All language subtitles for The Virginian - 1x20 - If You Have Tears

[ theme music playing ]

♪♪

Hello, Mr. Lawson.

Why, hello, Lori Anne.

How's my best girl?

I'm fine. I thought
a lot about it,
Mr. Lawson.

About what?

About marrying you.
But when I grow up,

won't you be too old?

I'll tell you
a little secret.

I don't grow old.

You don't?No.

So you'll have
plenty of time.

Honest?Honest.

♪♪

[ reading ] "Regardless
of what has gone on before,

"we're both interested
in money.

"If you want to handle
the sale of the Toomy place,

meet me there this afternoon."

[ door creaks ]

Kelland. Kelland!

♪♪

[ neighing ]

Easy!

Whoa, boy.
Settle down, now.

[ neighs ]

Mighty fine job.
No question about it.

We work good together.

[ thud ]

Hello, Kyle.

Did you hear him?
Been all this time,

and all he can say is
"Hello, Kyle".

You haven't given him
much of a chance.

I see you two
have met.

We've met. I don't think
I understand him,
but I like him.

Don't try to
understand him, honey.
Just enjoy him.

Well, I'll be.
If it isn't old
ladies' man himself.

Trampas.How are you, Kyle?

He still
workin' you to death?

Tell him about it.

Only way he'll ever die
from overwork

is runnin' away from it.

That's an absolute
true statement.

[ both laugh ]

We've got an awful lot
of catchin' up to do.

You gonna be around
for a while?

Ah, now, therein
lies the problem.

Trouble?

Well, it's a--

Betsy...

I know. Man-to-man talk.

Well, you look like
you could use some food.

Come on, Betsy.
I'll help you
to your horse.

What's up, Kyle?

There's a posse
representing the law and will

of the people
of Mt. Corpus, Montana.

When it finds me,
it will take me back,

and after a sure
and speedy trial,

I'll be hung by the neck
until dead.

What did you do that'd
be a hangin' matter?

They say I killed a man.

Now, Kyle,
it seems to me

that they haven't
gotten to know you
in Mt. Corpus.

Nothin' they said
or swore to or showed us

would make us believe
that about you,

not about you
killin' anybody.

But why'd you run?

Because someone's got it
woven around me tight
and custom-made.

What can we do
for you?

Well, you can tell me
to keep on running,

or to do...what else?

There's that line shack
about 40 miles on the ridge.

No one's used that
for years.

Right. First tell us
what happened.

What do they say?

He that lives by the sword
shall perish by the sword,

or some nonsense like that.

A woman.

Yes, a woman.

Well, a girl, really.

A beautiful, silken girl.

Married...Yeah.

to a man she didn't want
to be married to.

A man she hated.

I made her--
made her laugh,

made her feel
like a woman again.

A beautiful woman.

Yo.

But...

I'm afraid she took me
too seriously.

It's been done.

Yes, to a point where
it became difficult.

She was planning
to leave her husband.

So I broke it.
You know my philosophy.

There's no pleasant way
to let a woman down,

so make it brief.

But, unfortunately,
this time it didn't work.

A few days
after her husband and I

had had a little,
uh...set-to

in the middle of
the main street,

he was killed, shot...

undoubtedly by my gun.

Where was I?
I answered a note

that took me
to where he was killed.

I walked in a room,
alone,

and found the body.

When I got back
to my office,

the note and the gun
were gone.

That's when I knew I'd been
trussed up good and proper.

So, you ran.

And now what happens?

I'd go back.
I swear I'd go back

if I thought
I had a chance.

But I haven't.

She has me measured
for a pine box
down to the last inch.

If I'm caught,
the law will roll me into it.

Well, we'll know
more how you set
when we get there.

I don't deny that's what
I wanted you to say, but--

but if you--

Save it.

You said you'd go back

if you thought
you had a chance.

We'll go find out
if you have.

I owe you at least
that much, Kyle.

It's as simple as that.

It's not.

Leona's the only answer,
and--

and she won't be easy.

Your lovely girl?

If you plan to see her--

I do.

Take a tight reign
on your trust in me,

at least
for a little while.

That's all I ask.

She's that much,
huh?

You'll see.

Sure you don't want
to rest up first

and then go up
to that line shack?

It's about 40 miles
from here.

I can't afford to rest.

♪♪

♪♪

If you will, please,
just relate the events

following the finding of
the body of Lawrence Kelland.

The body was discovered
by two boys,

as I've said.

They notified me.

