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It's awful damn quiet.

I don't like it.

He don't like it, either.

Where do you suppose everyone is?

I don't know and I don't care, as long as they stay there.

Reach!

Everybody cooperates, nobody gets hurt.

What the hell is goin' on?

Look sharp, boys.

He wants to vamoose.

Me, too.

Did you say, "Vamoose"?

Is that what you said?

Do you still wanna vamoose?

This is our lucky day, boys.

The one I've waited my whole life for.

Yahoo! Yahoo!

-You nuts? -Yes, sir, come this way.

I'm not nuts. No!

Easy, now.

Don't get too anxious. Easy.

Easy, now. Easy.

Go get it! Go get it!

Fill those bags.

Fill 'em up high, boys.

Mostly 50s and 100s.

Don't take anything smaller.

Your first job, you're gonna be able to retire.

I can buy my folks that farm.

What are you gonna do, Buck?

I'm gonna sit in a rocking chair

and go fishin' for the rest of my life.

What about you?

He'll piss his all away on dames, be broke in a week.

That's a damn lie.

A month maybe, but not a week.

-Look, mine's full. -Mine, too.

Well, there's plenty more, boys. Don't be bashful.

In your shirts. In your shirts.

In your panties. In your panties.

Under your hats.

Stuff! Stuff! Stuff!

This is the propitious moment. Mmm-hmm!

You're a little shy there, son. Here.

Come on.

Not a person. Not a sound.

Maybe it was some kind of an epidemic.

He says, maybe a siesta.

You tell him this is the United States and we got better things to do

with our time than to lie around on our asses

in the middle of the day.

Oh, shit!

-What's the matter? -Up there.

Just keep goin' like nothin' was wrong.

No!

No!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Well, what is it? Something wrong?

Nightmare.

He says it serves you right for eatin' all that chili.

We got a busy day tomorrow.

Quit your gabbing.

Buck?

Yeah.

You think there's enough money in that bank

to make it worthwhile?

Yes.

What was that you dreamed about?

Nothing.

You mean you don't remember?

No.

It must have been something pretty awful to make you scream...

-I don't remember, kid! -Go to sleep!

I never robbed a bank with a virgin before.

A double virgin.

His first raid and never been laid.

Give the kid a break.

It don't bother me none.

Graham knows some girls who'd be glad to cure you

of that second condition. Right, Graham?

Why don't you give your ass a chance?

That's enough!

He says you sound kinda edgy.

Whoa!

Whoa. Easy, easy.

Ho, boy. Ho, boy.

No.

How did it happen?

Chuck hole.

Boy.

We saw you at the window, ma'am.

Beautiful place you have here, ma'am.

What is it you want?

My associates and I are on our way

to an important business meeting in Gladstone City.

Unfortunately, this gentleman's horse broke one of its legs

a few miles back and...

We need a horse. Got any?

We'd pay top money. Well?

I'm afraid I don't have any horses,

for sale or otherwise.

What's the barn for?

Horses.

But the couple that work for me

have taken them to town for the day.

Now, what do you suppose that is?

We also keep cows in there. It was a cow.

I'll go have a look.

Now, if he finds a horse in there,

you're gonna have to pay a little fine for lyin', a little penalty.

Do you speak Mexican?

Thankfully, no.

Well?

Well.

There's no horse in that barn.

Well, somethin' kicked the stall. We all heard it.

Like she said, it's a cow.

There isn't another place

between here and Gladstone City where we might get a horse

and we can't go in ridin' double.

Looks like you'll miss this one, Graham.

Damn, I hate to do that.

I know, but that's the way it is.

You wait here.

We'll grab a horse on our way out of town

and pick you up on the way back.

Can we do it with just four?

If I had any doubts, I'd call it off.

He don't get no share.

I'll divide it four ways. Those of you who want to give him something, can.

He says he never heard a cow kick a stall like that

and neither did I.

-You sayin' I'm a liar? -I ain't sayin' nothin'.

I'm just goin' down to that barn and have a peek

on the chance that you might've overlooked somethin'.

You take one step toward that barn, it's the same as callin' me a liar.

