All language subtitles for Wagon Train S03E08 - The Felizia Kingdom Story

I'd been scoutin' for five days,

and I had nothin'
but bad news to report.

To the north, a cloudburst
had wiped out the usual trails,

and to the south,
nothin' but marshes.

Just when
I was about to give up,

there it was...

A natural passage west.

The wagons
would have easy rollin',

and when Major Adams saw it,
he'd shout for joy.

You lost, boy?

Just wander away from your mama,

and now you can't
find your way back home?

That it, boy?

More likely,
the rain we had last night.

You know how it is after a rain.

They always come up
out of nowhere.

The darndest thing.

Reckon we'll have
to shove him back down.

This hot sun, he'll curl up
and just shrivel away.

That would be the kindest thing
we could do for him.

I scout for a wagon train.
I'm comin' through this way.

Well now,
that's real interestin'.

Comin' through this way,
you hear?

You know where you are, boy?

It's my job to know where I am.

Is it your job to trespass
on private property, too?

Private property?

This land?

For how far?

You see good, boy?

I see fine.

Well, you take
a real good look around,

and even if you stand up on your
tippy toes and look some more,

you'll still be lookin' at
less than half of it.

I don't see any markers
or stakes or fences or anything.

Oh. Did you hear the dirty word
that boy just said?

Fences.

You better go find your mama
and tell her

to wash your mouth out
with yellow soap.

What happens if you wander
across the property accidentally?

You'll get shot.

Now get movin', mister.

I wouldn't.

Now drop 'em. Easy.

That was
a right pretty move, boy.

Where'd you learn that move?

My mama.

Now, who owns the property?

Oh, she ain't gonna like this.

She ain't gonna like this
at all.

She?
A woman controls all this land?

Bringin' us back in naked,
without our talkin' irons...

She ain't gonna
take kindly to that.

Not that it'd
do you any good, mister...

Our humiliating pickle.

She won't thank you.

I don't know. I get along
rather well with the gentle sex.

Gentle? Is he talkin'
about Madame Kingdom?

Madame who?

Our boss.

No, you never mind him.

Gentle is just the word for her.

She's as gentle as a...

as a tornado
tearin' up the plains...

as a stampedin' herd
in a lightnin' storm.

Yes, siree.

How'd you ever come up with
a word that fits her so good?

I'll bet you he has her
eatin' right out of his hand.

Yeah, elbow and all.

He'll just ask permission

to bring his wagon train
across her land,

and she'll roll out
the red carpets.

Hey, Frenchy,
has she got any that color?

She can dye 'em red, can't she?

He bleeds, don't he?

Let's get goin'.

Is she in?

Is she expecting you?

Well, this whole situation
sorta come up unexpected.

He's got a cravin' to meet her.

She's inside,
dispensing justice.

Uh-oh.

WOMAN: I will not have a peon
telling me how to run my ranch!

If it were any other
foreman but you, Alec,

he'd have these
vaqueros flogged!

I will not whip my men,
Mrs. Kingdom.

Well, I have
no such compunction.

How many of my cattle
did they lose?

Fifty head.

Fifty?!

Because these stupid bunglers
don't know their jobs!

You there! What's your name?

Manuel Sandoval.

Señora, I have worked for you
for 20 years.

During this time,
I have learned my job.

I want information from you,
not impertinence!

How did my cattle
get into the larkspur?

It was a black night.

There was no moon, señora.

We could not see the loco weed.

There were many cattle
and only four of us.

We had been in the saddles
for 30 hours.

Well, where'd you expect
to spend them, in bed?

What do you think I pay you for?

We could not hold them
no longer.

If there had been fences...

I will not have a peon
telling me how to run my ranch!

Alec, they will get no pay
for the next six months

and no credit at the store.

Even though you don't approve
of it, my sensitive Alec,

I will have them whipped
as a disciplinary measure.

Maria.

Get me Frenchy, Buzzer,
and Ed Stilson.

MARIA: They are waiting
for you now, señora.

Oh, come in, boys.

Take these men
to the east corral.

