02x19 - Down Shadow Street

[bunniefuu]

Whoa!

VICTORIA:
Thank you.

You bein' bet, Mrs. Barkley?

Well, apparently not.
I guess my family
didn't get my letter.

You figured how
you gonna get home?

Oh, yes, I saw a light
in my son's office
as we drove past.

That means he's working late.
So I'll ride home with him.

It's a bit late
for a lady walkin' alone.

If you wait a minute,
I'll go with you.

Oh, no, Sam, don't bother.
I'll be all right.

And I'll send for my luggage
first thing in the morning.

-Good night.
-Good night.

[woman screams]

[screams]

Buddy...

Buddy! Buddy!

Bu--

[panting]

Jarrod!

Jarrod, I saw him!
I saw him do it!

I saw him k*ll her!

-You saw who?
-Buddy! Buddy Tyrone!

Buddy Tyrone?
Are you sure?

Oh, how could I be mistaken?!
I'm his godmother!

I've known him
since he was a baby!

Calm down.
Just calm down.

-Jarrod, what are
we going to do?!
-Calm down!

Now you come on
over at the office
and have a glass of brandy.

Then we'll talk
to the sheriff.

♪♪ [theme]

[knock at door]

We'd like to see the judge.

Very late.

Well, I'm very sorry,
but this won't keep
till morning.

It's all right, Wing Lee.
I'm always available
to the sheriff.

Victoria, my dear. Jarrod,
what an unexpected pleasure.

I'm afraid
it's anything but that, George.

Oh? Perhaps we'd better
go into the parlor.

Wing Lee, some tea
for Mrs. Barkley.

No, thank you...
nothing.

Sit down, Victoria,
gentlemen.

What time did your son
get home tonight, Judge Tyrone?

Get home? I don't believe
he was out of the house. Why?

Are you certain
he didn't leave?

Well, I haven't actually
seen him since dinner,

but he said he was going
to study in his room tonight.

He's in the last year
of law school, you know...

going to give Jarrod here
some competition.

SHERIFF: Would your servant
know for sure?

Wing Lee?

Young master has not left house.

Sheriff, I don't appreciate
being kept at a disadvantage
like this.

What possible difference
does it make whether or not
my son was at home tonight?

A woman was shot to death
in town tonight.

My mother
was the only eye-witness.

You've accused my son?

George, I'd give
anything in the w--

Well, this is ridiculous,
Victoria!

You've come unhinged!

Surely you can see
how difficult this is for her.

For her?!

What about my son?

What choice did I have, George?

I saw him commit a m*rder!

Victoria, I don't understand
any of all this.

You've been like
a second mother to that boy
ever since Louise died.

You advised him,
encouraged him to become
a lawyer.

You have
his complete confidence.

How can you possibly believe
that he could k*ll anyone?!

It's true.

It isn't true!

You've made a mistake!

It was a dark night...

a sudden shock...

someone who looked
like Buddy, maybe.

I can see how that
could happen, can't you?
I'm sure the sheriff can.

I couldn't help hearing.

Who is it I'm supposed
to have...m*rder*d?

No one, buddy.
It's all a mistake.

She called herself
"Frisco Rose,"

had a second-floor room
over on grand street.
You know her?

Only ofher.

Well, I know the woman.

She's been up before the bench
on many an occasion

for dissolute behavior.

Well, no matter what she was,
I have to handle her killin'

the same as if she'd been
a pillar of society.

Isn't that right?

Certainly.

But do you have any actual
evidence against my son?

Nothing but Mrs. Barkley's word.

Well,
I wonder if you have that.

Are you able to identify him
as the man you saw
sh**t Frisco Rose?

In heaven's name, Victoria,
put a stop to this insanity!

Tell the sheriff you were wrong.

Well, Mrs. Barkley?

He's the one.

I don't blame you,
aunt Victoria.

I know it's nothing malicious,
just an honest mistake.

[crying]

Mother, would you wait
in the hall for a moment,
please?

Oh, I'm sorry, buddy.

I'm so sorry.

Now I wanna make
something very clear.

There's no question
about what my mother saw.

Take my advice, buddy.
Don't wait for the truth
to come out.

Tell it now
so your father can help you.

It's your mother
who needs help...

from a doctor,
a specialist.

[sighs]
I'm sorry, buddy...

sorry for the tragedy
that lies ahead.

Well, I hope you
understand my position.

If the witness had been
anyone but Mrs. Barkley,
I'd have my doubts.

