All language subtitles for The Virginian - 07x24 - The Girl in the Shadows

♪♪ [ Honky-tonk Piano ]

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 hera question.
I want herto answer it.

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

The gentleman is thinking...
about his mother.

- My-- [ Laughing ]
- [ Crowd Laughing ]

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.

[ Brakes Squealing ]

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.

[ Laughs ]

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.
- [ Shatters ]

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 isstrange.

[ Wind Blowing ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

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?

[ Clay ] 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?[ Chuckles ] 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.[ Chuckles ]

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

Yes.

[ Man Chattering ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Clay ]
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?

[ Chuckles ]
A glass of beer.

Absolutely correct. [ People Murmur ]

How did it taste?

Delicious.

[ Crowd Laughing ]

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.

[ Sniffs ]
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."

[ Gulps ] 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?

[ All Applauding ] [ Man ] 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.

[ Screams ]

Put it away,
nice and easy.

Kinda warm in here.

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

[ Exhales ]
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.

[ Crowd Murmurs ]

Blocks a nice view.[ Laughing ]

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.

[ Doc ]
Surely that's worth
a few paltry coins.

Well-- Uh--

[ Wind Blowing ]

[ Clay ]
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.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Knocking ]

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.

[ Doc ]
May she be found,
but never found out.

[ Glasses Clink ][ Exhales ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]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.

[ Chuckles ]

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

yet... I envy you.

Why?

Oh. I don't know.

All this.

[ Footsteps ]

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.[ Laughs ]

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

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.[ Laughs ]

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.

[ Cattle Mooing ]

[ Horses Whinny ]

Come on.Huh?

That's it.Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Both Grunt ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]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.
[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Buggy Approaching ]

[ Lynch ]
Whoa.

[ McGraw ]
Hope we didn't
keep you waiting too long.

[ Doc ] 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.

♪♪ [ Piano: Slow Tempo ]

♪♪ [ Whistling ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Well, I was wonderin'
who was playing.♪♪ [ Stops ]

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.

♪♪ [ Slow Tempo ]Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

Nice.
[ Clicks Tongue ]
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?

[ Whistles ]
I got it.
[ Clears Throat ]

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.

[ Laughing ]

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,
meinhost.

Check.[ Chuckling ]

[ Ground Rumbling ]

[ Screams ]

[ Whimpers, Cries ]

[ Gasping ]

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.

[ Whimpers ]
Texas Four.

Fourth Cavalry--
Texas Four.

That was Uncle Charles's mine.

Yeah.

We're the only ones
who knew that.

[ Gasping ]
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.

[ Blows ]

Elizabeth.

Sleep well.

Doc. Doc, wake up.

[ Murmurs ]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.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

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.
- [ Chuckles ]

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

Is that a teardrop I see?

No.

My mistake.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

Nowit has to come in.

[ Whistle Blowing ][ Bell Clanging ]

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.

[ Train Whistle Blowing ]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.

[ Train Whistle Blows ]Hurry, child. Hurry.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Whistle Blowing ][ Bell Clanging ]

[ Bell Continues Clanging ]

Mr. Lynch.
Mr. Lynch.

Over here. Quick.

I've got something
to tell you.

In here.

[ Train Departing ]

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

[ Gunshot ]

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

Where is she, Doc?

I can talk a rabbit
out of its hole.

I can talk--
[ Groans ]

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

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

Make yourselves
right at home.

[ People Laughing,
Chattering ]

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.

[ Clay ]
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. [ Door Closes ]

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--

[ Guests Murmuring ]

[ Trampas ]
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.

[ Guests Murmuring ]

[ Snaps Fingers ]

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.

[ Guests Applauding ]

Is that correct, sir?Sure is.

Well, uh--
[ Clears Throat ]

Would anybody else
like to try to test...

the miraculous powers
of Miss Claire?

Any object at all,
personal or otherwise.
[ Chuckles ]

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

Hmm.Here's a gold watch.

[ Guests Laughing ]

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.

[ Trampas ]
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.

[ Murmurs ]
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.

[ Guests Exclaiming,
Murmuring ]

Wait, please.

I'm... getting
a new impression.

Something different,

something unusual about
this birth certificate.

- It's a forgery.
- [ Guests Murmuring ]

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.

[ Gasps ]

[ Sobbing ]
Oh!

[ Guests Chattering ] [ Sobbing Continues ]

[ Gasping ]

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!

[ Laughing ]

Isn't that funny?
[ Laughs ]

Isn't that the perfect joke?

My father's estate
was nothing!

[ Laughing ]

[ Crying ]
Oh!

[ Laughing ]

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.