01x09 - Earthquake!

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Mrs. Barkley.

How good to see you.

How kind of you to decorate our altar
with such beautiful flowers.

It's a pleasure. But please,
don't let me interrupt your work.

Believe me,
it's a welcome interruption.

It's only 20 feet up
from the cellar...

but carrying 50 pounds of plaster
makes it seem like 40.

Of late I've been patching more walls
than souls, I'm afraid.

- How's your family?
- Fine. How are your children?

Wonderful.
I have 22 now.

They're planning
a big Thanksgiving dinner.

It'll be a happy occasion
at the orphanage.

Well, uh...

perhaps this will
make it even happier.

Bless you.

I wish my own parishioners would drop by
as often as you do, and as generously.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to get on with my work.

Mrs. Barkley?

What is it, Mr. Tate?

Well, uh...

yesterday Nick fired me.

You were warned
about your drinking.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with a nip now and then.

Not on thejob.
Not when it interferes with your duties.

I'm sorry, Mr. Tate.

Well, Mrs. Barkley, you, uh-

you could change Nick's mind.

My sons run the ranch.

And your condition appears even
wetter today than it was yesterday.

Big people, you Barkleys.

Earthquake!

Heath, clear the barn
and get the horses out!

- I'll get the men out of the bunkhouse!
- Where's Audra?

I was just trying to button my blouse!

I'll get her.

Into the corral, Jeb!
I'll get the rest!

Heath!

Hyah! Get those men
out of the bunkhouse!

Hyah! Hyah!

Get! Go on!

I don't relish this
any more than you do, Mr. Tate.

Bring the light over here.

This is where the steps were.

- What steps?
- Well, this must be the cellar.

You mean we're-
we're buried alive?

But still alive.

Oh.

A kerosene lamp.

We're in luck.

Mr. Tate!

You're all right?

Sit down.

I'm Victoria Barkley.
This is Mr. Tate.

- You're from the Modoc tribe, aren't you?
- Yes.

Well, you know, we're buried down here
and there's no way out.

Thanks, Mike.

Stay out of the house,
and keep everybody out in the open.

We'll be back as soon
as we find Mother.

- I'll go with you.
- No, no, Heath. Stay here and take charge.

- She was going to visit Father Nichols. Try the church first.
- Right.

Here.

Give it to her.

Mr. Tate, one sip in our present situation
is medicinal.

More would be hazardous.

All right.

All right, what now,
Your Highness?

Well, we can sit tight
and hope we'll be dug out.

But first we would have to
be missed, then located, and-

Then it could be too late.

I prefer we try to-

Wait a minute.

I'm trying to remember something.

Well, you go right ahead
and remember.

We've got what's left
of our lifetime.

My husband was once
owner of a gold mine.

This cellar was part of it.
Therefore there must be tunnels!

Above the ground and below it,
the Barkleys are everywhere.

We'll search the walls.

Go right ahead.

- I don't even know your name.
- Naomi.

Naomi.

We'll each take a wall.

Well, we've got to try.

Naomi, you don't want your baby
to be born down here, do you?

Padre?

Was Mrs. Barkley here?

- Mrs. Barkley?
- She came to see you.

Oh, yes, yes.
She, uh-

She brought flowers
and a contribution.

Did she get out in time?

It all happened so fast.
I didn't see anything.

There were four or five people.

I-I searched,
but I-I didn't find anyone.

Padre, what you're trying to say is,
you think everybody got out all right?

Yes. Ye- I-I'm sure they did.

Uh, Padre.

I heard you say everybody-

everyone got out.

Do you know that for certain?

Well, uh, there were three people
in the pews and Mrs. Barkley.

Oh, yes, a young Modoc woman.
An expectant mother.

You didn't see
what happened to her?

No. No, I-I'm sorry.
I didn't.

Please excuse me.
I must get to the orphanage.

Padre.