It was established
that Mr. Kelland
had been killed

the previous
afternoon.

He was shot and killed
by someone using
a Webley handgun,

caliber .32.

Since Lawson
is the only person
in this town I know of

to own such a weapon,

I went to his office
to question him.

Yes?He wasn't there.

Other than the gun,
and Lawrence's disappearance,

did you have any other reason
to suspect the murder?

You and the whole town
know the answer
to that one.

Well, just for the record,
Jonathan.

Because of what Kelland
did to Lawson,

on Main Street
in broad daylight.

What was that, Sheriff?

He beat him
with a horse whip.

Thank you, Sheriff.
That'll be all.
You can step down.

Mrs. Kelland?

Will you take
the stand, please?

Mrs. Kelland,
the delay of this inquest

is solely because you've
been confined to your bed

and unable to appear.

Was the reason for this
the shock of your
husband's death?

Yes, it was.

Mr. Kelland, you heard
Sheriff Ballard say

that your husband...

quarreled with Kyle Lawson.

Was there a reason
for such an act?

My husband was sometimes
a violent man.

We're all aware of that,
Mrs. Kelland.

Why did he put the whip
to Kyle Lawson?

He had heard that
Mr. Lawson had been
seeing me.

Was that true, Mrs. Kelland?
Were you seeing him?

[ softly ] Yes.

I didn't hear that,
Mrs. Kelland.

I said, yes.

[ people murmuring,
judge bangs gavel ]

Where were you
seeing him?

Occasionally we went
riding together.

And once or twice he was
a guest at my house.

Would you say, in any way,
he, uh...

made any improper
advances to you?

What you're doing has
no place in this hearing.

Martha, please--

To try to suggest that
my sister encouraged that man.

Will you answer
my question, Mrs. Kelland?

We were simply friends

who enjoyed
each other's company.

He was attentive to me,
if that's what you mean.

Thank you, Mrs. Kelland.

You can step down now.

Well, now you've heard
the testimony.

You can leave the courtroom
now and decide upon
your verdict.

We've already done
our deciding, Jonathan.

Are you all
in agreement?
We are.

And the verdict is this:

that Lawrence Kelland
met his death

at the hands
of Kyle Lawson,

now a fugitive who should
be caught, returned,

and tried for murder.

[ people murmuring,
judge banging gavel ]

♪♪

Sure is a prime,
grade-A, number one
batch of woman.

Are you staying
in town?

As though that were
a sensible question.

Then why ask,
sister dear?

Try to get back
early.

I will, most assured.

Fill the cup
the clears today

of past regrets
and future fears.

Yes, sir.

Well, how'd it go,
Mr. Clain?

At the inquest,
I mean.

Well, strangely enough,

everybody thought
that Kelland was dead

and that Lawson should be
brought to justice.

The hills shall be filled
with the minions
of the law,

seeking the town dandy,

who became an assassin
for unrequited love.

He could be halfway
out of the country
by now.

Our Lothario in flight?

No. Crossing mountains
and deserts?

Never.

This gentlemen, perhaps.

But Kyle Lawson, no.

It would not matter
to me at all

if he eluded justice.

But he won't.

He's holed up in some
crevice of the earth
right now,

praying for a miracle.

Excuse me. Are you talkin'
about the fella

that's supposed to have
shot that Mr. Kelland?

Precisely.

You know him?Yes, indeed.

Hmm.

You believe
in miracles, sir?

Yeah. They, uh,
usually need

a little push
to get started, though.

Excellent.

A mystic, a poet.

Pour this gentleman
a drink.

I happen to be
a poet also.

May I introduce myself?
I'm Simon Clain--

poet laureate of
Mt. Corpus, Montana.

More recently know
to the townsfolk

as the brother-in-law
of the murdered man,

and therefore the brother
of the lovely bereaved wife.

And now that I have
gratified one of my vices,

I shall proceed
to another.

How's it makin'?

It's her brother.

Bartender.

I'm tapped out.

No luck.

Hey, uh...
do you mind?

No, go ahead.

Table stakes.

Right.

Do your mystical powers

extend also to
this classic game?

We'll soon find out.

Well, if not, all you
really need to play poker

is money and the ability
to lose it gracefully.

Hmm.

♪ I like what I see

♪ When I look at you

♪ I do, I do

♪ I do

♪ The very first time
that I... ♪

You place a nice game.

I try.

You work
this town steady?

I move around.
I like it better that way.

I got here Friday.

If this is any example
of your skill,

I also like it that way.