I want them
very soundly flogged.

Who's this man?

What's he doing in my house
with a gun?

Well, he's a wagon train scout,

ma'am, and he's
got some notion...

Where are your guns?

They're not far from here,
ma'am.

You disarmed them?

Yes, ma'am.

And may I ask why?

Well, they started making jokes,

and all of a sudden,
I lost my sense of humor.

So you deprived them
of their weapons, hmm?

That was very adroit of you,
mister...

McCullough.

Because they're very competent
with weapons.

That's why I employ them.

What technique did you use?

Well, the funny boy here,

he said that it was
a right pretty move.

Well, it must have been.

Maria,
take Mr. McCullough's gun.

No, ma'am.

I don't allow
strange weapons in my house.

Are you threatening a defenseless
old woman, Mr. McCullough?

Mrs. Kingdom, I'd hardly
call you defenseless.

Well then, what do you want...
at gunpoint?

Permission for your train
to go through?

No.

It's our only route, ma'am.

No.

We'll respect your property.

We'll carry our trash with us.

We'll disturb nothing.

You'll disturb me.

The answer is still no.

You keep saying no,
but you don't give me a reason.

Do I need to give you reasons?

Yes, ma'am. Why?

Because
a reasonable woman would.

Well, it's a little late
in life for me to be reasonable,

which I consider
a form of weakness,

but maybe you can convince me
that I should be.

Yes, ma'am,
I think perhaps I can.

There are a lot of people
on the train,

and for most of them, it
would be a matter of survival.

They can't afford
to be delayed another month.

It might cost them everything,

and their whole future
lies in getting to California,

and they're in a hurry...

The old because they're old,

and the young because
they wanna start a new life.

They're the pioneers of today,

the way your folks were
perhaps on this land,

and they shouldn't be denied
the opportunity...

Because of the capricious whims
of a woman.

A capricious whim, huh?

Well, Mr. McCullough,
let's examine my whim.

If I let your train go through,

soon there'll be
a parade of them.

My place will become
a public highway,

and the squatters would come.

I've had to deal with them
in the past.

No, no, no, I won't have it.

So, you see,
you failed to convince me.

And you must admit
I've been very reasonable.

I'll admit
you're being stubborn.

You may go now, Mr. McCullough.

Not yet, ma'am.
I haven't had my say.

You have finished.

I don't know how many guns
you have around here,

but we have more than 300
on the train.

Now, we're not used to
shooting our way through places,

but if we have to fight,
we can fight.

Are you threatening me?

You call it anything you like.

Snare, this gentlemen's
impudence is beginning to tire me.

How many acres do you have,
Mrs. Kingdom?

You're quite helpless,
and yet you demand statistics.

Very well then...

300,000, more or less.

I wonder if you have
the deeds to all of them.

I have what's
far more important to me...

I have the land!

Now get him out of here.

How do you think
he'd like to go, ma'am...

Walkin' or carried?

Well, he's our guest.

You must show him
all the amenities.

Ask him his preference.

Carried you'd be
more comfortable, mister.

You wouldn't feel a thing

because we carry them
real dainty-like.

I'll walk, thanks very much.

May I get my rifle?

You shouldn't let children
play with dangerous weapons.

Vamos, amigos.

There'll be no whipping tonight.

Why don't you stay for supper,
Mr. McCullough.

We set a fair table,
and while we eat,

you can try again to persuade me

to let your wagon train
go through.

Everything these people have,
they're carrying with them on the train...

All their worldly possessions...
Afraid not too many of those.

That's why they shouldn't be
delayed or held up.

What excuse did she give
for not coming down tonight?

She did not say, Donna Felizia.

She tell me to bring
a tray to her room.

My granddaughter.

You accuse me
of having capricious whims.

Well, if I have, she's inherited
them with a vengeance.

Have you seen her, Alec?

Just before supper.

And in spite of the special
influence you have with her,

you couldn't persuade her?

You know why
she won't eat with us.

Mr. Snare is not here tonight,

and I won't have rebellion
in my own household!