- Where does that door lead to?
- It used to be the cellar.

Mr. Tate! Mr. Tate!
I found a door.

Have you got a key?

Maybe we can batter it.

Here, hold this.

It's no use.
It's all blocked up.

Maybe we could use a beam.

There's no room for a beam.
This barrel's in the way.

Oh.

Then we'll push the barrel.

Push the barrel?

That's a waste of energy.
Look at the size of this!

I'll say one thing for you, lady.

You're long on nerve.

Now together.

Again.

Whew.

Here, hold this.

I'll say one thing for you.
You can be helpful when you want to be.

I found you!
I found you!

Fred! We're running out of bandages.
We need more bandages.

I'll get someone on it right away.

Harry!

The church and the east end of town
are the worst hit.

- Are there any more injured?
- No, we brought in everybody we could find.

- If anybody's buried- - We'll dig for
bodies later. Go see if you can find Harry.

Fred!

- Have you seen my mother?
- Everybody's looking for everyone else.

But don't worry, Jarrod. I'm sending
everyone to the flats. She may be there.

- Let's ride out.
- Hold it! Raise your right hand.

- What? - What? - You, too,
Nick. Come on. Get 'em up.

Snyder. We've got no time to waste.
I need deputies. Get your right hand up.

Do you swear to uphold all tasks and duties
as directed to you to the best of your ability?

Fine. You're all deputized.
Now, you've got two immediate jobs.

Patrol the town
and keep looters out.

- Fred.! Bandages.!
- I know, Doctor.

You think you can dig up some sheets
in that store of yours? We need bandages badly.

- Of course.
- Fred, now listen-

You want to find your mother.
Go out to the flats, and get back in a hurry.

- You see any looters, sh**t 'em on the spot!
- Right!

Okay.

Naomi.

- We may have found the way out.
- Leave me here.

- No!
- Leave me here. Let me stay here and die.

No, no, no, no.
We're all getting out. Now, come on.

Come on, come on.
Let's go.

Well, the bunkhouse has buckled,
but no one was hurt.

We'll all sleep out, I guess.

I guess so.

The earth shakes,
but the sun still shines.

- Audra, this waiting-
- How much-

- Heath, I'm going to town to look for Mother.
- I'm going with you.

The ranch won't disappear.

Well, we haven't
helped ourselves much.

It's a dead end!

We may have missed the turn-off.
We'll go back.

I do not wish to go back.

Naomi, we are all getting out.
Now, think of the baby, and of your husband.

I have no husband.

I knew there was a good chance
she wasn't married.

Hey, for a smart girl,
you haven't been around very much.

I've been around enough to meet
too many people like you, Mr. Tate.

Now, we've got to keep moving
until we find a way out.

You're very nice, Mrs. Barkley,
but it's too late for me.

Would you lead, Mr. Tate?

Suppose I don't want to lead.

You don't have to lead.
You don't have to go at all!

Oh, I'll go.
I like takin' orders from a Barkley.

If it wasn't for your son, Nick,
I wouldn't be here in the first place.

So you say please.

Please.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for my husband- Roy Snyder?

Oh, yes.
Right over there, Mrs. Snyder.

- Roy?
- Ann.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

I was worried about you.

Oh, I'm fine, Ann.

What happened to the store?

Well, the sign fell and the windows are
broken out, but otherwise nothing was damaged.

Why don't you go back home and rest?

Oh, I couldn't rest with all this going on.
I can help with the injured.

Ann, please.

Roll bandages?
Carry water?

Something.
Anything?

All right.

Come on. Help me.

- Any sign?
- Not yet.

You two were both supposed to stay back
at the ranch in case she showed up there.

- I can ride back later. Wasn't she at the church?
- No.

The padre says he's pretty sure
everybody got out in time.

- Are we just going to stand here and do nothing?
- Take it easy, Audra.

Let's go see
if Fred's heard anything.

Take it easy.
Doc'll be right with you.