[ chuckles ]

♪ ... to you

♪ Making one from two

♪ And fifty years hence

♪ It will still be true

♪ I like...

I'll open for $10.

And, uh...ten more.

I'll see you once.

How many cards
to the opener?

I'll play these.

Hmm, a pat hand, huh?

That gives me pause.

However, I feel compelled.

I must play these.

[ singing continues ]

Three to the dealer.

I fold.

[ song ends ]

How proud are you
of that hand?

I just lost faith
in it.

A pat hand?

Mm-hmm.

Well, an ace-high flush

wins the magnificent sum
of $40

in a no-limit game.

Happens sometimes.

[ stops playing ]

If I'd draw three cards,

what three would you
have drawn?

You probably
would've had, uh...

four kings?

Or a full house?

You saying
I rigged that hand?

You're sayin' it.

Move that hand
any farther,

it'll never deal
another card...

friend.

[ guitar playing ]

I, uh, like your style.

It frightens me,
but I like it.

Barkeep, give my friend
a drink here.

Thank you.

No, no, I insist.

He had me set up
beautifully--

the ox ready
for the fatal blow.

Instead, you won $40.

And a friend, I trust.

By all means.

As a fellow poet
and philosopher,

do you have any realization
of what it means

to a man like me
to live in this town?

I've found that
all towns, they got
one thing in common.

They got a road
goin' out of them.

Heh. I like that.

I like that very much.

And I may take
that road someday.

And now I would like you
to do me a favor.

Or let you do
another one for me.

Uh, I would like you to come
to dinner as my guest.

I'd like you
to meet my sisters.

I'd like you to come to
the Kelland Ranch tonight

at 7:00 as my guest.
Will you do that for me?

It'd be my pleasure.

Well, until then...

good day, sir.

Good day to you.

How'd it go?

I got lucky.
Dinner with the Kellands.

With her?
[ whistles ]

Well, I do agree--
that is an "A"
number-one invite.

I only hope you're
man enough to handle
that batch of woman.

If I need your help,
I'll send for you.

Yeah, well, what I was
about to suggest was--

♪♪

Another toast,
if you don't mind,
my friends.

Simon, please.

And this time...

to the one
who set us free,

who released us
from our chains

and gave us back
the sun

and the gentle air.

I mean, of course,
Kyle Lawson.

May he have the freedom

he so graciously
gave to us.

Simon, that isn't amusing.

It wasn't meant
to be.

It is a statement
I mean with
my whole soul.

It's a private affair

and shouldn't be discussed
in front of our guest.

And why not?

There isn't a person
in this whole town

who was not aware
of the hate that was
in this house.

You were there today.

What did you hear?

Only what was said
at the inquest.

Heh. The portrait
in brief

of our dear departed.

The mad, wild,
Violent man!

Simon, I want you
to stop it now.

Black does not do you
justice, my dear one.

It dulls you.

The suits
and trappings of woe.

And there is another.

If you have tears,
prepare to shed them now.

Well, I have no tears,
and I'll wear no suit
of woe.

I'm glad Lawrence Kelland
is dead,

and I have
only one regret.

That I did not have
the courage to kill him
myself.

Simon, you're ill.
Go to bed.

Yes. Yes, I'm ill.

And I've been a most
ungracious host.

Not at all. I--

No, thank you.

Now, if you'll
excuse me...

Surely.

Ladies.

I'm sorry.

No need to be.

You haven't told us yet

what brought you
to Mt. Corpus.

I'm in the cattle
business.

There's a spread
near here that's known
for good seed bulls.

Mr. Dunson's.That's right.

I'm afraid you'll have
difficulty with him.

He drives a hard bargain.

So I've heard.

Won't you sit down?

Leona, I think we'll all had
a long and trying evening.

Well, it's been
a pleasant evening
for me, Mrs. Kelland,

and I certainly
thank you.

But you're looking
a little warm, if you
don't mind my saying so.

Would you like
to step outside
for a breath of air

for a moment?

Thank you.
I'd like that very much.

Miss Clain.

♪♪

You mustn't mind Simon.

He drinks to escape.

From what?

Things. The world.

He's a poet.

Yes.

A lot of people
are poet,

but only a few know
how to work at it.

How do you mean?

I once knew a man
who could barely
write his own name.

But he could talk
to the birds.

He could tell where
a mountain cat

had walked across
a bed of pine needles.

He could tell his age
by the trees

and the weather
by his bones,

after he got old,
that is.

I always considered
him to be a poet.

