's all in song.

Yes. I look at it that way too.

And that's all right.
But they've lost a lot.

You're like an eagle, soaring
over the land, watching.

Yes. Yes, and looking for
a place that suits my fancy.

And another eagle.

I think maybe I've...
I've found it here.

Will I see you tomorrow?

I've got to ride out to the line
camp. I'll be gone a couple of days.

But I'll be back.

So there I was... treed, bears
clawin' at the trunk below me,

a snappin' eagle settin' on a nest
full of eggs at the top of the tree.

I couldn't climb up,
and I couldn't climb down.

So what did you do?

The only thing left to do...
Took to the air.

- Oh. Wings!
- Like a flyin' squirrel.

- Went glidin' to the ground like this.
- What about the bears?

Didn't even see me.

May I see it? Sure.

Say! You like it?

I'll say. Then you can have it.

Well, thanks. Uh,
thanks. You're welcome.

Hello. Hello, Mr. Glover.

An artist should never
give away her work.

Well, I can always do another.

Are you busy for lunch?
Well, I'm not really very hungry.

Well, the hotel isn't exactly
a gourmet's paradise.

But it does manage
to serve a good roast beef.

Why, I'd like that very much.

Well, I have a lot
of things planned for us.

Have you?

I, uh, find my days very
exciting now that you're in them.

- That's very kind of you.
- I don't mean to be kind.

I have a feeling that
you, um, miss city life.

Don't you, uh, plan
to return to Boston?

- Never.
- Why?

Too many broken hearts
left bleeding...

on the cobblestones?

That's it.

♪♪

You like the Virginian
a lot, don't you?

And I must say I've never
seen him so taken.

Yes, I do like him a lot.

But I just wish it were
easier to like him a lot.

What do you mean? You
like him, and he likes you.

It's just that simple. It
should be that simple, yes.

But when people come
to people, they bring...

notebooks and crates
and memories from the past.

Sometimes, the past
catches up with the present.

Are you sure there isn't any shopping
you've got to do in town or anything?

No. Uncle Clay
told me to help you.

Besides, I like
watching the boys work.

And they don't mind my coming
along as long as I bring them these.

Oh!

Whoa.

Hah!

What are they doing?

They're rounding up the calves
and branding them.

Doesn't it hurt them?
No. No, it doesn't really.

It just looks terrible
till you get used to it.

All right? Mmm.

Welcome. Come in
and sit a spell.

Thank you, sir.

Oh!

Don't need any brandy in this.

Oh, pheasant. Well, Trampas
told me we might have company.

I'm glad you said that. I'm
glad you didn't pass it off with,

"We have pheasant every
night." Well, we don't.

Oh, and beans.
We gotta have 'em.

Coming from Boston, I agree.

Well, hello. Good
to see you, Julie.

I just came out here to find
out how you earn a living.

We don't often have
female guests. I guess

Mr. Grainger made an
exception in your case.

That's because I'm a lady of
the press observing firsthand.

Come and get it! Chow down!

I'll get us some
plates. Thank you.

♪♪

♪ I've gone away
and left the valley ♪

♪ And the river that runs
by my door ♪

♪ I've gone away and left
all my loved ones ♪

♪ And I wonder if
they'd know me anymore ♪

♪ Each night as I lay
'neath the moonlight ♪

♪ I can see her in the
dress that she wore ♪

♪ Lookin' like
somethin' out of heaven ♪

♪ And I wonder if
she'd know me anymore ♪

♪ Many long nights
I think about ♪

♪ The way it used to be
back home ♪

♪ I get an awful feelin' ♪

♪ When I think of back home ♪

♪ And I'm so alone ♪

♪ So all alone ♪

♪ But for now ♪

♪ I have to roam ♪

♪ Lucky is the man
who loves his homeland ♪

♪ And finds his peace of mind
at his door ♪

♪ I'm lost now
and most likely forgotten ♪

♪ And I wonder if
they'd know me anymore ♪

♪ And I wonder if
they'd know me anymore ♪♪

Trampas! Huh?

Condensed milk.

That means a story. Out
here, there isn't much to read.

So they read the labels
on the can and get an idea.

"Condensed milk.

Eight fluid ounces."

Did I ever tell you the story
about the eight-foot hoop snake?