I can take that bank with four men, but I can't do it with three.

We'll continue this little conversation later.

Whenever you like.

It's noon now.

If everything goes right, we should be back here by 3:00.

I'll be ready.

She heard everything.

I'll keep an eye on her.

I'm sure you will.

Ma'am.

That horse in the barn is my dearest pet.

Thank you for lying.

No man with an ounce of regard for women would have done less.

Very nice.

The house.

Thank you.

Reminds me of the many fine mansions before the war,

including my own.

I take it you were not always an outlaw.

I was a colonel under General Lee.

Returned to find my home destroyed, business...

Caught one of the carpetbaggers in the act and shot him.

Forced me into my present way of life.

Forgive me.

Oh, there's no need to apologize.

Who lives here besides you?

Just Edna and Sam who tend the place,

but they're off for the day. They've gone to town.

Your husband?

He's gone, too.

Where and for how long?

He passed away two years ago.

-My condolences. -Thank you.

I'm sorry to have to do this, but force of habit compels me to search the house

to make sure there's no one else here.

I understand.

If you like, I'll lead the way.

If you'd be so kind.

The parlor.

Oh, sorry.

That leads to the kitchen.

What sort of a room is this?

The music room.

The room hasn't been used since my husband died.

Just a minute.

Where does that door go?

The cellar.

I keep preserves in that corner

and sometimes a jar explodes.

-You see. -Yes.

Then let me go.

Sir.

What?

I'd appreciate it if you'd unhand me.

My apologies.

For a moment there in the dark

I was transported to another time

and someone I held very dear.

I suggest we resume our tour.

How many rooms?

I've never counted.

I would prefer you not go in here.

Why not?

Personal reasons.

What kind of a room is it?

I give you my word there's no one in there.

What kind of a room is it?

A bedroom.

I don't doubt your word, but if I don't see for myself,

I won't be able to relax.

Where's the key?

It's a shame to damage such a fine piece of woodwork.

All right.

After you.

Open those.

That one, too.

Who do these belong to?

-Don't touch them! -Who do they belong to?

Mr. Starbuck.

Who's he?

My husband.

I thought you told me he passed away.

He did.

Then why are his things laid out?

Mr. Starbuck died on his way from town one evening.

His things are lying there just as they were that night.

They have not and they never will be disturbed.

How can you sleep in that bed without disturbing them?

I haven't slept in that bed since the day it happened.

And now if you don't mind, I'd like to discontinue this conversation.

If you don't wanna be reminded of it,

why do you keep this room like a museum?

You're a beautiful woman

locked away here in the bloom of your life.

It's a crime against nature.

What happened to the gentleman?

The chivalry?

The first law of chivalry is to rescue ladies in distress

and I never met a lady more in distress than you.

Your concern is misplaced.

My life is a happy one and very pleasing to me.

Then why are you crying?

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

-I feel a bit faint. -Can I get you something?

There's some brandy in the library.

I'll be right back in two shakes.

Glad to see you're feeling better.

Put your hands up.

First rate.

Mr. Starbuck taught me to use this gun.

I learned well.

Say when.

Your husband was a lucky man.

Unbuckle your gun belt and drop it.

Do as I say.

Sit there.

Hands on your head.

Stop rocking.

Yes, ma'am.

But if you move as much as a hair, I'll shoot.

Yes, ma'am.

If you think you'll make me so uncomfortable

I'll lower my guard,

you're in for a big disappointment.

Oh, I had no such intention.

Then why are you staring at me?

You told me you'd shoot me if I moved so much as a hair.

That doesn't include your eyes. You may look where you wish.

Thank you, ma'am.

You're still staring at me.

You told me I could look where I wished.

Anywhere, but at me.

It's been a long time since I slept in a bed like that.

That gray-haired gentleman in the picture, your father?

That "gray-haired gentleman" is Mr. Starbuck,

my late husband.

Guess my eyes are not what they used to be.

I took him to be in his 60s.

He was 45 when he died.

My eyes are worse than I thought.

They'll provide you with spectacles when you get to prison.

Have you figured out yet how you're goin' to get me there?