Who was he?

My father.

I would've liked him.

Yes, you would.

That's something
Simon lacked.

Our parents died when
we were very young.

Martha raised us.

And Simon was
the gentle one.

We always protected him.

From things
and the world?

Yes.

When I married, I insisted
that he and Martha

come live with us.

I shouldn't have.

He gave up too much
of himself.

Now he drinks.

I know he embarrassed you.
I apologize for that.

He didn't embarrass me.

Why should you
apologize for Simon?

Because it's my fault
what he's become.

I told him today--

every town
has a road out of it.

Oh, that's so easy
to say.

I once found
a baby squirrel.

It had been hurt.

And I kept it in a cage,

fed it and cared for it,

and when it was better,
I let it out.

It ran away.

But the next day,
it was back in its cage,

and I let it stay.

Do you know what
I'm trying to say to you?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Good-bye.

Not good-bye,
Mrs. Kelland.

Good night.

♪♪

♪♪

No, sir. Mr. Lawson
was my best customer.

I cannot condemn him.

Hmm. You're in
the minority.

Only because I have
no fear for my wife.

Please understand--
my wife is a beautiful woman,

but she weigh 200 pounds.

In Italy, this would be
something else.

But in America,

where the women are all
so skinny, like this,

I am fearless!

[ laughs ]

This Lawson made love
to all the ladies, huh?

Yeah, love.

You might call him
the Casanova of Montana.

He know how to make
an ugly woman feel beautiful

and a beautiful woman
feel irresistible.

But no man can make
a fat woman feel thin.

[ both laugh ]

You all done?Yeah.

Here's a towel.Thanks.

Hmm.

They never give up.

Each day they search.

So many men.
They even send telegrams.

I hope that they don't
hang such a man,

especially such a man
who tips so generously.

Oh.

There.

Keep the change. Grazie, signore.

[ whistles ]
Look mighty fine.

Thanks.

You figurin' on
dazzling her to death?

I'm figurin' on
buyin' some bulls.

Why not?

We need a reason
for being here.

Buyin' seed bulls is it.Good enough.

You stay here
and keep talkin'.

Don't be obvious,
but find out about her...

and how it was
with her and Kyle,

where she was that day.

Who do I start askin'?

Anybody and everybody.

I'll go door to door.

♪♪

Whoa.

Leona. Ha ha!
Good to see you.

I was figuring
you'd forgotten
where I bedded down.

How are you?

Well, right now,
I feel better

than I have in many days.
Thank you, Tom. How are you?

Ornery as a wild one,
and just as useless.

Come on here,
let me help you down.

Well, I see you had
an old-fashioned
bringing-up.

Won't you step down,
mister?

Thank you kindly.

He's here to take
a seed bull from you.

Well, sir, you can have
the missus of the family,

but I'll wrestle you
to a frazzle

if you touch
one of my stock.
They're my babies.

I told you
he'd be difficult.

Well, the bargaining's
just started.

From what I've heard,
the stock you have

might not measure up
to what I'm lookin' for.

Now, look here, mister,

any man buys
one of my bulls

gets the finest br--

[ Tom chuckles ]

It's gonna be a pleasure
to do business with you,
mister.

Heard you talkin' about
buyin' some stock.

What outfit are you with?

Shiloh Ranch.

Where's that?

Medicine Bow, Wyoming.

Good luck
on your tradin'.
Thanks.

Nice seeing you, Tom,
Mrs. Kelland.

Well, let's look
at the babies here...

and hassle about not
letting you buy one of 'em.

Miss Leona.

This is number one.

Pick this one, I'll throw
the brisket in here.

Partner's name
is Trampas.

Both of 'em showed up
all of a sudden yesterday
at the inquest.

♪♪

[ Virginian laughing ]

[ both laughing ]

♪♪

Hello.

I want you to stop
seeing my sister.

You have any
particular reason?

You've had plenty of time
to finish your business
with Mr. Dunson.

Why do you stay here?

Dunson's a stubborn man.

Your interest
isn't in Mr. Dunson

or his prized stock.

It's my sister
that keeps you here.

An attractive
young woman, a widow...

just come into a great
deal of property.

And you ride by at
exactly the right time--

a common hand,
a Saturday-night roisterer

without a dollar
in your pockets.

Don't you think she
deserves better than that?

Whatever I am,
I think it's her business.

No, it isn't.

It's mine.

I've seen two men--

one an animal, the other
an irresponsible dandy--

all but destroy her.