Save you apology
until you can make it
to my son.

Whoa.

[sighs]

I still don't see any point
in comin' by here.

I had to.
I had to make sure in my mind
I couldn't have been mistaken.

Now you listen to me.

You say you saw
Buddy commit m*rder.
That's exactly what you saw.

But was it m*rder?

Frisco Rose
couldn't be any more dead.

But a boy like that
doesn't pull a trigger

without reason,
without provocation.

Jarrod, I want you
to look for that explanation.

All right, Mother.

I'll start an investigation
in the morning.

Oh, no, Jarrod,
please, tonight.

Right after I take you home.

I can drive home by myself.
I'll be fine.

Please.

I'll do everything I can.

Yah!

You better not drop that.

Jarrod Barkley.

Well, if Rose
didn't pick the apple
from the top of the tree.

I'm Ruthie.

How do you do?

I'm a friend of Rose's.

I, uh, don't suppose
you ever noticed me.

No, but I will the next time.

I suppose you came to see Rose.

I hope it won't come
as too much of a shock to you,
but she's dead.

Shot right outside
in the alley.

Yes, I know.

Uh, Ruthie, I don't suppose
you'd mind if I took
a little look around.

Help yourself.

I just dropped in
to pick up a few things
she'll need.

She always took a lot of pride
in how she looked, you know.

She'd wanna
knock their eyes out
at that wake.

Have you known her very long?

Three years.

These were her favorites.

Which do you like best?

Oh, the green one.

Tell me something, Ruthie...

where'd she get
all this Chinese stuff?

Somebody give it to her?

She didn't talk much.

Are you sure this pink one
isn't better?

Oh, no, no,
the green one, definitely.

You know, this little trinket
here looks kind of expensive.

You sure you never heard her
brag about who gave it to her?

Oh, she was very secretive
about him.

I guess you're right.
The green has more class.

Listen.
Tell me something, Ruthie...

same fella
give her all this stuff?

Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]
He must've been quite
a character, huh?

What'd he look like?
Can you describe him?

Oh, he never came around here.

Rose used to meet him
different places.

Aw, come on, Ruthie,
she must've talked about him
a little bit.

You know,
who he was, his name...

just that he was from uptown

and his father
was somebody important.

Oh, you'll never guess
what she called that one.

What was that?

The lizard.

She used to laugh at him
behind his back,

said she had him
like a lizard on a string.

[chuckles]

So from what she said,
everything points

to a backstairs romance
on Buddy's part,

but it's pretty obvious
that she was playing him
for a sucker.

And he must've found out.

Maybe, and maybe there's
a lot more to it than that.

I can't believe that he--
He's such a nice boy.

Yeah.

Well, come on.
I think it's time
we all turned in.

[knock at door]

I'll get it.

Yeah?

I've come to see the lawyer.

Oh. Well, come on in.

You remember me?
Ollie Patten?

You helped me
when I got pulled in
for bein' drunk.

Oh, well,
it's pretty late, Ollie.
Can't it wait until morning?

I think this shot
Frisco Rose.

Somebody threw it away
in the alley right after
she got shot.

Did you see who it was?

Well, all I seen
was a shadow runnin' away.

Oh.

Well, you should've left it
for the sheriff, Ollie.

This way it's not much good
as evidence.

Why not? Maybe they
can prove it was Buddy's.

No, he can claim
somebody stole it,

and then it becomes
his word against Ollie 's.

And whose word do you think
the jury's gonna take?

Then Mother's still
the only one who can...

finish it, Heath.

The only one who can put a rope
around Buddy's neck.

Mother, the silver
doesn't need polishing.
Silas did it last week.

I'm doing it again.

But why?

Mother, you didn't
sleep at all last night.
Why don't you--

Because I feel like
polishing silver.

-Well, then I'll help you.
-I don't want any help, Audra!

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

Mrs. Barkley?

I hope I didn't alarm you.

Ned Sprague, reporter
for the "Oakland Bulletin."

I don't like
unannounced visitors,
Mr. Sprague.

Please leave
the same way you came in.

Polishing the silver?

That's what
my mother used to do
when she had a problem.

It is a problem, isn't it?

Having it in your power
to send a friend's only son
to the gallows?

Will you please leave
or must I call my sons?

All I'm trying to do,
Mrs. Barkley, is get something
for my readers.

-Don't they have a right
to the facts?
-Heath!

I've heard judge Tyrone
is one of your oldest
and dearest friends.