No.

My friends'll be back at 3:00

and I'd hate to have them find us like this.

It would be embarrassing for me and very dangerous for you.

Well, don't worry. I'll think of something.

-You know what I think? -No, and I don't care to.

I think you already have a plan.

I think you expect company.

I think you expect them to knock on the door any moment

and you're just playacting with me until they do.

Think what you wish.

I don't just think it, I know it and you know how I know it?

You're blushing. Your cheeks are turning red.

Be still.

-Beet red. -Shut up!

And gettin' redder all the time.

What are you doing?

Just makin' sure you don't have any other weapons.

Get off.

Oh, my God!

Enough!

If you're so depraved,

you'd inflict your desires on an unwilling body,

then proceed.

I will not react.

No matter what you do, I won't stir.

I'm about to close my eyes. I will not open them again until you're through.

-It's Reverend Cabot. -Not a sound.

If I don't go down, he'll come in to see what's wrong.

If he does, he's a dead man.

He has five children.

Let me go down and send him away, please.

You'd signal him or try to run off.

I give you my word.

Like you did before when I went for the brandy?

I didn't give you my word then.

Now I do.

Let me go to the door and I'll send him off without signaling

or running away, so help me God.

And you'll come up here of your own free will?

Well?

Yes.

Remember the five children.

-Good day, Mrs. Starbuck. -Good day, Reverend.

I was beginning to worry about you.

I was lying down.

The fact is, I don't feel very well,

and I wonder could we put off our meeting till another day?

Oh, by all means. Would you like me to fetch the doctor?

Oh, that isn't necessary.

You do look a bit feverish.

Oh, it's nothing.

-You sure? -I'm positive.

Well, I'll be goin' then. I hope you're soon better.

Thank you, I'm sure I will be.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-Reverend. -Yes?

What is it?

I'll see you Sunday.

God willing. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The Reverend's gone.

I gave you a chance to get away. Why didn't you take it?

Because I promised and I always keep my word.

Three cheers for you.

And now, if it's still your intention to take me against my will,

I'll disrobe in order not to ruin my clothes

and to get this filthy business over as quickly as possible.

No.

You don't want me to disrobe?

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

You've had a change of heart, praise the Lord.

I'm tempted to let you believe that.

The truth's not so pretty.

I don't understand.

Just as well.

Is it something you'd like to talk about?

No.

Well, sharing troubles often lightens them.

Even if I wanted to talk about it,

I couldn't put it into words.

Try.

I can't get it up.

Pardon me?

I am incapable of an erection.

You know what an erection is?

-See, you're shocked. -No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

No, no. Please go on, please.

For seven years,

since the one I loved passed away,

I've been unable to perform the sexual act.

About a year ago, I gave up.

Resigned myself to being a eunuch.

Do you know what a eunuch is?

I believe so.

And then we came to this house.

And you appeared.

When I saw you,

I felt something stir in me that I thought would never stir again.

The look of you, the touch of you,

and I was burning with desire. Burning!

And then that damn Reverend knocked on the door

and now the moment's gone forever.

Don't! Oh, don't!

-It's the only way. -Oh, you know...

-Let go. -Don't give up!

-Let go. -You mustn't give up!

-Oh! -Wait!

-Are you all right? -Shh!

What is it?

The feeling I had before the Reverend knocked.

I think it's coming back.

There you are, you see. You must never lose hope.

-But it won't last. -Yes, it will.

-Oh, no, it won't. -Try.

-But I can't. -You must. Please!

It's no use.

Let me try.

All right. But it won't do any good.

How was that?

It's... It's better.

Keep going.

What's your name?

Graham Dorsey.

Graham Dorsey. That's nice.

-What's yours? -Amanda.

That's nice, too.

-Graham? -Yes, Amanda.

I think I'm in love with you.

Me, too.

I lied to you before.

Mr. Starbuck was 67 when he died.

Why'd you marry an old man?

I came from a poor but prominent family in Boston.

Mr. Starbuck was looking for a wife.

Friends introduced us and voila!

Damn.

You're sad again.

Yeah.