- Does that hurt?
- Any luck?

No.
No, we were hoping maybe-

Well, she's not here.

- What are we gonna do? Wait? Wait for what?
- Take it easy, Audra.

I'm going to the church.

- Audra.
- Let go of me!

- It's dangerous there!
- Let go of me! I don't care!

We've got orders to stay here!

I don't care about any orders! I care about
Mother! Do something! Do something!

Take it easy, Sis.

Sheriff, I caught this man looting.

All right, open it up.

I-I didn't mean to, Sheriff.

I, uh, I found these
in the street, and I, uh-

- Yeah, I found 'em.
- Empty out your pockets.

Yes, sir.

And, uh, I found this.
And I found that.

And, uh-
I meant to bring 'em in.

I found- found that too.

Come on!
Let's have all of it! All of it!

That purse!

- This is Mother's!
- Are you sure?

I gave it to her myself on her birthday.
Don't you remember?

I didn't open it.
I didn't touch it.

- Where'd you get that purse?
- Well, there it was-

Tell me, or so help me
I'll k*ll you right on the spot!

Inside the church.
Inside.

- Inside?
- I-Inside.

Then that means
she never got out of the church.

- Let's go.
- Wait a minute!

- What do you mean?
- I can't let you go inside that church.

- One good shake, you could all get buried alive.
- Look, Sheriff-

- I can't be makin' exceptions.
- That's right. We can't break the rules ourselves.

- We'll handle this.
- We'll take the responsibility for our own lives.

We've got to go there.

Joel, how bad is that church?

Well, it's about the worst.

A good part of the ceiling and the altar
caved in on the cellar.

If anybody's under there, why-

Is there a staircase
that goes down to the cellar?

Yeah.
It's blocked tight and filled up.

- We could use expl*sives.
- No.

A blast, and all the rest of the good walls
would come tumbling down.

- Then we can dig!
- Let's go.

Audra, I can't let you
go with them.

He's right.

You can't help us there,
but you can help here. We'll let you know.

- I'd like to come and help.
- Come on. We can use the muscle.

No...

this air don't smell so good.

Or maybe it's because
there's less of it.

Naomi!

I do not want the baby.

- Listen to me-
- I do not want it! I want to die!

Want it or not, it looks like
we're going to have company.

Yeah, that's all we need
is a squalling brat.

Mr. Tate, it's difficult enough-

Oh, stop feeling sorry
for yourself!

We're still alive, and as long
as we keep moving there's hope.

There is no hope.
Hope has brought me to this.

There is no hope.

We'll get you out,
and you can go back to your people.

They do not want me.

It is a white man's baby.

Nor does he want me.

The baby will be taken care of.

To be raised and educated
in a white man's school?

Like I was taught?

But I've learned something
that isn't in your books.

You teach one way,
but live another.

Does he know about the child?

He does not want to have
anything to do with it.

He said he would meet me at the church
to talk it over.

He never came.

He can be forced to
accept his responsibility.

I do not want him.

I do not want him!

He never told me
he was married!

I do not want him.
I want to die.

Oh.! A married man.!

What's the name of that fellow that runs
the general store and trades with the Modocs?

Ah, yes, yes.
I remember now.

I remember hearin'
about those stories of him...

and his midnight visits
to the reservation.

That the man?

Get up, Naomi.

Mr. Tate!

Hey!

Leave me alone.

Thank you, Mr. Tate.
You do have a spark of decency.

Yeah, you bring out the best in me.

But savin' her isn't
gonna make any difference.

She lost her candle
back there- Come on!

There's not much left of mine.

And when your lamp is gone,
we'll all be goners.

- Hey, Nick!
- Huh?

- Look at this rock!
- What about it?

There's gold tracings in it.
Was there ever a mine here?

Yeah, this church was built over an old shaft
after it was worked out.

Yeah. The family
had an interest in it.