-How does he feel now?
-Heath! Jarrod!

Now what did you
want to do that for?
I'm only trying to do my job.

What is it, Mother?

Heath, get him out of here.

Some of you reporters
never learn, do you?

Take your hand off me, cowboy.

[sighs]

What was that all about?

Some reporter
bothering Mother.

There'll be others.
Other reporters,
solicitous friends...

there's no escaping them.

It's impossible to protect you
from that kind of thing.

You'll feel better
if you get out in the sunshine.

What do you say
I hitch up the buggy?

Mother,
I know you're exhausted.
Why don't you take a nap?

No, no, what I'd
really like to do is
to get away from here,

take the train
to Sacramento...

I know.
I could visit Minnie Grant.

She's a good enough friend,
and she won't ask questions.

You have
to testify at the inquest
the day after tomorrow.

But I'll only stay overnight.
I'll be back tomorrow morning.

Why not?

You're right. Why not?

That's a wonderful idea!
And I'll go with you!

Audra, dear, I...
I'd like to be alone
for a while.

Please understand.

I'll help you pack.

You admit
you got it from a drunk

who says he found it
in an alley.

You call that evidence?

I found this
in your son's closet

when we searched your house.

It fits
Mrs. Barkley's description
of what the k*ller wore.

Mrs. Barkley.

So it all boils down
to Victoria 's preposterous
accusation, doesn't it?

Doesn't it?!

You came to see your son.

The boy hasn't said a word
since he was arrested.

It'd be better for him
if he was to--

Well, cooperate.

You mean confess, don't you?

Well, how could he?
He's innocent!

Buddy.

Dad.

Dad, forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive, son.

You're an innocent victim
in all this.

Now don't let it get you down.
Do you understand?

I know how these mistakes
can happen.

It was dark in that alley.
The man resembled you.

Same age, same size--
Victoria thought it was you.

Or she wanted it to be you.

Wanted?

I know, I know.
We've known each other
all these years.

But it happens.

She must've harbored
some deep resentment
for some reason.

Dad, don't!
Don't make it any worse!

I k*lled that woman!

Don't blame anyone but me.

What did you say?

Dad, I k*lled her!

Buddy, tell me.

I met her one afternoon
down by the river.

I didn't know who
or what she was.

Later, it didn't matter to me.

I loved her,
and I thought that she--
She loved me.

When you found out she didn't,
you felt you had to k*ll her?

It wasn't like that.
It was you she was after.

She planned the whole thing
to get back at you.

She hated you for putting her
in the work-house.

What did she want? Money?

She wanted to ruin your career.

She had some letters
I'd written...

presents and things.

She used them like a shotgun
to force her to marry her,

and if I refused, she threatened
to expose our affair.

She said
the headlines would read...

"Jezebel and the Judge's Boy."

Either way,
make you a laughing stock.

I tried to reason with her...

but the more I begged,
the more she laughed!

I never saw here like that!

Ugly, vicious, gloating!

God help me! I shot her!

[crying]

Would you stay with me
while I tell the sheriff?

No.

I don't want you
to tell anyone!

Dad, no!

No, not for my sake,
for yours!

None of this is your fault, son.
It was all that woman's.

So why should you pay
for her vindictiveness?
She brought it all on herself.

Aunt Victoria saw what happened.

It's only her
unsupported word,

and that may not even be enough
for the grand jury to indict.

Believe me, son.
I know what I'm talking about.

I don't understand.

You were always
such a stickler
for the letter of the law.

Yes, but not when
it conflicts with justice!

Good boy.

Now not a word.

And don't lose your courage.

[chuckles]

Tea for Mrs. Barkley.

Oh, thank you.
You shouldn't have bothered.

You blame me, don't you?

It is not for servant
to blame friend of his master.

I understand.

I know how loyal
you are to the judge.

Indeed. His son
is as my son.

[door opens]

Bring me a whiskey.

I was at the depot
waiting for the train.

I heard Buddy
had been arrested.

Well, what else did you expect?

I'm sorry, Victoria.

I know how difficult
this must be for you.

George,
I don't know what to do.

You'll do your duty.

Well, I was hoping
you could help me.

You've always been able to see
your way out of any dilemma

with such clarity
and assurance.

[chuckles]

Clarity and assurance.

Victoria, the whole world's
turned upside down.

I always set such high standards
for the boy.

His mother and I
both agreed on that.

He never once failed
to toe the mark.