Why?

First, because we only have two hours left.

And second,

maybe the cure you worked is only temporary.

I can't do anything about the time.

And the other matter?

Graham.

Graham?

I see a sailing ship.

-Where? -There.

See the castle?

No.

Turrets, drawbridge, everything.

Where? You mean that?

Looks more like a bank we once robbed in Oklahoma.

I bet you robbed a lot of banks.

Oh, yeah. A lot.

-Any famous ones? -Sure.

I never heard of the Buck Bowers Gang until today.

That's because old Buck is shrewd.

You know, the more famous a gang gets,

the sooner they get caught.

So, whenever we pull a job, we blame it on the Jameses or the Daltons.

But they'll go down in history and you'll be unremembered.

Who cares about history?

Anyhow, it's the present that counts

and I can't think of a sweeter present than now.

Nor I.

If I should die this very minute,

I wouldn't care a bit.

Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather live,

which I won't be able to do much longer

if I don't get something to eat.

Come with me.

Wait. Just a moment.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

-Hmm. -My hero.

I'm pulling you!

You said you were hungry. Come on.

What was that?

The water.

Your husband was quite a dresser.

Help yourself to anything you like.

I'll go and prepare us something to eat.

-Hello? -Here, in the dining room.

Wowee!

Wowee, yourself!

Oh.

Madam.

Sir.

To these several hours, which have redeemed my life.

I beg your pardon?

To these few hours, which have redeemed my life.

You were saying?

To these few hours, which have redeemed my life.

-Do you mind if I begin? -No, please do.

-More chicken? -No, thank you.

-More wine? -Please.

Oh, I forgot the napkins.

Not necessary.

-We've only one hour left. -Yes.

Suddenly I feel very sad.

There's time enough for that later.

You're right.

Come with me. Come on.

-What are you doin'? -I'm resuming my life.

I'll give you a hand.

-Are you ready? -For what?

We're going to dance.

Oh, why must we part?

Why can't you quit the gang and stay here?

I'm a wanted man.

We could live in Boston, Europe, anyplace in the world.

-I don't have any money. -I do.

Mr. Starbuck left me a fortune.

I could never allow a woman to support me.

Well, it would only be temporary until you went into some business.

I know you'd succeed, no matter what it was.

There is a business

I've always had a secret desire to be in.

-What is it? -Banking.

I'm serious.

Before you rob a bank, you have to study it carefully.

And over the years, I've become fascinated with banking.

I do have relatives in the highest banking circles in Boston.

Wowee!

But wouldn't you miss the gang?

I mean, the thrill of the outlaw life?

Maybe, but I'm willing to take a chance.

Oh, so am I.

Oh!

Oh, stop!

-Nope. -Oh, please.

-Nope. Nope. -Please. I'm going to faint.

Okay.

Oh, darling!

Oh, my God. Oh.

-What is it? -I hear something.

It's Cody Taylor. He lives on the next farm.

Seems in a hurry.

He's turning in here.

You should've seen it, Mrs. Starbuck.

I never saw nothin' like it.

-You should've seen it... -Cody,

say what you have to as quietly and simply as you can.

They robbed the bank. Four men.

At least they tried to.

But somebody started shootin'

and it was just like Fourth of July.

I mean, everybody blastin' away

and people screaming and bleedin'

and runnin' in every which way.

Three townspeople and one of the robbers, a Mexican, killed.

Shot right between the eyes. Right here.

And the rest of the gang, what happened to them?

Oh, they were captured.

They're gonna be hung at 5:00 this afternoon.

I never seen a hangin', have you?

No.

That's why I stopped.

I was on my way to fetch my folks.

I thought you might like to see it, too.

That's very kind of you, Cody.

Yeah, a triple hangin'.

Now, you better hurry up or you'll miss it.

Now, I know how you must feel.

Well, you don't look very unhappy.

Like they say, it's an ill wind that doesn't benefit someone.

I fail to see who benefits from this.

We do. You and me.

With the gang wiped out, I can stay here.

Well, I'm shocked that you take the fate of your friends so lightly.