- No, you never have.
- Hmm.

Well, I was comin' up
from Mexico, see?

And I had this feeling
of bein' followed.

I-I couldn't see anything. I kept
lookin' around, but I didn't see anything.

But I could hear this...
whisper.

And... And one night
around a fire,

a fire just like this one,

I could feel those eyes...

lookin' at me in the darkness.

And finally,
one evenin' at sunset,

when the sky was a...
a slow gold, I saw it.

And it was a wheel, and it
was whirlin' and flashin' like that.

And you know what it
was doin'? It was practicin'

followin' me. And it
was whirlin' like that.

- You know what it was?
- No.

It was a hoop snake, an eight-foot
hoop snake. It had its tail in its mouth,

and it was makin' a wheel and it was
rollin' like that, and it was followin' me.

And I ran and I ran and I ran until I
couldn't run anymore, and I dropped.

- And then you know what?
- What?

And then I woke up in the best
hotel in Tucson, in the best room.

And they said
I came rollin' into town...

all curled up in this
hoop snake, just rollin' in.

And they said that hoop snake
saved my life,

or I would've dried up
in the desert out there.

- Saved my life.
- Why do you suppose he was followin' ya?

Well, he... he wanted my hat.

But he was too polite to ask
for it, so he saved my life for it.

Yeah, but you still
got your hat.

Well, sure, I still got my hat.
I wouldn't give it to him.

That's why he's still
out there... wantin' it.

You can hear him. Listen.

Listen.

Well, are there any more stories?
And this time, not about snakes.

Trampas.

♪♪

Good story.

"Eight fluid ounces.
Net contents."

That's good and sweet.

It's got laughter in it too.

All packed up nice and neat.

It tastes good
just thinkin' about it.

And...

just thinkin' about it
makes the time...

not tastin' it be good.

♪♪

That's the first time I've been
compared to a can of condensed milk.

I know.

You want to ask why I've been
seeing so much of Ord Glover.

Yep.

Well, it just seems
to happen that way.

I'm in town sketching,
and there he is.

On the scent.

I suppose so.

But still, I invite it.
How do you mean that?

That disturbing thing
I spoke of before...

about Ord Glover...

I've got to figure it out.

And the only way I know
how to do that is to...

To see him, be with him...

until, hopefully,
it will reveal itself.

Something from your past?

Yes.

Well, I don't know
much about your past.

I... don't want to.
It's not important to me.

But it is.

Do you realize that...

I'm falling in love with you?

That you're the first man...
since my husband that...

You're nothing like him
in appearance anyway.

But there is something.

Oh, a warmth...

and a courage
to show that warmth.

I didn't realize that
you'd been married.

- Didn't I tell you about Peter?
- No.

Oh, I thought I had... on the
bank of the stream fishing that day.

It's odd. Ever since coming
to Medicine Bow, I've...

I've been thinking about him
a lot, and I don't know why.

I simply don't know why.

Where is he now?

He's dead.

Peter's dead, and
my small son, Dusty, is dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes.

Well, that's past, isn't it?

We can't spend the rest
of our lives worrying about...

At least, I keep
telling myself anyway.

You come into town
a pretty lady,

all dressed up.

And that's all one
sees at first sight.

And that's fine. That's enough.

But you run deep,

deeper than that pool where
you caught the rainbow trout.

Perhaps what's bothering me...

is some hidden thought
or emotion that...

Like a trout lying deep.

If I could only...

catch it and then pull it out.

You will, Julie.

You will.

I don't understand it.

Julie is puzzling something out.

Seems to me a woman loves a man,
she goes to that man and stays with him.

Yes. But she has the problem
of unfinished business.

What is this unfinished
business with Glover?

She doesn't know.

She told me
it's probably nothing.

But still, she's drawn
to find that out for sure.

Women!

Yes.

Women and their mysterious ways.

Why can't they say something or do
something without all the dramatics?

Pretty dull life then,
I should think.

Yeah. Dull and predictable.

But sane.

Might as well be dead.

That I'm not.

♪♪

My, they're handsome animals.

Well, they will be as soon
as Harper gets 'em cleaned up.

♪♪

Let's go and have
our fortunes told.

I'll walk you over.

I'll wait here for
you. Oh, both of us.