Perhaps you made him toe
the mark a little too closely.

Isn't it possible
he never learned how to cope
with situations and people

who don't obey
your strict rules?

Are you holding up
your own sons
as paragons of virtue?

Nick has brawled
in every saloon in the country,

and Jarrod finds clients
among the most unsavory
elements!

Well, I think they could deal
with Frisco Rose without
k*lling her!

Buddy did not k*ll her!

I think it's only fair
to warn you

that your account
of this affair
won't go unchallenged.

Well, I'm sorry.
I guess it was...

I guess I made a mistake
in coming here.

You made your mistake
the other night.

You're going
to find out that my son
is more important to me

than anything on this earth!

Anything!
Including old friendships.

And I'll do anything in my power
to keep you from harming him!

George, I didn't mean to harm
him. All I wanted to...

Victoria?

Victoria?

The tea give the woman sleep.

It is only short sleep.

But perhaps you decide
short sleep become long sleep.

What are you talking about?

Which is of greater value?

Life of only son
or the woman who would
speak against him in court?

This isn't China, Wing.
You don't just get rid
of your enemies.

It is possible!

Her family believes
she's on train to Sacramento.

We have time
to drop her in river.

No, no, no, Wing!

This is your son.
Would you have him die?

You must k*ll her!

If she could be
out of the way for a while...

just disappear.

[dogs barking]

Well, it's Judge Tyrone,
isn't it?

This is indeed
a great honor.

I have someone
who requires care.

She's been given something
to calm her down.

Gently.

Gently.

You mustn't worry
about a thing.

I assure you the dear lady
will have the best of care.

I don't want her
put into a ward.
You understand?

She's to have
absolute privacy.

I understand.

Her doctor
thought it might be prudent

to keep her sleeping
as much as possible...

until she's had time
to become adjusted
to her new surroundings.

Just you leave everything to us.

Now, shall we, uh...

attend to
the dreary formalities?

The unfortunate one's name?

Jane doe.

Indeed?

The lady is an embarrassment

to a prominent
San Francisco family.

They've asked me
to attend to all the details
with the strictest secrecy.

I shall expect
your full cooperation.

This is rather irregular.

Mr. Pruitt, your institution
is famed for its irregularities.

I trust one more
won't make any difference.

Very well.

Shall we discuss rates?

[grunting]

[grunting]

I want it understood,
this is to be kept
in absolute secrecy.

Now don't worry about a thing.
Everything will be
taken care of, judge.

Thank you.

Please...
please, let me out of here.

Let me out of here! Please!

NURSE: quit that banging!

Well...

what have we got here?

Quality, from the looks of you.

I want to know where I am.

Where your family's
had you put.

My...
my family couldn't possibly
know where I am!

It was the judge! Judge Tyrone!

It ain't half-bad here.

You just behave yourself
and everything will be
all right.

What is this place?

The Ophir Sanitarium.

The Ophir San...

-But that's a--
-A home...

for them poor unfortunates
that ain't welcome
in their own home...

them that otherwise
would be locked in the attic.

Do you know who I am?

Your papers say
"Jane Doe."

I'm Victoria Barkley!

Well now, ain't that somethin'?

Now Beanie here,
she's the sister
of the King of England.

Now don't you be afraid
of poor old beanie.

She's as tame
as a little old house cat.

Meow.

Can you purr real pretty?

Okay. Purr.

[laughs]
Ain't she a caution?

Oh, no! No!

You get back!

Shame on you!

[groans]

Oh!

[dogs barking]

[barking]

[groaning]

[groans]

Well, hello, Nick.

Well, we met that early train
Mother was supposed to be on.

She wasn't on it.

Well, maybe she decided
to take the late one.

Well, maybe, but I don't
blame her for missing
that inquest altogether.

I wouldn't worry about that.
She'll be there.

Still maybe
I should send a wire,

find out what time
she's comin' in for sure.

I think that's a good idea.

I'll tell you what,
you can do that on the way
to buying me lunch.

What? Me pick up a check
for a prosperous lawyer?
I wouldn't humiliate you.

I wouldn't dream
of denying you the opportunity.

[laughs]

Out!

Where are we going?

That's for me to know.

[grunts]

[screams]

[screams]

NURSE: come back here!

[whistle blows]

[blows whistle]

[grunts]

I got her!
I got her!
I got her!

No!

[blows whistle]

I'm gonna learn you!

[groans]

Stop that!

I've warned you!