In the outlaw game, you learn to be realistic and not cry over spilled milk.

But in this case, the milk isn't spilled yet.

I don't follow.

Well, they won't be hung until 5:00.

There's still time for you to do something.

-Such as? -I don't know.

But surely you're not gonna let your friends die without raising a hand?

Hell, the nigger hates my guts

and I never laid eyes on that kid until three days ago.

Well, what about Buck Bowers?

You must have some feeling for him.

Oh, I like Buck, all right,

but not enough to commit suicide,

which I'd be doing if I went anywhere near that town.

Oh, you're saying that for my sake.

No.

Yes, you are.

Your heart's breaking for Buck Bowers,

but you're denying your feelings out of love for me.

You're right.

If it wasn't for you, I'd try to save them,

regardless of the odds.

-Go! -What?

Forget me and try and save them.

You'll never forgive yourself if you don't

and you'll end up hating me because of it.

-No, I won't. -Yes, you will.

Now go before I weaken.

I don't have a horse.

Oh, you can use my horse, Belle.

Your dearest pet. I wouldn't dream of it.

I insist. Now, go!

Be careful!

Oh, my word.

Good luck.

I'll do my best.

Oh, my God.

Your clothes!

You forgot to change your clothes!

All right now, horse, you and me are gonna find a cozy meadow

and take a nice long snooze.

Get!

Oh, my God.

Take off your clothes.

Your clothes. Get 'em off.

Not bad. Turn around.

Whoa.

Good day.

Can you direct me to the nearest town?

You got your nerve showing up in these parts again.

Must be some mistake.

You're damn right and you're the one that made it, Dr. Finger.

For removing the gold teeth from people's mouths

and replacing them with a cheap substitute that didn't even last a week,

I sentence you to a year in prison.

I'm not Dr. Finger.

Take him away.

I'm not Dr. Finger.

How are you?

You sure had us worried.

How long have I been like this?

Three days.

Go open the drapes.

What have I missed?

All the dead,

townspeople and outlaws, have been laid to rest.

What about the one in the dress suit?

One of the gang told the sheriff he was here

and they were heading this way when they ran into him.

Don't you have something to attend to?

Why, no.

Yes, I do. Excuse me, ma'am.

What is it?

Well?

That man wearing Mr. Starbuck's clothes

and you in that ball gown,

plus the way you fainted at the sight of his body.

I'm not ashamed of anything I've done.

Well, now, that's all right for Sam, me, and the good Lord,

but now how are you gonna convince all these other people?

You tell Sam to get the carriage out.

I'm going to town.

-Good morning, Mr. Hall. -What can I do for you?

I'd like some stamps, please.

We don't have any.

What do you mean you don't have any?

What kind of a post office is this?

It's a post office of the United States government,

founded on an uncompromising respect

for God and the Ten Commandments.

You've got your nerve.

She's about to shed a tear.

The more you cry, the less you pee, dearie.

Which one gave you the best ride?

How was the Mexican?

You're evil!

It may be, as you say,

that I deserve to be punished.

But if so, let it be for the right reason.

The man in the tuxedo was Graham Dorsey.

I never saw him before that day

and I'll never see him again.

But I loved him

as deeply and completely as a woman can love a man.

And I'm not ashamed to say it.

Those few hours made my life worthwhile.

I would not undo them or trade them

for anything in this world today,

regardless of what happens here.

Now, do your worst.

Whoa.

What happened?

Never mind that now. Start packing.

-See anything? -Nothing so far.

-Well, keep your eyes open. -I am. I am.

Here, let me do that. Let me do that.

Here they come!

Here they come! They're coming! They're coming!

We come in peace.

I don't care how you come.

Get off my property.

Haven't you done enough to this poor child?

We're here to apologize for our behavior this morning.

Don't you come any closer.

Like the Reverend said, what we done was wrong.

We don't approve of consorting with outlaws,

but we do admire honesty and guts.

And you showed more than your share of both this morning.

What you said about loving him

regardless of the consequences

makes me cry when I think of it.

This is Mr. Foster, a writer from New York city.

I happened to be passing through town and had the good fortune

of hearing what you said this morning.