You, not me. Are you scared?

You bet.

No, you come, too, just to
watch, I mean. Not on your life.

At this moment,
that expression sounds ominous.

I'm sorry.

Hmm! Nice lady.

Beautiful lady.

Lovely hand.

I see much love. Yes. Much love.

- No like palm?
- No. Tarot, please.

Tarot.

One silver dollar, please.

Are we gonna stay in here
all day?

We're gonna miss the turkey
shoot, the sack race... the whole thing!

All that commotion raises the
dust in the back of my throat.

Come on, Harper. You
can drink beer anytime.

How many times do we get a
fair in town? Give me a whiskey.

Stop.

"La Maison de Dieu."

But... Accident? Disaster?

Ah, but the next will be love.

"Le Pendu."

The Hanging Man.

Stop. No... No more.

Lady. Wait.

Lady.

♪♪

What's the matter? Nothing.

Are you gonna meet a
tall, dark, handsome man?

I've already met him.

You must've been good boys all
week long, get an extra day off like this.

That's right.

Oh.

That's some sweet little package
that ramrod's got hisself, hmm?

Reminds me of a saloon gal
I once knew in Laramie.

Well, there was some
little wiggle to her, I'll tell ya.

Miss Julie is no saloon gal.

Let's go. Ah.

There's no doubt she's a lady.

Leastways, she was till she
met up with that Virginian fella.

Are you tryin' to say somethin'?

Come on. We're missin' the
fair. You know what they say, boy.

You can't touch a bolt of goods
with dirty hands without gettin' it soiled.

Seems to me the only thing that's
dirty around here is your mouth.

- So why don't you keep it shut?
- Would you like to try shuttin' it?

Yeah, I would. I'd like
to see that fair right now.

We're missin' the fun. Let's
go. Let's get out of here.

♪♪

Come here.

Well, see what you gotta do
before you get married? Huh?

You gotta make sure your teeth are sound
and your feet don't hurt and all that.

I feel wonderful.

So do I. But, uh, the doc
says I can't get married.

Not yet. You can't?

Still got my baby teeth. Oh.

Oh!

Uh, Miss Julie, I don't think
you've met Sophia. Charmed.

- How do you do?
- Sophia's still got her baby teeth.

I have not! You have. Oh.

What's the matter, Julie?

Nothing.

Well...

♪♪

All contestants
for the sack race,

please report
to the startin' line!

Well, let's go. I'm goin' to
my flyin' trapeze. See y'all later.

I'll go to my sack. Julie?

I'm gonna be all right.

Give me a fast one.

That looks pretty fast.

I ran into Barton over in
the saloon gettin' drunk.

Good. I hope he gets
so drunk he passes out.

Ground's hard. All
right, let's get ready.

- Hey, you're faster than a camera.
- On your mark!

Get set!

Go!

♪♪

Hey! Okay! Come on!

Come on, Trampas!

Come on, Trampas!
Hey, hey! Oh! Hey!

Trampas, come on!

Come on, Trampas!

Well, I had that race
in the bag.

The winner, and still
world's champeen... Trampas!

Yea! Oh!

Listen, I know a nice, cool
place away from all this dust.

All right, next...
The judging of livestock.

♪♪ That's us.

Thank you.

In Boston, did you, uh, ever go
to any parties at the Carlton Hotel?

Well, I've been to the Carlton, but,
uh, I've never been to any parties there.

Why? It's just that
ever since I first saw you,

I've had the feeling
that we've met before.

- I've had the same feeling.
- Have you?

Oh, no, no.
I didn't mean it like that.

- Like what?
- An overture.

Will you have dinner
with me tonight?

- Well, I-I...
- Please... do.

♪♪

You've admired that before.

Mmm. Yes. Where did you get it?

Well... Well, I don't remember.

- Unusual.
- Yes, I suppose so.

- I've seen one like it.
- Have you?

You... didn't get it out here,
did you? Out west, I mean.

No, I... I really don't remember.
I got it back east somewhere.

Boston?

Possibly. I...
I don't know. What...

What difference does it make?

It's, uh, not one of the
events you saw today, is it?

No.

No, not... not today.

Hey. Come on!
Let's go! Let's go!

Not goin'. Not goin'?

Nope. But the hotel's got
a table saved for us for four.