Well, I got to keep
some discipline.

It's the second time
she's tried to run away.

What's she doing up here?

I was taking her to the laundry
to show her her duties.

We like to keep
our people busy here.

How much did the judge pay you?

How much was it worth to him
to keep me from testifying
tomorrow?

$5,000? $10,000?
Or didn't he tell you
I'm Victoria Barkley?

The Victoria Barkley
who saw his son commit a m*rder!

My, we do have an imagination.

Can't you see he's tricked you?!
He kidnapped me and made you
his accomplice!

Guard...

it's the truth!
It's the truth!

Read it in the papers!
I tell you it's the truth!

Why won't you listen to me?!

"An embarrassment
to a prominent
San Francisco family."

Obviously I lied.

What do you propose to do?

Confess to the sheriff
that you were a party
to her imprisonment?

There is an alternative.

Oh?

Five thousand dollars.

This is preposterous!

You don't think I'm going
to submit to blackmail?

[chuckles]

Magnificent, isn't it?

The artist seems to capture
the inner nature of the beast,

the savagery and anguish
we humans strive so hard
to conceal.

It's almost as though
this fellow were watching
his only son mount the gallows.

Well?

Splendid.

I shall require
the money tonight,
in cash.

You'll have it.

I'll expect you
at 9:00 sharp.

May I ask your future plans
for Mrs. Barkley?

Is this to be
a permanent arrangement?

What?

You know,
some of our unfortunates
can't endure confinement.

They wilt like flowers
in the noon sun...

and are buried
in our own plot.

Get out!

Jarrod!

Jarrod!

Nick,
what are you hollerin' about?!

I got this wire.
She never showed up
at Minnie Grant's.

You figure it out.

Maybe she stayed at a hotel.
She said she wanted
to be alone.

No, I checked with
the ticket agent in Stockton.

He never saw her
get on that train yesterday.

She might have taken
a stage, changed her mind.

Or had it changed for her.

You know, if Mother
doesn't show up for
that inquest, Jarrod,

they got no case
against Buddy, huh?

Well?

I think we better pay
the judge a little visit.

[dogs barking]

Psst! Psst!

Psst!

You're a bad girl.
You shouldn't have
tried to run away.

Oh, you shouldn't
be mad at Beanie.

Well, you see, Beanie,
I'm new here.

I don't have a friend
to tell me what's right
or wrong.

Oh, that's too bad.

Would you like to be my friend?

I already have a friend.

Her name is Eleanor,
and she comes to visit me
every night when I'm asleep,

and we go to choir practice!

♪ We shall gather at the river,
we shall gather at the river ♪

-Beanie... Beanie...
-♪ At the wonderful

Beanie...

you see,
that's a night-time friend.

Couldn't you be
my day-time friend?

You are a naughty girl!

[sighs]

What, uh...
what do day-time friends do?

Oh, they, uh...

why, they have tea parties!

Wouldn't you like
to come in here and have
a tea party with me?

With crackers and jam?

Yeah! Yeah!

Oh, but how could you come in?

I don't know how
to open the door.

-With a key!
-I don't have a key.

Only Miss Alice
has a key.

Oh, she would never
let us have her key,

but I...I think
I could get the door open

if I had a nail
or a piece of wire.

Beanie, could you
get me a piece of wire?

Why don't you
invite Miss Alice?

She has a key!

Oh, I don't like Miss Alice.
I don't like her at all!

-Now, Beanie...
-Hmm?

Beanie, if you
want to come in here
and have a tea party with me,

you're going to have to get me
a piece of wire!

Miss Alice
might not like it.

She'll punish me
if I'm a bad girl.

No, no, I can't!

Beanie! Beanie! No! Oh!

Wing Lee, we wanna talk
to the judge.

Sorry, judge out
for the evening.

Jarrod, Nick...

-Oh, I thought
you were still in...
-Jail?

Dad bailed me out
this afternoon.

How's your mother?

-Thought you could tell us that.
-What?

I wanted to go out and see her
this afternoon, but dad said
she's gone up to Sacramento.

Well, now...
wonder how he knew that.

What's wrong?

She's disappeared, Buddy.

We haven't seen her
since yesterday afternoon.

Well, what are you doing here?

Why haven't you got the sheriff
to organize a search?

We are searching.

You seem awfully worried, Buddy,
for someone who can convict you
of a m*rder.

Hold it, Buddy! Hold it!

Hold it now.

How could you even
think I'd hurt her?!