I particularly wanted
Mr. McCullough to meet her.

And I wanted to meet him,
Grandmother.

How could I ever
resist the only man

who ever defanged
your pet rattlesnake?

I'm Angela Kingdom.

I'm Flint McCullough.

I know. You're already famous
on the ranch, Mr. McCullough,

for giving Mr. Snare...

Shall we call it throat trouble?

The poor monster
couldn't dine with us

because he couldn't
swallow anything but insults.

Thank you, Mr. McCullough.

But the next time you see him,
why don't you shoot him.

Not that it would
change things permanently.

There'll always be one
like him around.

He's very necessary to me,
Mr. McCullough,

because poor Alec is too gentle
to deal with my problems.

We had a little trouble
with rustlers last month,

and after all the excitement
had died down,

poor Alec discovered
that he'd killed one of them.

Is it true
you cried that night, Alec?

I don't remember crying,

but I wasn't happy
at having to kill a man.

Doesn't seem
to bother Mr. Snare,

nor, I suspect,
would it our guest.

Have you ever killed,
Mr. McCullough?

Yes, ma'am.

Did it bother you?

It didn't set to well with me.

You're being modest.

I don't believe
you ever lost any sleep

over a little matter
of a killing.

Maria, bring liqueurs
and coffee to the living room.

Angela,
take Mr. McCullough's arm.

Do you mind, Mr. McCullough,

if I assert myself
and disobey my grandmother?

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You like music, Mr. McCullough?

Very much.

It's a great comfort
to a woman who's alone as I am.

You may have gathered that my
granddaughter isn't very fond of me.

That's not true.

I just don't approve of you

when you order the world around
like the Almighty himself.

Are you married, Mr. McCullough?

No, ma'am, there's not much
room for marriage in a scout's life.

Well, you're not gonna remain
a scout all your life, I hope.

No, one of these days I'll
settle down, get myself a spread.

Do you like ranching?

Yes, ma'am, it's a good life.

Where you gonna
settle? Well, I don't know.

There's lots of country,
but I think I prefer California.

Well, what's wrong
with this territory?

Well, there's nothing
wrong with it.

Most of it's already taken.

You can't even pass through it,
let alone homestead on it.

It may prove easier
than you think.

What time is it?

Half past eight.

I told them no whippings!

I heard you countermand
my order, Alec.

That was very foolish of you.

This isn't the Middle Ages,
this is the 19th Century.

Men don't get whipped anymore
for making mistakes!

More's the pity.

My father was a sea-faring man
before he came here.

He maintained discipline

by bringing his
cat-o'-nine-tails ashore with him,

and using it.

Don't fret, Alec.

They'll be much better
vaqueros in the morning.

Don't you agree, Mr. McCullough?

I don't know.

When I was a boy, I had
my pants dusted regularly,

but I always had the opportunity
of dropping them myself.

Well, I'm sure the dusting

has made you
the man you are now.

Thank you.

This isn't a ranch,
it's a prison!

And I was hired as a foreman,
not a warden.

I'm checking out, Mrs. Kingdom.

I can't very well check out
as your granddaughter,

but I'm going
to leave with Alec.

Mutiny?

At sea, my father
used to punish mutiny by death.

There's much to be done
before you leave, Alec...

The cattle tally
on the north range,

the food bins
you ordered for me...

You'll have to supervise
their assembly...

And the new windmill
at the wells

that you built for me...
Not pumping properly.

Since you know the mechanism,

you'd better
attend to it yourself.

All right.

In the morning, please.

Early.

I'll take care of it.

Good night.

Good night, Grandmother.

Good night, Mr. McCullough.

Oh, no, it's not good night.

It's good-bye.
I'll be leaving tonight.

And good luck.

I just lost my granddaughter
and my foreman.

Aren't you sorry for me,
Mr. McCullough?

No, Mrs. Kingdom,
not in the least.

You gave up
much too easy for you.

What have you
got up your sleeve?

I knew you'd see it.
I never pick 'em wrong.

What have I got up
my sleeve? Mm-hmm.