Like everyone else, I was moved by it.

With your permission and cooperation,

I would like to do a book on the entire experience

and share that with the rest of the world.

I'm ordering my copy now.

Congratulations.

I can't wait to read your book.

Where would you like me to start?

The very beginning.

I heard horses.

I looked out the window and I saw five riders coming along the road.

Little did I know how my life would be affected by the one riding double.

-Graham Dorsey? -Yes.

Describe him.

Tall, good-looking.

How tall?

Very.

How good-looking?

Extremely.

Good morning, fellows.

-Good morning, Mr. Hiram. -Good morning, Mr. Hiram.

-What have you got? -Have you read this?

Who hasn't?

Well, you remember in the book

when Amanda talks about the waltz they danced to?

-Yes. -Well, we've put words to it.

Let's hear it.

Okay.

Some have a lifetime

Some just a day

Love isn't something you measure that way

Nothing's ever forever

Forever's a lie

All we have is between hello and goodbye

It's not how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye

Some have a lifetime

Some just a day

Love isn't something you measure that way

Nothing's ever forever

Forever's a lie

"'Ever hear of the Union Pacific train robbery,

"'the Rock Creek Bank holdup,

"'the Northfield Raid,

"'or the Diablo Stagecoach job?' Graham asked.

"'Yes,' I said.

"'But I thought the James Brothers

"'and the Daltons did all those things.'

"'That's what everybody thinks,' Graham said.

"'But it was really us, the Buck Bowers Gang.'"

What's so funny?

That's all bullshit.

Hey,

it just so happens I rode with Buck Bowers and his gang

when he pulled some of those jobs.

And Graham Dorsey was one of my best friends.

Now what do you got to say?

That's good enough for me.

Go on.

"Our hands sought each other as we lay there.

"'This is the most perfect moment of my life,' I said."

How much longer you got?

Forty-three more days.

What are you gonna do when you get out?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

-How many, sir? -One.

That's where it happened. The love story of the century.

The Starbuck Mansion.

While we are not allowed to enter the house,

Mrs. Starbuck has graciously consented

that we might tour the property.

Don't be shy. Come on.

Here she is.

The wonderful steed who triggered the events of that fateful day.

The steed that carried Graham Dorsey

on that futile but gallant ride to rescue his comrades.

The ride which has earned him the respect of the world.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a moment of silence

in honor of Graham Dorsey, if you please.

There is where they swam

and spent that idyllic interlude side by side, staring at the sky.

I draw your attention to the second floor.

Those windows are the master bedroom windows.

By your reaction I can see that you all read the book,

so I'll not have to describe what happened there.

Look, folks, you're in luck.

It's her.

Oh, and that must be Edna and Sam.

Correct.

Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor. How are you today?

Fine, Mrs. Starbuck. And you?

Never better.

I trust you folks are enjoying your visit.

Yes, thank you.

It's so nice of you to let us look about.

To have experienced what I experienced and not share it would be sinful.

-Would you mind? -Of course.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Could I borrow the pencil, please?

Would you mind autographing mine, too, please?

Of course, I would.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Good day.

Wonderful woman.

Beautiful.

Inspiring.

If you enjoyed the tour,

I hope you'll recommend it to all your friends.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

I got separated from the tour.

They left without me and I wondered if I could trouble you

for a glass of water before starting the walk back to town.

Of course. Come in.

Sit there and I'll get your water.

Thank you.

Your water.

Thank you.

So this is where it all took place.

Yes.

I have a confession to make.

It was no accident the tour left without me.

I did it on purpose.

So that I could knock on your door and get a peek inside.

It's a long walk back to town just for that.

Well, for the privilege of speaking to you in person,

drinking water from a glass you held in your hand,

I'd walk all the way to Canada.

I'm touched.

You have no idea what your story means to me.

Well, perhaps you'd like to see some more of the house.

I don't want to impose, but there is one thing I'd like to see.

It's exactly the same way you describe it in your book.

Gleaming floors, velvet chairs.

The harp.

And the music player.

It's the same song you and he danced to.

Yes.