I'm not gonna stand by
and let her go through
anything like that again.

She's been hurt...

deeply hurt.

And you're
taking advantage of
the way she feels!

It's inhuman of you!

I tell you now
and for the last time--

you're going to leave
my sister alone.

♪♪

You have a good day?

So-so.

I would've been
mighty happy to have
traded with you.

You find out anything
from our hatchet woman?

When you saw her there
at the inquest

and looked at her close,

what did you
really think?

Well, I thought
just about

what Kyle told us
we'd think--

that she was sure
a fine batch of woman.

Yeah.

I'm hungry. Let's eat.

Yo.

♪♪

I had them ready
the buggy.

There's a hamper in back.
Do you like picnics?

I like 'em fine.

I must say Martha
was terribly angry

when I decided to change
from my mourning.

I imagine she was.

♪♪

You know, I've been
watching you,

and I bet I know
a secret about you.

What?

This is your own
special place, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

When you were young,
didn't you have a place?

One time.

In Virginia?Yes.

And you've never
been back?

No.

I suppose every child
in the world

he can run to
to hide and dream...

perhaps cry.

But you don't bring
other people to your
place, do you?

Not usually, no.

Leona? Leona, I--

♪♪

Martha was right.
I shouldn't have changed

from my widow's mourning.

Tell me about
your husband, Leona.

No.

I'd like to know.

Why?

Well...

when a man is
interested in a woman,

he starts thinking
about her...

and of the special place
of hers like this.

All the people
she's known,

and everything she's done
before they met.

He has to know,
or imagine it.

And it's better to know
because then he can...

tell her he's sorry.

Be some comfort to her
if she's been hurt.

If I've been hurt,
it doesn't matter now.

I loved my husband
when I married him.

I thought so.

He was a compelling man

in a way that
a stampeding herd
is compelling--

powerful and fascinating.

After a very short time,

he became someone
I hadn't known.

Maybe he never existed.

Powerful.

Violent, they said
at the hearing.

That was later.

Did he mistreat you?

He mistreated everyone.

I've heard that he whipped
that man Kyle Lawson.

Yes.

Jealousy?

Yes.

I don't blame him.

He had no right to.

I only meant that you'd
make any man jealous

of any other man
that knew you.

I'm sorry for Kyle,
terribly sorry.

It's like waiting
for some storm to break

or some awful happening.

And all the while
thinking of him

hiding out
like some animal.

They'll find him, Leona.

I hope they don't.

I pray then don't.

You said at the hearing
that he was only...

casually attentive
to you.

You want to know,
so you won't imagine?

No, I was just wondering why
you felt so sorry for him.

I was very fond of him.

I needed someone,

companionship
of some sort.

Someone who could laugh,

or at least be a little
less than solemn.

We rode together,

told each other
tall stories.

And he began to change.

He became a little more
than attentive.

It wasn't quite the truth,
what I said at the hearing.

I know he couldn't resist
making love to a woman.

Perhaps I let him believe
more than I should. I--

He became difficult.

We had a bitter quarrel.

Or do you believe
what the whole town does?

I don't live by what
other people believe.

Leona...

You mean to find out
for yourself?

No, no.

I feel cold.

I'd like to be taken
home now, please.

♪♪

♪ If I had tears

♪ A few more tears

♪ I'd cry for you

♪ There are no tears

♪ I have no tears

♪ To dry for you

♪ When we said good-bye

♪ 'Twas too late to cry

♪ Now when I weep

♪ It's way down deep

♪ Deep in my heart

Very pretty.Thank you.

Yes, sir.

[ humming tune ]

Are you in some kind
of trouble?

♪ If I have tears

What?

All the time
I was singing,

the deputy was
starin' at you.

He just likes me.

Can I ask
another question?

Sure, if you give me
a turn.

What's keeping you
in town?

Heh. Well, now...

part of it, I think,
is you.

Oh?

And what's
the other part?

You really care?

Just enough to ask.

Oh?

Kyle Lawson?

What do I have
to do with him?

I hear a lot.

I also see a lot.

Hmm. You know Kyle?

He bought me
a drink once.

So did I.
What's that tell you?

He always
treated me nice.

I liked him.

Well, when they catch him,

you can be
a character witness
at the trial.

Heh heh. I'd do him
a lot of good.

I'd take your word
for anything.

Then you can take it
for this.

Leona Kelland was in town
that afternoon.

Which afternoon?

When her husband
was killed.

Her buggy
was in the alley

just by Kyle's office.

You saw her?