Nothing but aces,
Mr. McCullough.

Well, I figure
about five of them.

Oh, at the very least!

Pour me a brandy.

Strong.

Have what you want for yourself.

It'll have to be a quick one.

Tell me, Mrs. Kingdom,

how is it that we
never get around

to talking about
the wagon train?

Now, why do I always
forget about that?

Bring the tray out to the porch.

We'll have our
little palaver out there.

All right.

You know, it could be
good business for you,

and for us, to let us through.

Look at it, Mr. McCullough.
Isn't it beautiful in the moonlight?

Yeah, it's very pretty.

You know, these people
will provide a market

for your horses and cattle
one of these days.

You know, it's larger
than some European countries.

It's almost as large
as the state of Rhode Island.

When I die...
And I haven't much longer.

I'm over 80.

No one to leave it to.

What about your granddaughter?

And Alec?

Well, why not?
They seem to be in love.

Ugh. He can't even manage it
under my direction.

He'd ruin it left to himself.

He's sentimental,
weak, wishy-washy.

He stood up to you.

Seems to me, that takes guts.

All my life, I've had to
put up with half-hearted men...

Molly-coddles!

My own husband...

Jonathon Kingdom...

Married him when I was 20.

My father left me
50,000 acres of land.

Jonathon was content with it,
but I wasn't.

I saw the possibilities of a
great horse and cattle empire!

And I wanted it.

Jonathon took up fishing.

So while he fished,

I started to build
what you see now.

I fought for it,

fought for every inch,
acre, rod, and mile.

Indians...

squatters...

even government agents.

This isn't just a ranch...

this is me!

So I can't leave it to an Alec,

as I couldn't have left it
to Jonathon...

or to Homer.

Who was Homer?

Hmm?

Angela's father.

Distant cousin.

We had a daughter then.

Marcia.

Homer married her.

So I made him my foreman,

but he sided with
the Indians against me,

said I mistreated them.

Well, they repaid his friendship
with typical Apache gratitude.

They came here one night
to finish us off,

came out of the darkness
over that little hill...

I watched their approach
from this very porch.

Homer was completely helpless.

I took over.

I had to.

Oh, we suffered losses...

Great losses!

Aah!

We drove them off...
for a price.

So what happened to Homer?

Oh, he was quite upset...

to the point where
they went back to Ohio.

Not long after Angela was born,

Homer and my daughter
died of the fever.

I brought Angela
back here to raise.

Jonathon, Homer...

now Alec Stoddard.

How'd you like to own
this ranch, Mr. McCullough?

You're offering all this to me?

When I die.

My granddaughter goes with it.

Well, why pick on me?

I sized you up
the moment I saw you.

In your hands, this ranch
would flourish as it did in mine.

And your heirs...

My heirs?

Yours and Angela's.

They'll carry on the tradition.

Good stock breeds good stock.

Good stock, huh?

Well, what's wrong with being
compared to a thoroughbred?

Only one thing, lady...
I'm not a horse.

This afternoon,
you ordered death,

and now you're ordering life.

How does it feel
to have all that power?

It feels fine.

And my authority
will pass on to you.

You'll like it.

The wagon train will either go
through here or detour around...

That's the
wagon master's problem.

Thanks very much for the dinner,
Mrs. Kingdom, and the interesting offer,

but it's no deal.

Good night.

I'm not offering you a choice
of action, Mr. McCullough.

What?

What's the matter, boy?

You gettin' yourself lost again?

The lady don't
want you to leave, boy.

She's got a cravin'
for your company.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'm surprised at you.

You're the unpolite type
that eats and runs.

Now you better go back up there
and apologize to that lady.

What is it you want?

Maria.

The pleasure of your company,
Mr. McCullough.

Show Mr. McCullough to his room,

and you boys see that
he gets there safely.

It's got a southern exposure.
You'll be real comfy there, boy.

Nighty night, boy.

Make yourself at home
'cause this is it.

Shh!

I'm sorry.

We'll have to speak softly,
Mr. McCullough.

My grandmother's room
is just down the hall.