- Do you remember where the openings are?
- No.

It was over 20 years ago.
I don't remember much about it.

There must be deeds, records or something.
They would show the openings.

- Where would they be?
- Well, they'd be down at the recorder's office.

I'll go there.
What was the name of the mine?

The Victoria.

You'll need help.

Come on.

You know, we're just
crawlin' along with her.

We should've left her back there.

She needed a few minutes' rest.

How many more tunnels are there?

I don't know.

Well, that's refreshing!

Her Highness don't know.

You should have thought to
bring some more candles...

and an extra supply
of kerosene for the lamp.

And I should have
packed a picnic lunch.

You're very tiring, Mr. Tate.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not the drag.
She is.

Here.

You too good to drink with me?

Here.

Listen, up there you might be queen of the valley,
but down here you're nothing!

You're no better than I am.
If I can drink out of this bottle, so can you!

Now, here- drink it!

Of course, Mr. Tate.

Of course.

Listen, mister,
I've broken trails, hunted...

and ridden shotgun
with my husband.

I've kicked, clawed and gouged my way
with him. Don't you dare touch me again!

And one thing more- from now on
I don't care whether you live or die.

Just don't interfere!

Okay.
I didn't mean anything.

- It's no use.
- Keep looking.

- Is the land office building still standing?
- I don't know. Why?

- There'd be records there.
- Why don't I go check? We'll save time that way.

And hurry.!

Jarrod! Look out!

- Jarrod!
- I think I'm all right, Nick.

Mark.!
Brace this thing.!

Get it under there.

- You all right?
- Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Let's go back to work.

Why don't you take
a couple minutes' rest.

I, uh-

I dropped a match.

Dropped it?
You lit it!

Well, there's-
there's nothing here.

They're-They're worthless.

And burn the whole building down
to prove it? Why? Why?

You don't really know that your mother
is buried underneath the church.

And you don't know that she isn't.
Or what do you know?

Let me go!

I want an answer!
Come on! Answer me!

Th-There's an Indian girl-
s-she was- she was waiting at the church.

She-

She- She came into town
to blackmail me.

She said I was
the father of her child.

I couldn't have her
waiting in the store. I-

I told her to wait for me
at the church.

You know how it is. W-Who knows
who a kid like that would belong-

You're talking to a kid like that!

And to keep your secret,
you'd let people die?

Wait a minute.

Naomi.

Please.
I can't go on.

The pain.

It's no use.

We ain't never gonna
find our way out of here.

I didn't think I'd end up this way.
Not this saddle-bum.

All my life I've been
lookin'for somethin'...

and all I find is tough luck.

Nothin'ever works.

Somewhere, somehow
I was sure I'd latch onto somethin'.

Just one piece of luck...

and ol' Tate,
he'd be right up there.

Hope springs eternal, Mr. Ta-

Well, not right now it doesn't.

You got any more bright ideas?

Well, um...

why don't you take that tunnel,
and I'll take the other tunnel...

and we'll go in about 50 feet...

and then meet back here
and decide which one to take.

There must be an opening somewhere.

- Fifty feet.
- Yeah.

All right.

We'll be back, Naomi.

Wait a minute.

What is it now, Mr. Tate?

Why should you take this tunnel
and me that one?

It doesn't make any difference which tunnel,
as long as both are searched.

All right, then,
I'll take your tunnel.

- Oh, for heaven's sake! It's not my tunnel!
- Fine!

Then it's mine!

I'll take this tunnel! You take that one!

Ohh.

Go save yourself, Mrs. B-

It's all right.

Rest.

Have you gone
out of your mind, Snyder?

Violating your oath?
Destroying public property?

How could you?
With my mother down there?

I don't know what's gotten into your husband,
Mrs. Snyder, but I'm short-handed now.

I'm puttin' him in your custody
until this emergency is over.

- I'm going to the church.
- All right.

Roy!

I want you to tell me everything.