I saw her.

Well--

Where's your friend?

I rightly
couldn't tell you.

Out at
the Kelland Ranch?

I wouldn't blame him.

Who could?Yeah.

Sure is a might nice
conversation we're havin'.

Surely is.

She was in town
that afternoon.

She had her carriage
in the alley
by Kyle's office.

We can find out
what time it was.

Could be either
when she went
to get Kyle's gun...

or when she came back
to get the note.

[ knock on door ]

Sheriff.

I never claimed to be
almighty clever,

but I'm not a stupid man.

And you made the mistake
of thinkin' me one.

You're right.

That's always
a mistake.

What do you want?

I've been on the telegraph

to Sheriff Evans,
Medicine Bow.

He talked to the people
at your Shiloh Ranch.

A Miss Betsy Garth.

Do you know Kyle Lawson?

Yeah.

We know him.

Do you know
where he is now?

Yeah.

Are you gonna tell me?

No.

I can get you
a lot of time in jail

for what you just said.

Still wouldn't
get you Lawson.

Leona Kelland know that
you're a pal of Lawson's?

I watched you nestle in
tight with her.

What are you
working her for?

How are you gonna use her?

Sheriff...

get him out of here.

Allen, you can go
back to the office.

Have you seen Lawson
since the murder?

THE VIRGINIAN:
Yes, I have.

What'd he say?

He said
he didn't do it.

Lawson ran.

You a poker player,
Sheriff?

I've dealt my share,
yeah.

What do you do
when you find yourself
holding a busted flush?

I fold it.

So did Kyle.

How do you know
he didn't kill Kelland?

We fought together
in Cuba, the three of us.

We saw some trouble,
real bad trouble.

In all of it, he never
pulled a trigger, not once.

The fact is, Sheriff,

he killed as many of the enemy
as they killed of him.

It just wasn't in him
to kill.

I think he's
the same man today.

I'll tell you something.

But if you say I said it,

I'll call you both liars.

This whole town
is sure of his guilt.

They haven't given it
a second thought,

but I have.

I think he's a fool
about women,

but I don't think
he's such a fool

that he would leave
a gun he had used
beside the body.

Especially a gun
this whole town
knew was his.

No man is that much
of a fool.

Who did he say
measured him?

Are you gonna answer
that question?

Sheriff...

how can I get
a little time from you?

For what?

There's some questions
of my own I've got to
get answered.

Look, you said yourself
you didn't think
he did it.

Look at it this way.
Wouldn't it make
a difference for him

if he came back in
himself?

Maybe.

Are you saying that you
can get him to come in?

No, I'm not sayin' that.

But he said he'd come in
if he thought he had
a ghost of a chance.

That's all we're trying
to get for him.

That's not good enough.

All right, Sheriff.

You call it.

You can have us
workin' for you

and for what you say
you believe about Kyle,

or you can throw us in
your rotten little jail.

Now, what's it gonna be?

I'll give you
till Friday morning.

And I'd like it fine
to see him come
riding in.

Thank you, Sim,
that will be all.

You're a friend
of Kyle Lawson's.

Yes.

And that's why
you came here?

Yes.To meet me.

That's the way
it started.

To nestle in with me,

as the deputy
so charmingly phrased it.

Leona, I--

Build up a confidence,
a trust,

a leaning post.

And what more--
a love affair?

Leona, listen to me--

While you watched
and waited and listened

for the slip or the word
or whatever it would be

that you were certain
would come if you were
clever enough.

And you knew
that you were.

That's the way
it started, but--

I suppose I'm really
very much like Simon.

I haven't learned
to face reality, either.

I guess we'll
both have to try
a good deal harder.

Will you leave now,
please?

No, Leona.

Not until you've answered
a question for me.

No.

One thing I know
beyond any doubt--

Kyle didn't kill
your husband.

Once it would've been
an easy thing to ask you.

But it isn't anymore.

Tell me--

were you in town the day
your husband was shot?

Would you believe
anything that I said?

Leona, can you tell me
that you didn't go in
anytime that day?

Take your hands
away from her!

She was here at home
with me,

all that day.

Were you?

Were you?

No, I wasn't.

I was wherever you choose
to think I was.

Will you go now,
please?

I'll go.

♪♪

[ chatter and laughter ]

Allen?

Good evening.Evening.

Does the sheriff know
about your little errand

to Mrs. Kelland's?

Matter of fact,
he didn't.

Planned on telling
the sheriff about it?

Can't say that I did.