Julie's having dinner
with Glover.

He promised her buffalo steak.

Buffalo steak? Yeah.

Buffalo steak.

What a wonderful dinner.

Are you still hungry? No.

Ah. Coffee and brandy.

You're very fond of weapons.

- Well, that's how the West was built.
- So they tell me.

I've, uh,
poured you some brandy.

Thank you.

That's a beautiful decanter.

Mm-hmm.

Where did you get it,
if I may ask?

What?

Oh, uh...

I really don't remember.

Why is it so important that you
know exactly where I got everything?

I'm sorry. That's all right.

San Francisco. Did you?

No. I really don't remember.

It's really not that important.

Why don't, uh, you forget the
decanter and just drink what's in it?

Did you bring it out
from Boston with you?

No, I didn't.

No, that's for sure. I didn't.

Why? Why?

Why? Uh... Well, I had to
leave Boston in rather a hurry.

I didn't have any time or
room for brandy decanters.

Hmm. I had one
just like it once.

It was stolen.

Oh, that's too bad.

Uh, you may have that one
if you want.

Why did you leave Boston? Questions,
questions, questions, questions.

Sorry again.

Uh, I left because of a girl.

You understand? That's all
there was to it. Was there?

Yes. Is that what it was?

That's all there was to it.

And now you have found
another girl.

Come now.

No, I don't believe you.

Oh. Oh, you mean you
don't want to believe...

that there was
another girl before you.

I am not that naive.

Let's not talk about it.

Did you, on that night you
left Boston, rob and kill?

Oh. What are you talking about?

You would lie, wouldn't you?

I don't understand.
What are you saying?

No. No, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.

Of course I forgive you.

You're distraught. You're upset.

Let me help you.

It's a beautiful evening.
Why don't we think about that?

I think I'd better
be getting back to Shiloh.

- Well, now, wait a minute.
- Please don't.

Well, now, listen,
Julie... Don't touch me.

You gave me every
indication. No. No, I haven't.

Well, you did. You came into
my store. You seek me out.

But that was the magazine. No,
it wasn't. It was more than that.

Yes, it was. No. Please don't
touch me. Julie, you're lovely.

You're guilty. Guilty of what?

You're guilty! Guilty, guilty,
guilty! Guilty because I want you?

Guilty!

♪♪

What are you doin' here, miss?

Must be some mistake, you here.

Better tell the sheriff
it's a mistake.

You don't belong in here.

I belong here.

Huh. Might as well
get fenced in tight.

I get to thinkin'
how it all was once.

All green and free and drinkin'.

I keep it like that
solid on my mind.

But there's an end to drinkin'.

Like now.

It's no mistake.

I asked to be put here. I killed a
man last night. Drinkin' and fightin'.

That's why I'm in here.
Drunk and fightin'.

They wouldn't lock me up
for just bein' drunk.

It was the fightin'.

They made fun of it
in the saloon.

They tried to
take it away from me.

That-That's why I'm in here...
For fightin'.

But I-I-I still got it.

We've got your release.

You'll be in
Mr. Grainger's custody.

Good luck, miss.

Morning, Miss Julie.

Spend a restful night?

Julie, you did
what you had to do.

There's no use blaming
yourself for the way it turned out.

It might have
turned out differently.

It might have.

But as I understand it, you didn't have
much time for choosing an alternative.

The alternative couldn't have been
as bad as what actually happened.

You don't know that.

No one could in such a position.

In my mind, it was
a case of self-defense.

I wish the inquest were over.
I wish everything were over.

Miss Oakes came into my office
about 10:15 on the night of the murder.

She was behaving very strangely.

Said she'd just killed
a man... Ord Glover.

With this weapon? Yes.

She was holding it in her hand
very tightly. She was stunned.

I actually had to pry the
weapon out of her hand.

How did the murder come about?

We were in the library.

He forced...

He forced me into the shelves.

Miss Oakes's character
is beyond reproach.

And may I remind you that
self-defense is the first law of nature.

Nope. No witnesses.

Will the defendant please stand?

I exonerate you in
the killing of Ord Glover.

Self-defense with no charges.

Case dismissed.

I did willfully kill him!
Julie! Julie! Julie!

Dismissed.

She said she killed him
on purpose.