Yes, I know.
We had a long talk last night.

Oh, I can guess
what it was about.

She told you she's always
been surrounded by weak men...

My grandfather and my father.

And now me.

Alec was decorated
for bravery at Antietam,

and he was in
both battles at Bull Run...

Never mind, honey.

My grandmother's a strange
woman, Mr. McCullough.

Those vaqueros
she had whipped yesterday,

now that they've
learned their lesson,

she'll keep an
extra careful eye on them,

not to see that they
do their work properly,

but to see that they're well fed

and that all their needs
are taken care of.

That doesn't make sense.

On the contrary.

It makes perfect sense.

They're hers,

like her cattle or her horses
or like a bronc'.

Once you've gentled it,
then you can learn to love it.

You think she's gonna gentle me?

Flint, come here.

They're not only for you.

They're for Angela, for anyone
else she wants to keep around here.

Yeah, I saw.

Well, she'll let me go,
now that you've appeared.

Yeah? How is she gonna
get me to knuckle under?

Starve me to death?
Have me whipped?

If she thinks so,
she's out of her mind.

She's probably one of the
sanest women in the world,

Mr. McCullough,
except for this one obsession...

The continuation of her
ranch in her own image. Shh.

She'll win out eventually.

If bribes and flattery
don't work,

she'll use force,

and she'll break your resistance
in time, Mr. McCullough,

unless you get out of here.

And if she can't?

That's when
Mr. Snare takes over.

Only this time, he won't give you
the choice of walking or being carried.

Well, you two make everything
sound just ginger peachy.

Alec! Alec!

Go on, Buzzer.

Good mornin', boy.

Brung you
a nice mess of breakfast...

Grits, hot bread, hen fruit,
and a steak big enough to milk.

What's the matter?
You wasn't hungry?

Whatever made you
lose your appetite?

All right, you've run
your errand. Get out.

My, my,
you still ain't got no manners.

Your mama must've
drug you up awful careless.

Well, couple of months
around here,

and you'll be
bowin' and scrapin'

and sayin' thank you
to a fare-thee-well.

Wanna bet?

No, you don't wanna bet.

Well, you wrap yourself
around that, boy.

She says you gotta
keep up your strength.

We're gonna help you
get out of here.

All right, what's the plan?

She takes a buggy ride
every morning at 7:00.

That's about an hour from now.

Snare drives her, unless he
has some little job to do for her.

Well, as far as we know,
he has nothing to do today.

Now we're changing
the order of things.

You're gonna be Mr. Snare today.

How do you figure?

You're both
about the same build.

With Mrs. Kingdom sitting
in the buggy beside you,

you won't be challenged
by the guards.

You underestimate her.
She'll recognize me like that.

Not right away.

Due to that helping hand
you gave him yesterday,

Snare's wearing
a long silk scarf.

Now, it's a cold morning.

You'll keep the scarf wrapped up
well around your chin...

until you're
driven past the guards.

Well, I'm willing,
but what about the scarf?

And how about clothes
that match his?

Whole closet full
of them he has...

All black like a funeral.

He will wear them
to his own funeral.

Where's Snare supposed to be
while I'm him?

I'd take care of him, only I'm
supposed to be at the wells,

six miles from here, right now.

You took care of him yesterday.
Think you can do it again?

It'll be a pleasure.

MRS. KINGDOM: Forgive me.

Forgive me, dear Lord,

for the wickedness
I have done in the past.

Though hast given me to suffer
almost unendurable affliction.

I have not complained.

Give me now the grace
of Thy compassion.

See me as a sinner,
but a tortured one.

Pity, dear Father,

a lonely, bereft old woman.

Thy child!

This woman prays in one breath
and whips in the other.

A humble tyrant
with a wig as a crown.

The wig, señor,
is her crown of thorns.

She... come.

MRS. KINGDOM: Maria.

Sí, Señora.

Help me to get dressed.

Uno momento, Donna Felizia.

In here.

Toss that gun on the bed!

What are you doin', boy?
Explorin'?