You fixin' to tell
the sheriff...

about his deputy?

No. I think
we ought to keep it

right here between us,
where it belongs.

♪♪

[ whistles loudly ]

Oh, was ever a man
glad to see you.

Brought you something.

I can use it.
And the company, too.

Another day out here,
and I'll be ready
for a cage.

Mmm! But the question
uppermost in my mind--

what is your
considered opinion?

You're still in trouble.

Well, tell me.

You saw her?

Yeah, I saw her.

Mm-hmm.

You looked
at the child's face,

listened
to the warm wind,

and now you don't
believe me.

I believe you didn't
kill anybody, Kyle.

And that she didn't?

All she wanted from you
was a little friendship,
right?

But she was going
to leave her husband.

Yes, but not for you.

So, you've decided that
I didn't tell the truth,

that I didn't break
with her, end it.

No, I believe that.

But you don't believe
that she loved me,

that she wanted
to leave with me.

Maybe I was mistaken.

Maybe I didn't mean
that much to her.

Maybe she tricked me
even in that.

It could be simply that
she meant to use me
from the first,

for just what she did.

She knew the whole town
would believe it.

All of them.

Not all of them.

The barber likes you...

'cause you're a big tipper.
And he's got a fat wife.

Heh heh.

And the sheriff
doesn't believe it.

He doesn't think
you're that big a fool.

And there's a saloon girl

that saw Leona in town
near your office that day.

Well, did she
see her go in?

No.

But that's proof
she could have.

She knew where I kept
the key to the rear door.

She must've gone in
and taken the note
from the wastebasket.

All right,
what do we do?

Well, the question is,
do you want to risk it?

How?

Well...

you've got to
go in, Kyle.

No. No, I can't.

The sheriff's
on our side.

If you go in,
we can turn that town
on its head

and shake it till
the truth falls out.

We'll have a lever.

The other way around,
you can run.

Do you want me
to go in?

I didn't say that,
Kyle.

I said it was a risk,
a big risk.

I can't put you in it.

You've gotta be the one
to say for yourself.

Sleep on it.

♪♪

Say, Lawson's back!
Lawson's comin' in!

Lawson's back!

Lawson's back!

Leona, I know
you don't want to
talk to me, but...

I've got to tell you
something about Kyle,

why I had to help him.

I was in the war
in Cuba.

One fine day,
I found myself

lyin' in a ditch
with a hole in my back.

I couldn't move.

I just laid there
for a long time...

feelin' my life pouring
out me into the mud.

Then I looked up,
and there he was,

crawlin' down to me.

Kyle Lawson.

The Gatling gun had been
chewin' up the ground

on that field
all day long.

Nothin' had any right
to be alive out there.

But he'd been out there
for five hours
lookin' for me.

Well, after a while,
when it got to be dusk,

he got me out of there.

Carried me at first--

miles and miles.

And then he fell and...

couldn't carry me anymore.

So he dragged me.

He dragged me and...

I couldn't do anything
to help him.

All I could do was watch him
reach inside himself

for the strength
to keep on going.

That's why I'm here.

And that's why
I had to do anything,

anything at all
that I could,

to help him.

And I'll tell you
that, uh...

I'm not very proud of
the way I went about it.

All right,
you told me.

I accept it.

One more thing, Leona.

Kyle rode into town
this afternoon.

He gave himself up.

Why?

Because he's innocent.

He wants to see you.

You once told me
you felt sorry for him,

that you hoped
he'd get away.

You said it was like
waiting for a storm
to be over with.

Well, Leona...

if they hang Kyle...

how long will it be
before the storm
is over for you?

Will you take me
to see him?

♪♪

♪♪

[ keys rattling ]

Kyle.

Leona.

Can you tell me that
you weren't responsible

for my husband's death?

Responsible?

You can put it
more clearly than that.

You shot him.

You can actually
stand here,

you can look at me
steadily and calmly
and say that?

Kyle, you ran.

Certainly I did.

I had no story to tell,
nothing that they'd believe.

The note that sent me
to find his body

was gone when I got back.

My gun was gone.

You saw to that.

Didn't you expect me
to run?

Wasn't that
what you wanted?

Now I'm back, Leona.

And only the truth
can do me any good.

♪♪

Sheriff?

Yes, Mrs. Kelland.

I've been playing a part
for some time now,

but I can't play it
any longer.

I am responsible
for my husband's death.

SHERIFF: Oh, well,
maybe in a way,
you think you are.