Jarrod, I swear
I'd rather hang a dozen times!

The judge
may not agree with that.

He couldn't of...
no?

Wing Lee...

has Mrs. Barkley been here
since the other night?

Regret the lady has not.

You're absolutely
sure of that?

Will swear the same
on bible book.

Oh?

The bible doesn't mean
anything to you, Wing Lee.

Do like witness
in courtroom.

Chinese witnesses swear an oath
on their sacred ancestors.

Are you willing to do that?

Buddy, I think
we'll need a few squib
and a live chicken.

We've got a white rooster
in the coop out back.

I'll get it.

We're gonna k*ll that chicken,
Wing Lee, just like they do
in court!

And if you're lyin',
the blood of your family
will spill, too!

But not tell lie!
Wing Lee never tell lie!

Buddy, hand me that punk.

If you're trying to protect me,
you mustn't!

If my father has done
anything to Mrs. Barkley,
you've got to tell us!

[speaking Chinese]

Don't you see?!
If he's done anything
to harm her, he's in the wrong!

He's betrayed himself
and everything
he's ever stood for!

Dog! Ungrateful dog!

Sit down!

All right, Wing Lee,
now let's have it--
The truth.

Here it is-- The trinity--
Heaven, earth, and man.

[chicken squawking]

[screaming]

[rattling]

If I had my way,
you'd go hungry again.

But Mr. Pruitt,
he says to slop you
with the rest.

Thank him for me.

My, ain't we haughty?

Well,
you get hungry enough,

you'll eat what's
put in front of you.

I wanna go
to the tea party.

Ha!

[crying]

I do.

Oh! Is it time?!

Are we going to have
the tea party now?!

Yes, yes,
I was just coming to get you.

Now you go on inside,

and I'll go tell the cook.

Oh, we're going
to have so much fun!
We are going to have such fun!

[grunting]

Come on! Come on!
It's time for your bath!

This afternoon you mentioned
something about a burial plot.
I haven't seen one.

I was referring
to the old Ophir mine
down the road.

Its abandoned shafts
are hundreds of feet deep--

Quite convenient.

Have you had a change of heart
since we spoke this afternoon?

No. No.

[dogs barking]

What is that commotion outside?

[barking continues]

It's Victoria!
She's getting away!

Get me something
with her scent on it!

The blanket from her bed!
The dogs will track her down!

[groans]

[horses approaching]

All right, where is she?!

[groans]

Victoria!

Oh!

[groans]

[groans]

Oh! Oh, please, George.

Please, no!

You made one mistake,
don't make another!

Your testimony could hang Buddy.

But he k*lled a girl!
I saw him do it!

I wish I hadn't, but I did!
He's a m*rder*r!

He's my son!

And he's my godson,
and I love him!

I'm sorry, Victoria.

I'm truly sorry.

NICK: Mother?

Mother!

Judge! Put that g*n away!

[g*nsh*t]

Are you all right?

Yes, Jarrod.

Buddy! Talk to your father!
Get him to put that g*n away!

Buddy?!

Buddy? Buddy?!

Buddy!

Buddy?

Nick!

Nick!

Now take it easy.
Just take it easy.

Judge! You just shot your son!

Did you hear me?
Your son's got a b*llet in him!

Don't you think
you've done enough?

Buddy?

Buddy!

Oh, Buddy...

oh, Buddy, no.

I didn't mean to harm you.
I wanted to help you.

I couldn't see you.
I was trying to save you.

Dad...

you were wrong.

We were...
[groans]

Both wrong.

Oh, no, Buddy.

Forgive me, son.

[groans]

No, Buddy.

[crying]
No.

You know something, Audra?

I don't think we should ever
let her out of our sight again.

Hello, lovely lady.

Jarrod, how is the judge?

Well, I just came
from the sheriff's office.

He won't accept a lawyer,
and he doesn't want any mercy.

You know, it's hard
to understand what
happened to him.

He...
he wasn't an evil man.

Oh, no.
No, he wasn't evil.

He stood for justice
all his life.

But when it came
to his son, he...

well, he was more
father than judge.

[sighs]

Mother,
that's all over with now.

You're gonna have
to try and forget it.

No, I don't think
I ever can forget it.

But I'm all right.

Are you?

You know, whenever
you polish silverware...

Ah, but this is an occasion.

I feel as though
I've been away from my family
for such a long, long time.

And tonight, at dinner,

I want the prettiest silver
in the whole world.

♪♪