It hasn't been touched since that day.

-I don't suppose... -What is it?

-I shouldn't ask. -Please.

I was wondering if I might play it.

All right.

Sure you don't mind?

Well, I never thought I could bear to hear that song again.

But now, for some strange reason, I find myself wanting to.

Please.

May I have this dance?

May I have this dance?

Oh, stop. Stop. Please stop.

I think you'd better leave.

And I think you had better brace yourself for a shock.

I'm shocked enough already.

Now, will you kindly remove yourself from these premises?

Suppose I told you Graham Dorsey's alive.

What would you say?

That you're mad as well as vulgar.

Suppose I could prove it.

If you don't leave immediately, I'll ring for the servants.

I saw them leave.

I hope you have a strong heart.

Why?

Now, what do you say?

Too surprised to speak? It's me, Graham.

Pinch. Go ahead.

If you're through with this tasteless little joke,

I'll show you to the door.

No, it's no joke. I'm him.

I mean, it's me, Graham.

-Yes, of course you are. -I'm Graham Dorsey.

One's supposed to humor people like you, but perhaps I can help.

Come with me. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Look.

What do you see?

Graham Dorsey.

How tall are you?

5'11".

Graham Dorsey was 6'3".

How would you describe your appearance?

Inferior, average, superior?

Average.

Graham Dorsey was the handsomest man I ever met.

Bullshit!

Being Southern and a gentleman,

Graham Dorsey would never have used such language.

I'm neither Southern nor a gentleman.

That's obvious.

I'm Graham Dorsey.

Listen, I know how shocked you must be,

but I am Graham Dorsey.

Amanda!

Hell, I know where you are. You're in the cellar.

I picked a flower and fell in the pond.

That's in the book!

We made love three times.

That's in the book.

The key is kept behind the statue.

In the book.

You wore lilac perfume.

In the book!

You had tears in your eyes when I left.

In the book.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna show you something that's not in the book.

I won't look.

It's you.

You're him.

I don't understand.

I saw your corpse.

Oh, my God.

It can't be.

I'll explain it all later.

Right now, there are more important things.

It can't be.

But it is, my angel.

Oh, no.

-No, what? -No lovemaking.

Why not?

Because if we make love, we'll never be able to say goodbye.

We don't have to say goodbye. We're going to Boston, remember?

That was before, when it was just the two of us.

Now we have all the others to consider.

What others?

All the people throughout the world who have been affected by our story.

Oh, who gives a damn about them?

I do.

And so would you if you'd read some of these letters I've received.

From as far away as Japan, saying how much my story,

our story, has lifted their hearts.

Three cheers for the Japanese. Now, come on over, lie down,

and let's get on with the reunion.

-Don't you see? -No.

You and I have become more than ourselves.

Being more than ourselves, we're obligated to subordinate

our lesser selves to our greater selves.

You must be talking Japanese.

I haven't got the foggiest notion what you're sayin'.

I'm saying you and I must part

so that the story of our love,

which many people rank with Romeo and Juliet,

can serve as an inspiration for generations to come.

You see this book, Principles of Banking?

I've been in prison a year studying it and dreaming of nothing but you.

Now, come on over here, lie down and I guarantee

in ten minutes you'll forget about Romeo, Juliet and the Japanese.

But if people found out I'd taken up with another man,

it would tarnish the legend.

I'm not another man. I'm Graham Dorsey.

We're going to Boston and I'm gonna be a banker.

What would that gain us?

A happy life.

You'd trade immortal fame for a happy life in Boston?

Just watch me.

Your name is now spoken in the same breath as Jesse James.

My name is also spoken as someone

who was impotent, which is a damn lie,

an act I put on for your benefit.

You have any idea what it's like to be a man

known as a guy who can't get it up,

and know that reputation's gonna follow him all through eternity?

Which I'm willing to bear for something in exchange.

Banking would bore you. The outlaw game's in your blood.

The outlaw game is saddle sores!

Rotten grub, filth, rheumatism.

And if you don't stop this nonsense,

I'm gonna tell that to the world along with a few other things,

like the Buck Bowers Gang was only a two-bit outfit.