Or did you just
get yourself lost again?

How'd you ever get
to be a scout, anyways?

Inherit the job?

Who let you out of your room?

I slipped through the keyhole.

I didn't have breakfast,
so I slimmed down.

Well, you're gonna
slim down a heap more

before we're through here.

How come you're
wearin' his clothes?

I want his job.

You'll get mine, too, if she
finds out I let you wander around.

If you get me in trouble, boy,
I'm gonna skin you alive

and wear your hide
for a fancy vest.

She's only an old woman.
Why do you work for her?

It pays the best, and she's
the toughest hand on the place.

Now you get goin'.

Back to your stall.

This time,
I'm not only lockin' you in,

but I'm cross-hobblin' you
to the bed!

Ugh!

I'll be back
in about an hour, Maria.

I'll have breakfast then
as usual.

Uh, did Mr. McCullough
enjoy his breakfast?

Frenchy says he didn't
touch last night's tray.

He is feeling better today
than he did yesterday.

Have a pleasant drive,
Donna Felizia.

Thank you. I shall.

Hey, you drivin' her
to the storehouse? No.

Darn, I'm near out
of chawin' plug!

Good morning. Mm.

Lovely day, isn't it?

A little windy, but quite a
relief after last week's rains.

Tell me, whose idea was this
masquerade, Mr. McCullough?

My granddaughter's
or my foreman's?

Come to think of it, I don't think
I feel like a drive this morning.

Buzzer!

One peep out of you...
Just one word to him...

You wouldn't dare.

You said I'd never lose sleep
over a little matter of killing.

But a woman?

With you, I just have
to find out afterwards.

Yes, ma'am?

Did the boys check the lumber
for the new bunkhouse?

We was goin' to,
only seems Frenchy got lost.

Well, find him at once!

Tell him I want
the information immediate...

After breakfast.

Yes, ma'am. We'll have it
by the time you get back.

That was a quick switch.

It's a good thing
you think fast.

You said you had me sized up.
Now don't underestimate me.

Say good morning to your boys.

Buenos días.

Good morning.

Would you really have shot
me if I'd called out to the guards?

You ever play poker?

Frequently and well.

You know what they say.

You put up or you shut up.

Ah, come over to my side,
Mr. McCullough.

Not a chance.

Well, this has been a very
interesting ride, Mr. McCullough,

but now I'm getting
a little tired.

And where are we going?

I'm goin' back
to the wagon train,

dump this whole problem
right in the Major's lap.

I have no wish
to see your wagon train.

You're not invited. You can
get out any place you like.

Well, how will I get home?

You're not very far.
They'll find you.

Aren't you being rather cruel
to an old lady, Mr. McCullough?

You're a fine one
to be talkin' about cruelty.

When one has an important
mission to accomplish,

it is sometimes necessary
to use hard means to achieve it.

All right, you're a sweetheart.

Whoa there.

This spot all right for you?

This is miles away from home.
Of course it isn't all right.

Frenchy was to drive me.

Did you bribe him
to let you take his place?

No, he tried something that proved
to be just a little too much for him.

So he had to lie down
for a while and rest.

Frenchy?

I thought one of Snare's jobs
was driving for you.

Oh, he had a little chore
to do for me out at the wells.

I didn't know that he'd
lower himself to do chores.

All right, Mrs. Kingdom,
this is the end of the line.

I'll help you out.

This is outrageous!
I refuse to budge!

Then I'll budge you.

The wells?

Alec went out there
to fix your windmill.

Don't tell me that
he asked for Snare...

You said you had
aces up your sleeve.

Are you dealing the death card?

Did you send Snare out there
to kill Alec Stoddard?

I should have called
your bluff, Mr. McCullough.

You do get upset over
a little matter of killing.

Hey there!

Don't shoot!

Ugh!

If I hadn't got
that thing started again,

you'd be a dead duck.

Not much damage.

Mind shaking left-handed?

Thanks for saving my life.

Death on my head!

Blood on my hands!

Mr. McCullough! Help me!

I'm... I'm in great need of help!