I told you. I was- I was out of my head.
I- I was wrong. I'm sorry.

There's more, isn't there?

I-I told you, I've just got to face up
to what I've done.

You haven't told why
you'd want to destroy those records...

why you'd k*ll any chance
of saving Mrs. Barkley.

Roy, it doesn't make sense!

Oh, Ann.
Ann, I'm so sorry.

So am I...

but for another reason.

That time you went
to San Francisco...

I forgave you for
that dance-hall girl.

I thought there were other women,
but I couldn't be sure.

- Those trips to Sacramento, your
visits to the Modocs- - Oh, Ann, please.

The padre said there were several people
in the church, including an Indian girl.

- Oh, really, Ann- - If she was there
with Mrs. Barkley, then that's why-

Really, Ann! Not here!
Please, not here!

Here and now!

Blast it!

Mother's been
down there for hours.

- There's got to be a faster way.
- Well, there isn't!

Trying to reach that old wine cellar
was a long shot.

Searching for that mine deed
was a long shot.

- And right now it's a long shot that we'll ever-
- Wait a minute.!

Every mining operation I was in
had more than one opening.

There was always an opening for escape.
It's out there somewhere.

How long were the tunnels?
A hundred yards? A mile?

- I don't know.
- It was 20 years ago.

There's bound to be people around
that were living then.

Joel, you were around
when my father worked that old mine.

I wouldn't remember that.
I wouldn't know where to begin to look.

All right, but there still must be
some old-timers around who would.!

Well, there's old Gus.
Uh, no, he died last year.

Hank Withers-
he moved to Laredo.

- You'll just have to find someone-
- How aboutJeb Wilson?

- He's still out at the ranch. Of course.! Jeb.!
- Jeb was down there.

Heath!
Try to find him!

We have a-
We have a big house, Naomi...

and a fine ranch.

We'll take care of you and the baby.

Please go without me.

Please.
Please go without me.

It's strange.

I went to the church because-

because of the orphan's fund,
and now-

One more tunnel, Naomi.

We'll try one more tunnel,
and then-

I can't.
I can't.

Well, you rest, child.

You rest.

Gosh,
it's so long ago.

Been over 20 years
since the mine was worked.

Think, Jeb! There must be
an opening somewhere.

Doesn't anybody know?

Uh, seems to me...

finished minin',
we closed it up.

All the openings?

I think...

there was one
of the openings...

in Little Canyon.

- We've got to find it!
- I said "was. "

Likely it's all grown over.
Never find it now.

- You'll find it. Get on your horse!
- I don't hardly remember.

The ride'll jog your memory!

Hugh, ride into town, tell my brothers
to bring dynamite, picks and shovels...

and meet us at Little Canyon!

Well?

Don't recall those trees.

Well, is it or isn't it, Jeb?

Let me think.

Sun sets in the west...

and the opening faces out to it
this time of day, I think.

But the hill's all covered over!

Come on.

Hyah.! Hyah.!

Hyah.!
Hyah.! Hyah.!

Whoa!

- Jeb thinks it's here.
- Let's get to work.

All right, fill your hands.
Come on.

Jeb, what about it?

I know it's around here
someplace.

Wait a minute!

There's some timbers!
This is the shaft!

Naomi!

Naomi.!

I hear sounds, Naomi.

Maybe help is coming.

Hold on just a bit-

just a bit long- longer.

I'll get the dynamite!

- Got set?
- Yeah.

Audra, you and Jeb
get out of here.

Okay, let's go!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

All right.

Mother! Ohh!

Oh, Mother!

Padre.

Padre?

- You want this child?
- Please.

I'll try to be a good mother.

It was born in darkness.

That darkness has been lifted.

Ann.

You ready to go home?

Uh-huh.

Mother, you're going to be
pampered for a whole week.

Anything you want, you can have.

Well, all I want right now
is a good, warm bath.

I'll drive.