I planned it so that
Kyle would be suspected,

so that he would
have time enough to know

and could get away.

I thought that he could
get away easily.

Hank Hutchins is your
attorney, isn't he?

I don't need
my attorney.

Please sit down,
Mrs. Kelland.

I'm gonna fetch
your attorney anyway.

Why, Leona? Why?

I know
you're not the one,

just as surely
as I know Kyle isn't.

Leona, we're alone.
No one can hear us.

Tell me why.

Leona, I know
you didn't do it.

Why?

Do you know who it was?

Yes.

Do you think
I could stand by

and see Simon die?

I couldn't live with that.

Stand by and watch him
be torn and broken...

and try to find the strength
and not be able?

I couldn't.

I can't, because the guilt
is mine, the real guilt.

It's my fault.

My own weakness.

I married a man
that I didn't love.

Not enough,
not nearly enough.

I married him to get
things for myself.

For my brother
and sister.

And that was a sin.

Mine.

I put Simon--
poor, weak Simon,
who depended upon me--

into a shameful position.

And he felt he had to do
what he did.

He thought so, for me.

Not for himself.

I couldn't let him pay
for what he's done.

Simon wouldn't know
how to die.

I do.

If that's necessary,

I can.

♪♪

[ indistinct chatter ]

Simon.

[ groans ]
Yes, Myron?

Did you hear
about your sister?

I hardly think
I care to discuss--

She walked into
the sheriff's office

and said she was the one
who killed her husband.

That's impossible.

That's what they say.
It's all over town.

You'd better go
look into it yourself.

♪♪

I waited at the Toomy place
to see Kyle arrive.

I saw him ride up
and go in.

I went to where
I'd left my carriage,

and drove away.

That's all.

Well, it can't be all.

You had to come back
to town to find the note.

Lawson just told me so.

Yes, I did.

Leona...

I would like to tell you
what is in my heart.

Simon,
it isn't necessary.

Until now, I know
I've been a failure.

Simon.

Leona?

I've come here
to bring you
to your senses.

Now, please tell
the sheriff the truth--

that you've been
tormented and played upon
by this man

until you've
become obsessed
by all the foolish

and romantic nonsense
he's been feeding you.

Martha, Martha.

There's no reason.

No reason for you
to confess to something
you didn't do.

Martha, please!

It's weakness...

for a man
like Kyle Lawson.

He isn't worth it.

Mr. Ballard, please.

Sheriff,
let her go!

I'm sorry, Miss Clain.

She didn't
shoot her husband.

You know she didn't.

She says she did.

Leona,
they'll believe you.

They won't have mercy.

They'll believe what
they wanted to all along

about you and Kyle.

They won't have mercy!

You're right, Miss Clain.

An unfaithful wife
kills her husband.

They'd have
very little mercy.

Miss Clain...

can you tell me
what was in the note

that was sent
to Kyle Lawson

to get him to go out
to the Toomy place?

It said...

"Regardless of what
has gone on before,

we're both interested
in money."

That's enough. Leona...

can you tell me
in front of Lawson

what was in the rest
of that note?

SHERIFF:
Well, Mrs. Kelland?

Of course she can't.

She never saw it.

I killed him.

A hundred days
and a hundred nights.

I killed him for
every time he put
his hands on her.

I killed him for every
cruelty he did to her.

It was so easy...

to kill him
that one more time.

[ both sobbing ]

[ guitar playing ]

Got the horses ready.

They're all packed
and out front.

You still want
to leave tonight?

Mm-hmm.

I thought you might want
to throw our weight around--

gamble...belt somebody?

Guess we're
in a hurry, huh?

Not that much.
Go ahead.

I'll catch up with you.

I'm sorry, son.

I wish--

Martha?

She said she never
would've let him hang.

You believe that?

I'm going to.

You never thought
it was Leona.

Not after
the first day, no.

She's at
the sheriff's now.

You're leaving tonight?Mm-hmm.

You'd better see her.

Everybody has to face up
to something, friend.

I think it's your turn.

Have a drink,
Mr. Clain?

No.

Well...

just one.

I--I'm leaving now.

I'm--I won't be back
this way again.

But I'd like to
tell you something
before I go...

if you listen to me.

I'll listen.

I came very near
telling Kyle to run.

Why?

Because I didn't want
to see you hurt.

Remember that someday...

and remember what we said
and what we did

at your place.

Maybe then
you'll believe me.

Maybe, someday.

But it won't help
anybody then.

It'll help me.

♪♪

[ theme music playing ]