She said she killed him
in cold blood.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪ Come in.

I just put the kettle on,
and I asked myself,

"I wonder if Julie
would like some tea.

She can't stay in her room
all day alone. I won't allow it."

That's why I'm here.

You've been so kind. Now,
that doesn't answer my question.

Would Julie like some tea?

No, not right now, thank you.

Honey, they dropped the charges.

You should be happy, not sad.

You should be celebrating.

Should I?

Come on downstairs
into the kitchen,

and we'll just
sit there by ourselves,

and I will talk
both of your ears off.

And that's probably just what
you need. Come on. Please.

No, I'm sorry. I-I-I just don't think
I would be very good company.

Honestly.

Well, I tried. And
I'm very grateful.

Honey, I must confess,
I don't really...

understand your frame of mind.

Well...

Later perhaps. Yes.

I just hate to think that
you feel any sort of...

It wasn't your fault, Julie.

You must believe that.

I killed a man.

I took a human life.

Because you had to.

Did I? Did I have to?

Oh, Julie.

If I could only help you.

Julie?

Well? No.

She was very distraught
and depressed.

She hasn't left. Her
luggage is still in her room.

I wasn't thinking of that.

Maybe she went
into Medicine Bow.

But why? She would've told us.

Well, her horse is gone.
She's someplace.

I'm going into town.

♪♪

Sophia's last night. She's
gonna teach me how to fly.

- Have you seen Julie?
- No. Is she gone?

Somewhere.

Oh. Maybe she wanted
to be alone.

Yeah. Maybe she did.

Hey.

Uh-oh.

You know, Ord Glover was a
highly respected citizen in this town.

Yes.

You know, he never hurt anybody.

And now he's dead.

You know, there's
some folks that are sayin'

that you were just
toyin' with Ord Glover...

and carryin' on with that
Virginian fellow behind his back.

Maybe neither one of them
fellas knew how to handle you.

Oh, now. I mean, proper.

You know what I think?

I think what you need is a
firm hand. All right, come on.

Come on!

No! Please!

No, no! Please don't!

No!

Get out!

Oh, I want this so badly,

being here at Shiloh with you.

Well, you have it, Julie.

No.

I killed a man in cold blood.

And I caused you
to almost kill another.

There's something else here too.

It's in there.

That.

That's it. That's all of it.

Barton was right.

I killed a man in cold blood.

I want you to know
exactly what happened.

My full name is
Julie Oakes Woodward.

Two years ago, in October,

one night, my husband
and I and my young son...

returned from a...
A band concert.

I went upstairs.

They went into the library...

and surprised a burglar.

The burglar shot and killed
both my husband and my son.

Don't, Julie. Don't.

I heard the shots and I
rushed down the stairs, and...

I saw this man running.

Then I went in...

Into the library.

My darling,
you don't have to tell me.

The case was forgotten
by the police,

never by me.

You know, it's a strange thing.

When I came to Medicine
Bow, I sensed something.

But I didn't know what it was.

I thought for a while
it... it was only you,

because I was falling
in love with you.

And I wanted you to so much.

There was this... this
stickpin of his, of Glover's.

It reminded me of one that...

That my husband used to wear.

And then, our brandy decanter.

Ord Glover had one just like it.

These were among the things
that the burglar took.

I had to know.

So that's why
you kept on seeing him.

That's why you had
dinner with him that night.

Yes.

But it wasn't that simple.

My thoughts
weren't crystallized.

I didn't look at him and see
him suddenly revealed as a killer.

Well, when were you sure?

I'm not.

Not even now.

I'm not sure that he was the one
that killed my husband and son.

Don't you see? I killed him!

I sentenced and executed him, and I
don't even know for sure that he's the one.

That's why I can't stay here
with you and be with you...

no matter how much I
want to. My dear, you can.

You'll forget Glover
and all of it in time.

I'm leaving Medicine Bow
tomorrow for the East.

I've got to find some
proof. Julie, how can you?

Well, he could be
a known criminal.

And I can... I can
make some sketches and...

And hope that someone
will recognize him.

I've got to find out
one way or another,

or I won't be able to live
with myself the rest of my life.

I... can't let you go.

Someday,

when I know, when I'm sure,

maybe...

Oh, my darling, I'm so sorry.