Take care of her Alec.

Hey there!

Hey, that's pretty as a picture.

How did you ever get permission
from the old battle-axe?

We might not have it.

When she came to,
I asked her again,

but I was in a hurry
to get back to you.

It seems to me
that she nodded yes,

but we might not
have permission.

Well, this is a fine time
to tell me!

We might just be headin'
right into an ambush!

I told her if we didn't get it,
we'd take it.

Well, we might be in for
a little hurrahin' then.

Could be.

Hey, Major, what's that?

HAWKS: Looks like squatters.

On her land?

From what you told me,
that old heifer

sends her bully boys out
to take care of nesters,

gives 'em a bounty
for every one they bring in...

Dead.

Well, let's go see.

Hey, boy! Still lost?

It's gonna be easy to find your
way around here pretty soon.

What are you up to?

Well, she's got us buildin'...

No, no, I just can't
say that dirty word.

F-A-N-C-E-S.

That ain't "A," it's "E."

Well, ain't it, Major?

Oh, shut up.

Oh, yeah.

You see them nesters over there?

Well, we can't shoot 'em.

"Just leave 'em be," she says.

Oh, and that ain't
the worst of it.

Now she says we gotta take
a bath every week.

She thinks we stink!

Seems to me like there's
been a lot of changes

in this here ranch
in one short week.

Yeah.

I'll catch up with you, Major.

I gotta make me a social call.

All right.

Oh, Mr. McCullough,
how good of you to come.

Won't you join me.

I'm afraid it's tea these days.

Tea would just about
hit the spot.

Well, how have you been?

Fine, fine.

The doctor says I'll
soon be my old self again.

Thank you, Maria.

An older old self, of course.

If you'd come an hour earlier,

you could have said good-bye
to Angela and Alec.

They've gone?

On their honeymoon...

to a little lake in the
mountains north of here.

Alec took along
all of Jonathon's old tackle.

He wants to get in some fishing.

Oh, they're very much alike...

Kind and gentle,

with their own quiet strength.

He'll make her a good husband,

as Jonathon was to me.

You are thinking I have changed,
Mr. McCullough.

Yes, ma'am.

I couldn't sleep those
first few nights after I got ill.

I lay awake, thinking.

Something seemed to be
lying on my chest,

weighing me down,
threatening to suffocate me.

Can you guess what it was?

No.

300,000 acres of land.

And around me,
all around, crowding my bed...

Accusing ghosts,
people I'd taken from.

So I had to get it off my chest.

That's why I allow squatters
to settle here.

Yes, I saw them.

And your wagon train
to go through.

Soon others will follow.

I think now I'll be a little
less lonely and frightened.

I can't imagine
you being frightened.

Who else but a terrified woman

would have put up such a show
of strength as I did?

Only panic could have
made me that ruthless.

I was afraid to be weak,

to have my secret discovered.

To hear people mock me.

I can't picture
people mocking you.

Can't you?

Is there anything
in the whole world

more laughable...
No, more ludicrous

than a woman who hasn't any...

I didn't tell you
the whole story of what happened

the night the Apaches raided us.

I told you that
we'd suffered great losses.

I said we'd won, but at a price.

I didn't tell you that

I was the one
who paid the price!

They scalped you.

And left me for dead,

but I didn't die.

I struck back at the world.

An imperious, demanding,
embittered woman

in a gaudy, flamboyant wig,

hiding her shame
and fear from others,

shouting commands,

lest she hear jeering whispers.

Ugh, you don't want that.
Put it down.

How about some whiskey?

No, thanks, ma'am. I've gotta
be getting back to the train.

You know, Mr. McCullough,

I made one very bad mistake.

Instead of
wanting you for Angela,

I should have
married you myself.

Well, if you'd made me that
proposition at the beginning...

Oh, but I would have had
to have made it

over a half a century ago.

You weren't even born then,
were you?

No, ma'am.

No.

So it wouldn't have worked.

Now it's too late.

Too late.

Good-bye, Mrs. Kingdom.

Good-bye, dear Mr. McCullough.