And they didn't do any of those things I told you they did.

And I had no intention of saving them when I ran into that posse.

And I'm not the Southern gent

who lied about the horse in the barn to save you.

I had a dream that the bank job wasn't gonna work

and I wanted to get out of it.

I believe this is called blackmail.

I believe you're right.

You win.

What?

You obviously have the upper hand. It would be foolish to resist.

You'll go to Boston with me like we planned?

Yes.

You're giving up too easily.

I pride myself on facing facts.

The fact here is I've lost and I intend to make the best of it.

Still not convinced.

Perhaps this will help.

Leave this house at once or I'll pull the trigger.

What would all those others think?

The Japanese?

I'd say you were a housebreaker.

You wouldn't shoot me. You couldn't.

Give me your word you'll never return,

never reveal that Graham Dorsey isn't dead

and I'll see to it that you receive $20 a week

for the rest of your life.

That hurts me more than anything you could have said or done.

$50.

It's not just banking and going to Boston.

I...

I love you.

$100 a week and that's my final offer.

I wouldn't care if it was $1,000.

You either pull that trigger

or you go to Boston with me.

You're bluffing.

One of us is and I'm betting it's you.

I will let nothing spoil our legend.

Nothing.

Oh, no.

No.

Oh, no.

No.

"All flesh is grass.

"And all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.

"The grass withereth,

"the flower fadeth,

"but the word of our God shall stand forever."

What a brave and happy face she maintained to the world.

Amen.

But how her heart must have ached.

Amen.

Until finally,

unable to bear this life without her beloved,

she decided to join him,

side by side, for all eternity.

Amen.

Whoa.

All right. Out! Everybody!

Come on, come on, hurry it up. Move, lady.

You, too. Come on.

Red. Red Roxy.

And who the hell are you?

It's me, Graham. Graham Dorsey.

What?

Graham Dorsey. We rode together.

This guy thinks he's Graham Dorsey.

He's a dreamer.

In case you missed it,

there's a sign on that door, says, "Private."

It's me, Graham Dorsey.

For crying out loud. How you been?

All right. You don't seem surprised I'm not dead.

Ah, in this business you learn to take everything in stride.

You still like bourbon?

You just said one of my favorite words.

You stay here while I fetch us a bottle to celebrate your return.

Don't be long.

Graham Dorsey was 6'4".

The handsomest man I ever saw.

I'm Graham Dorsey!

Some have a lifetime

Some just a day

Love isn't something you measure that way

Nothing's ever forever

Forever's a lie

All we have is between hello and goodbye

It's not how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye

The music has ended...

Here! Here!

You promise not to sing that lousy song again, I'll give you some more.

Here! Here!

I hope that wasn't meant to be an insult

against the heroic name of Graham Dorsey.

"The heroic name of Graham Dorsey."

Graham Dorsey was no bigger,

better-looking or braver than me.

Which is to say,

he was nothing but a sidewinding faker

and a shit!

-Fill your hand, mister. -I already did.

My dearest Graham.

My darling Amanda.

It's almost 3:00.

How quickly the time has gone.

If it were not for my love for you, I'd try to save Buck Bowers

and the rest of my comrades, regardless of the odds.

You must do it in spite of me

or you will regret it the rest of your life.

You must.

You're right.

My heart is breaking, but my duty is clear.

Farewell, beloved.

Farewell, my darling.

That's not the way it was.

I didn't give a damn what happened to Buck and the others!

She made me go!

I'm the real Graham Dorsey!

Get off the stage, buddy!

I tell you there's gold there.

I tell you. I seen it with my own eyes.

Touched it with my own hands. I tell you it's there.

Gold. All you want.

Gold. Just for the taking.

The water was so peaceful.

Graham Dorsey?

Yes.

We've been expecting you. Welcome.

The music has ended

I still hear the song

Our moment was brief

But our kisses were long

Though the loving is over

The love of you stays

And the memory will warm me

The rest of my days

It's not how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye

We never shared September

Or watched the colors of fall

But in that wink of time we had

We knew we had it all

It's not how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye