04x10 - A Stranger Everywhere

[bunniefuu]

Oh, way past sunup,

and you're still
lounging around.

What are you waiting on?

Waiting on you
to climb out of bed.

Out a little
late last night,
weren't you, Nick?

Yeah, a little.

What's this we have here?

The bandits massacred,

or the citizens strike back.

"Another thrilling,
true-life story
by Ted Halyard."

Now, where did you
get this?

Dave Carr.
Interesting book.
You ought to read it.

I already have.

-So have I.
-You, Audra?

When did you start
reading dime novels?

Well, I borrowed it
from Edith,

but it really belongs
to her brother.

-What's it about?
-It's supposed to be
the true story...

of the Devlin g*ng,
and what happened

to them two years ago
in Kansas.

As I recall, they robbed
a bank and were all
gunned down.

Except for the girl.

What girl?

Oh, that's the girl
that Halyard invented

for this "true-life"
story.

Well, see, there
was this skinny,
redheaded kid

that was waiting outside
with the horses,

and he got away because
he outrode the posse.

Halyard says that this
skinny, redheaded kid

actually was Devlin's
woman, dressed in pants,

and he also claims
that she's hiding out

somewhere right here
in California.

Waiting for the chance
to sneak back

and dig up Ike Devlin's
buried treasure.

It is exciting,
isn't it?

Oh, almost as exciting
as those stories
he used to write

about that great western
hero and Calvary scout,

the Comanche kid.

You remember the real
Comanche kid, don't you?

Mm. Very well.

He was the biggest liar
in the territory,

and all his scouting
was done in saloons.

Halyard has a very
vivid imagination.

And we have an awful
lot of work to do,

and I haven't got time
to wait all day for you.

Come on.

Good morning, Dave!
Thanks for the book.

Hey.

It's pretty interesting, huh?

Read it all in one night.

By the way,
where's Jody?

Well, he should be
along about now.

I can't say as I've seen him
since sundown yesterday.

Where'd he go?

Snipe-hunting!

Snipe hunting?!

Oh, come on, Dave!

Even old Jody wouldn't
fall for an old stunt
like that.

I don't know.
Look at that.

DAVE: I got another one
we could play on him.

This thing about Ike Devlin's
woman hiding out around here.

What about it?

I'll bet you we could name
most any girl in town,

and Jody'd believe
that she's the one!

Oh, no, I don't
think so, no.

I got a silver dollar
that says

we could even say
it was Jennie Hall,

and he'd believe
she was the one!

Ha ha ha!
Jennie! Jennie Hall!

You mean the dressmaker?

Well, she's a redhead,
just like in the story!

You got yourself a bet!

-Ohh.
-How'd you do?

I almost caught me
a passel of them
little devils.

-Oh, yeah?
-But they got away.

-Aww.
-Well, I told you
they were shifty.

Oh, they are.

But I'll catch'em
next time there's
a full moon.

I'll bet you will.

Now I think you'd better
hitch up the wagon

and go into town
for some supplies.

Hey, hold on.

Aren't you
gonna warn him about
Miss Jennie Hall first?

Oh, that's right.

Uh, Jody, uh...

I'm gonna let you in
on a big, deep secret,

and I want you to keep
it quiet, hear?

[whispering]
Jennie Hall...

[indistinct whispers]

Good morning, Mr. Edwards.

I want to congratulate you

on winning that
calf-roping contest.

Oh, yeah? Thank you.

You were really outstanding.

I said to myself,
I must tell him...

Excuse me.

Laverne!

♪♪ [theme]

I'll tell you
something, Audra,

there isn't any law
against what you
have in mind,

but I have a feeling
there ought to be.

Nonsense.
I've invited a few nice people

to our house for dinner
and an auction, that's all.

Nice people?
Don't you mean rich people

who are going to be...

just a little bit poorer
before they escape

your dainty little clutches?

You're making it sound
like armed robbery.

They'll have a good time,
and they'll be helping
a lot of orphans.

-What's the matter with that?
-Absolutely nothing.

What next, sl*ve driver?
Go get another case?

Please.

Ahh...

Well, just in time!

-What is all this junk?
-Never mind. Follow me.

Junk? These are antiques
for our auction.

We're having an auction?

During the party.

I didn't even know
we're having a party.

That's because you
never listen to me.

We're raising money
for the orphanage.

You can put me down
for 50 dollars.

-You're good for 150.
-What was that?

I said you're good
for $150 at least.

Audra, you're absolutely
right, I never listen.

Mother!

Oh. Mother,
I am starving.

I want to start out
with a side of beef,

two gallons of coffee,
and then I'm gonna settle
down to some serious eating.

You were not expected
for lunch.

Changed my mind.
Heath still in town?

He's back. As a matter
of fact, he's out
looking for you.

-Oh? What about?
-He brought back
some disturbing news...

and for some strange
reason, he thought

you would be interested
in hearing it too.

-Do you know Miss Jennie Hall?
-No. No, no.

-The new dressmaker.
-Oh, Jennie Hall! Yeah.

He says there's
a ridiculous story
all over town.

Remember Halyard's book,
the one we were
talking about...

-a few mornings ago
at breakfast?
-The Devlin g*ng.

Well, some fool started
a story about Jennie.

They say she's
the missing bandit!

[soberly]
There's a couple of things
I've got to get done.

What about your lunch?

I'm not very hungry.
I'll see you later.

Ohh!

Good day.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Simmons.

Good afternoon, Miss...

Miss Hall.

I'll need some silk thread:

two spools of the white
and two of the blue.

Oh, and that piece
of lavender brocade
I looked at the other day,

and a roll of that
pale blue ribbon.

How much will that be?

I'll, uh...
I'll charge it
to your account.

Mr. Simmons, I don't
have an account with you.

You, uh...
you have one now.

What in the world
is going on?

Has this entire town
lost its mind?

Miss Hall, I think
maybe I can explain,

if we could go somewhere
and talk in private.

In private?

My name is Nick Barkley,
and I guess...

I know who you are,
Mr. Barkley.

I didn't think you'd
know who I am, though.

Oh, I do, I do,
and I'd like very much to...

My shop is at
the end of the street.
We can go there.

Fine, fine.

Yeah, but Mr. Simmons...

I'll charge it, Miss Hall,
I'll charge it.

[laughter]

Um...

What's so funny?

You are, Barkley.

You figurin' on sniffin'
after her from here to Kansas?

Um... hold this.

I'll be back in a minute.

Take your best shot.

I didn't catch the name
of the gentleman
who just left.

That was Mr. Nick Barkley.

Formidable fellow.

And the lady
he's escorting is?

Miss Jennie Hall.

Better and better.

Well, gentlemen,
your next drink

will be purchased
by our country's
most successful author

and utter fearless
newspaper correspondent.

You, sir?

Ted Halyard, Esquire.

The drinks are
on Mr. Halyard!

[indistinct happy chatter]

You're quite sure
you wouldn't like
a cup of tea?

Oh, no, no.
Thank you very much.

Won't you sit down,
Mr. Barkley?

Ah, this gown
is for your sister, Audra.

-Pretty, isn't it?
-Yes, very pretty.

I believe she's having
a dinner party next week.

Some other ladies have
ordered dresses
just for it.

What are you having
so much trouble saying,
Mr. Barkley?

Look, uh...

it's all my fault,
you understand?

No, I can't really
say that I do.

Won't you sit down,
Mr. Barkley?

I mean this whole thing--

this whole thing that's
going on in town.

The people staring at you
and everything.

-Well, it's my fault!
-It is?

Yes.

Did you ever read
the Halyard story

about that missing bandit,

and how, uh, he, uh...

how he says it was a woman?

The Devlin g*ng?

Right, right!

Well, this whole town
seems to think it's you.

I see.

And why should they
think that, Mr. Barkley?

Because Jody's got
a big mouth, that's why!

Jody?

Yeah, Jody!

Yeah, he's, uh...
he's a hand.

He-- He works for me.

Well, he's a little
bit short of brains,
I'll tell you.

I mean...

you can tell him anything,
he'll believe it.

If you were
to tell him that--

Well, no matter what
you tell him, he'd
still believe it.

I thought I'd try to prove
that Jody isn't as stupid
as everybody thinks,

and, uh...

I mean, uh, that there
were some things that even
Jody wouldn't believe...

so I told him that...

I told him that you
were the missing member
of the Devlin g*ng.

But why me, Mr. Barkley?

Because you're
the least likely
woman I could think of.

And because...

I'm just about as short
of brains as Jody is,
that's why.

[laughing softly]

Well, now, I figure'd
you'd come at me with
those scissors there.

Ha ha ha! No!

These... these are
just pinking shears.

They just keep you
from coming unraveled.

Ha ha ha!

[laughing]

Oh, you've managed to
brighten my very dull
life, Mr. Barkley.

I can't remember
the last time I
laughed this much.

Would you call me Nick?
I'd appreciate it.

[laughing]
All right.

Nick, with all this,

will you tell me why
I haven't had a visit
from the sheriff?

Well, I guess it's that
he's got twice the sense
I have.

Oh, but I'll, uh...

I'll go right over
to his office

and straighten
all of this out,
soon as I leave here.

Miss Hall...

Oh. Just Jennie
will be fine.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Jennie.

Are any of these, uh,
fancy dresses around
here yours?

Mine?

Oh, no.

Why not?

Where would I wear them?

To a party.

My sister Audra's
throwing a party
at our house.

Oh, Mr. Barkley.

Nick.

You don't have to do
penance for your sins.

I absolve you.

Turning me down, right?

Yes.

There must be dozens
of suitable ladies
for you to invite.

Oh, now, I can't
think of a one.

-Pick you up seven o'clock
Friday night.
-Oh, but I...

Seven o'clock Friday night,
and you be ready, hear?
Bye-bye.

[soft sigh]

-Mr. Barkley.
-Yes?

Allow me to introduce myself:
Ted Halyard.

-Oh, the writer!
-The same.

I didn't know you
were in Stockton.

Mr. Barkley,
while I was up in Sacramento,

I heard a very interesting rumor

which I felt deserved
my personal attention.

I see.

How well do you
know Miss Hall?

Now, wait a minute,
you're not thinking

of doing a story
about her, are you?

She's the one that rode
with the Devlin g*ng.

-She never rode with the g*ng.
-Still, Mr. Barkley...

if she is the one,

I feel that I owe it
to my public.

Mr. Halyard, she never
rode with the Devlin g*ng.
Let's get that straight.

How could you be so sure?

I'm sure.

I see.

You've appointed yourself
the girl's protector.

That's right.

Praiseworthy.

Let me spell it out
for you, Mr. Halyard:

you stay away from Miss Hall.

She never rode
with the Devlin g*ng.

It was all
a very bad joke.

I see.

Still, it would make
a very interesting
follow-up story--

properly handled, of course.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Oh.

I might incur
your displeasure.

You might.

[chuckles]

Well, in that case,
Mr. Barkley,

having been a witness
to the last time

your displeasure
was incurred,

I shall of course
abandon the entire project.

Permanently.

Oh, I swear it,
Mr. Barkley,

on the grave
of my sainted mother.

-Little 8-ball?
-You're on.

I'll break.

Uh-huh.
I got solids.

Say, listen, I didn't
know you knew Ted Halyard.

-We've met.
-That's all?

Sounded more to me
like you were old pals.

-How do you mean?
-You sure didn't
leave me much of a shot.

What about Halyard?

Oh, nothing, only
I was introduced to
him in town today,

and he insisted that
I bring you a message
about his mother.

His mother?

Yeah. He wanted me
to tell you

that his mother is
the oldest living
female faro dealer

in Boulder City, Colorado.
Now, what, uh...?

-What else did he say?
-Oh, nothing.

Only he suggested
that I read his story
in the morning eagle.

-I got it right over there.
-What does it say?

Nick, old boy,
I think you're
gonna have time

to read it yourself.

Tell me about it, will you?

Well...

he suggests,
without actually
naming names,

that he
knows the identity

of the missing member
of the Devlin g*ng.

Now, as far
as I'm concerned,

it's just another
classic example of
yellow journalism--

at its lowest,
I might add.

Or gossip being
dignified in print,

a respectable young lady
being pilloried by innuendo.

Jarrod, you're not
talking to a jury.
It's me, Nick.

Well, I wish I were
talking to a jury,

'cause I have
a feeling that our
little dressmaker friend

is in a lot of trouble.

Well, if she is...

so is Halyard.

Huh?

Now...

-That it? Huh?
-That's it.

Come on, let's go in.

No. Later.

When it's full dark.

[wagon approaching]

[wagon halts]

-Oh!
-[chuckles]

-Good evening.
-Good evening!

Well... you look great.

Ohh.

Do I really
look all right?

Yes, you
just look great...

Oh. Thank you.

...which is no more
than I expected.

[laughing]
If anyone ever tells you

that you're an expert
liar, don't believe him.

All ready?

[lock turns]

[wagon departs]

[glass shatters]

Fine old wine,

and a lovely young lady.

Oh, if only I were


Why, Senator,
you're the youngest man I know!

And how much will
that nice compliment
cost me?

Not, mind you,
that it won't be worth
every penny of it.

Those words came
straight from my heart,

and you'll find
the blank checks over
there on the table.

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you,
Miss Audra,

but, uh, what for?

I hear that your mines
are producing more silver

than any other mines
in the west.

They're a very efficiently
run operation.

So giving up a day's
profits just one day

wouldn't hurt too much,
would it?

I beg your pardon?

Well, I was thinking of
how much the orphanage

could do with that money.

Well, it's a very
worthy cause, but, uh...

Oh, dear Mr. Patton,
thank you!

I knew we could count
on your generosity.

The blank checks
are over there.

Audra, shouldn't you
be wearing a mask
and carrying a g*n?

Too obvious.

When do you want me
to get this little
auction started?

When I tell you to.

Jennie!

Oh, Jennie,
how nice to see you!

Thank you, Mrs. Barkley.

Come and meet
some of our friends.

Jennie Hall? How come?

Why not?

VICTORIA: Jennie,
may I present Senator Roberts

and Mr. Frank Patton.
Miss Jennie Hall.

-How do you do?
-Our pleasure.

Are you Miss Hall,
the young lady who
recently came...

our dressmaker.

She made the beautiful gown
your wife is wearing tonight.

Oh, Nick.
Excuse me.

-Jennie.
-Thank you.

I have a feeling
we've met before.

Really?

A few years ago.

Were you a banker
in Kansas?

No.

Then it couldn't have been
when I was riding

with the Devlin g*ng.

[nervous laughter]

Miss Hall, I certainly
didn't mean to imply
anything.

Of course you didn't.

Seeing you here
tonight is enough to
make anyone realize

what a ridiculous
story that was.
Halyard is a scoundrel.

And a poorly informed one.

For example, he never
mentions the fact that

the missing bandit
appeared to be left-handed.

SENATOR ROBERTS:
Was he? How do you know that?

I've been doing quite a bit
of reading

on the subject recently.

That's understandable.

I, as you may have noticed,
am not left-handed.

I never noticed that.

Well, perhaps that's
because I'm ambidextrous.

I do things equally well
with either hand.

Ha ha ha!
By George, Miss Hall,
you're a cool one!

I'm really beginning
to believe that you're
the bandit after all.

Or that she's trying
to make us suspect her
of being one.

Well, now, I'm sure
you wouldn't be interested

in just a humdrum dressmaker.

-[bell ringing]
-All right,
ladies and gentlemen...

gather around,

and bear in mind
as you do

that it's always
very pleasant

to acquire great pieces
of art

at a fraction of their
original value.

It's even more gratifying
when you remember

that your dollars are going
to those who really
need them most.

Now...

what am I offered
for this authentic
Ming dynasty vase?

[objects shattering]

[gasps]

Now, gentlemen,
before we auction off
this last item,

I want to thank you
for your patience

and extreme generosity,

which brings us,
gentlemen,

to this handsome set
of dueling pistols.

Aren't they beautiful?

Once the property of
president Andrew Jackson.

-What am I bid?
-MAN: $50.

Fifty dollars.
I have $50.

-Do I hear 75?
-MAN #2: 75.

Seventy-five.
Do I hear 100, gentlemen?

-One hundred dollars.
-MAN #3: One hundred.

One hundred dollars!
A hundred and fifty--

is there a man here
generous enough...

-Miss Hall...
-Is something wrong?

Miss Hall, your place
was ransacked tonight.

My deputy surprised
whoever did it,
and he's dead.

No! No!
How awful!

Jennie, come on,
sit down.

All right. Miss Hall,
I've got to ask you
a few questions,

if you don't mind.

No, of course not.

She knows nothing
about this, Fred.

I'm responsible.
I told you about it
the other day.

Now, take it easy, Nick.

Have you any idea
who could have
done this thing?

I'm sorry.

Looked like the work
of more than one man.

Do you know what
they were after?

No.

I have nothing of
any great value.

Miss Hall, why did you
come to Stockton?

Well...

I'd heard that
the town was growing,

and that it needed
another dressmaker.

I see.

Miss Hall, where were you
in mid-July two years ago?

Wait a minute, Fred.
You don't have to
answer that, Jennie.

I don't mind.
I, uh...

I believe I was
in San Francisco.

Do you think you could
get anybody to back that up?

I doubt it.
Must I?

Oh, Fred, I couldn't
tell you where I was

two years ago in mid-July,

but I certainly wasn't
in Kansas robbing banks,

and neither was Miss Jennie.

I didn't say she was,
but one thought
occurs to me:

I've got a hunch
those men tonight

will be harder to convince
than Nick and me,

and they could come back.

Well, then, Jennie will
stay with us for a while.

Oh, that's kind of you,
but...

I couldn't stay here
indefinitely.

I've got work to do.

You listen to what
she says, young lady.

You'll make my job
a lot easier.

Come along.

But...!

She'll be all right here.

Yeah, she'll get
plenty of protection, but...

but what?

She's never gonna be
entirely safe

until that rumor's k*lled.

The trouble with rumors
is that they grow,
no matter what.

Yeah.

We gotta keep moving,
link.

There's bound to be
a posse after us.

Link, are you listening?

I'm trying not to.

That deputy's dead.
Be different if you
hadn't k*lled him.

You figure we should have
gone along peaceable
to the jail house?

Beats dancing from
the end of a rope.

I say we
ought to move on.

Why?

Why?!

That's right, why?

Only man who could
identify us is dead.

Sheriff don't know
who to look for,

let alone where.

Yeah. What link says
makes sense.

So we're lucky.

Let's not push our luck.

We ought
to get out of here

and just keep going
till we get to Nevada.

And what do we got there?

Jobs, maybe.

[mirthless chuckle]
Jobs.

Breaking our backs
for six bits a day.

We find Devlin's pile,
and we're rich.

Devlin's pile
could be anywhere.
Who knows where it is?

Hey... what do you think?

The dressmaker.

I figure she knows
where it is, all right.

We didn't find nothin'
in her shack.

Mm-hm.

Because she's smart.

Well, it could be that
she don't know nothing
about it.

Could be that she's
just a dressmaker.

You saw the g*n
she had in there.

Yeah. A cannon.

Could blow a hole in you
as big as my fist.

It's mighty strange,
isn't it?

And I know for a fact
that Devlin used to leave

his loot
with his gal friends.

[horse whinnies]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, easy.

It's just the wind.

It's got'em spooked
a little bit.

Whoa. Easy.

You can put that
g*n away.

Well, what do you
think we ought
to do, link?

We stop running.

Law's gonna be on the lookout
for someone on the run.

Why don't we go back
to Stockton and check
into the hotel.

You know,

that's the first thing
that you've said

that was halfway smart.

[snickering]

I was joshing!

Well, I'm not.

The woman's in Stockton.
That's where I want to be.

You mean...
the three of us...

just ride back into town,
bold as brass?

Mm-hmm.

Have you got enough nerve?

I ride with you, link.

Deal me in.

[dry fires]

[r*fle c*ck]

[dry fires]

Good mornin'.

You figure on
shootin' somebody?

Not before breakfast.

You look like quite
the expert with that g*n.

Thanks. But don't
tell anyone, will you?
I'm in enough trouble.

All right.

But I might also mention
that you look like

you were born
in those ranch clothes.

-Audra lent them to me.
-They look good on you.

I have to go into
town to take care
of a few things,

but I'll be back
later this afternoon.

Meanwhile, you want
anything, you just holler.

-I want to go home, Nick.
-Aren't we treating you right?

Oh, you've been wonderful,
all of you,

but I've got work to do.

It'll keep.
You stay put.

-But...
-We'll talk about it
later this afternoon...

when I get back.
Meantime, have fun!

Well, now, Mr. Barkley,
this is indeed a pleasure.

I detest eating alone.
Would you care to join me?

I'd sooner eat
with a polecat.

[chuckles]
Well, Mr. Barkley,

I did practice
a mild deception
on you, I admit that.

You lied!

Mr. Barkley,
the freedom of
the press, you know--

I have an obligation
to print the news.

To print the truth!

[indistinct]
If it's an apology
you're after,

I'd be most happy
to print a retraction.

I swear it.

Yeah. You swear on
the grave of your
sainted mother.

Sheriff, this man
has just assaulted me.

I demand protection.

You'd better get
out of here.

I beg your pardon?

Leave town.

I didn't see him
as*ault you,

but I may not be around
when he tries it again, either.

Oh.

I see.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I don't think I'd like
to know what you were
doing to him,

but I figure maybe it was
good for his soul.

Amen, Fred.
Come on, let's have a beer.

No, but I would
like to talk to you.

All right.
One beer, huh?

Nick, I was just
coming out to your place.

I've been doing some
thinking about Dave Carr.

Dave Carr?
What about him?

Well, he was the first
one who brought

Jennie Hall's name
into this thing,
wasn't he?

Well, yeah, yeah.

-Well, how come?
-What?!

How come? Why her?
Why not somebody else?

Well... Well, she seemed
like the least likely person

to be running with
an outlaw g*ng, is all.

Well, maybe I can tell you
something you don't know.

I hear your friend Jennie
is a dead shot.

[chuckling]
Who says so?

Luke Jenkins.
He saw her practicing.

Luke Jenkins?!

Oh, Fred, he's so drunk
most of the time

that he's lucky he can
see the nearest saloon!

All right, that could be,
but, uh...

Luke said he saw a woman
down by the river

firing at a target
last week.

And, uh, Luke says
it was Jennie, huh?

Well, he didn't get
a good look at her.

She took off before he
could see her up close,

but he did see the target.

Said he could cover
the holes in it with
the palm of his hand!

Well, now, that doesn't
prove a thing, Fred.

Could have just been
a woman alone,

practicing self-protection,

and she got very lucky.

Yeah.

Yeah, Dave Carr could have
brought up her name

for no very good reason,
but, uh,

I'd still like
to talk to him.

Well, he's...
he's out with the herd.

All right.
When he gets back.

All right.

Well, the men are back.

-Good. Carr with them?
-No. Looks like
he high-tailed it.

-Without his salary?
-Doesn't make much
sense, does it?

No, it doesn't.
When was the last time
anyone saw him?

This afternoon,
before chow.

He was at the back
of the herd.

At first they figured
he was out chasing strays,

but there weren't
any strays.

Maybe he got tired
of biting the dust
back there.

Where'd they all chow down?

Just the other side
of dry gulch.

Feel like taking
a ride with me?

No, but I will.

Well, thank you.

[indistinct comment]

NICK: Wonder what
them buzzards are about?

There's only one way
to find out.

I know.
Go and take a look.

Come on, git.

Heath.

Knifed.

They roughed him up
a little bit too.

His horse is gone.

Oh, no, it isn't the horse.

I got a feeling it's
the Devlins' gold.

What would Carr
know about it?

He's the one that brought
Jennie's name up, remember?

You trying to say Jennie
really had something to do
with the Devlin g*ng?

I'm not sure anymore.

Heath, you ever heard of
a seamstress that's a dead
shot with a r*fle?

No.

Jennie is.

Well, what does that prove?

You think about it.
We're the ones that
said it was ridiculous

that she could never be
part of the Devlin g*ng,

but I never
heard her say it--
I mean loud and clear.

And what do we know
about her background?

About as much as we know
about Dave Carr's here,

which is absolutely nothing.

You, uh, fetch the sheriff,
will you, Heath?

Where you goin'?

I'm gonna talk to
Miss Jennie Hall
right now.

Jennie!

Jennie!

Must you shout like that?

-Where's Jennie?
-She's gone.

-Gone?! Gone where?
-To town.

Well, why didn't you
stop her?

How could I have
stopped her?

Besides, I didn't even
know she'd left till
Silas told me.

-All right, hold it up!
-Nick, I had to...

I want you down
off that horse.
I want to talk to you.

What's the matter?

The sheriff said you
were pretty much of
a dead shot.

Seems to me
you're a pretty good
horsebacker too.

-Oh, I see.
-Oh, you do, huh?

You've begun to believe
your own joke.

Is it a joke?
Where were you going?

To town,
because I'm just a dressmaker,

no matter what you think,

and I was beginning
to feel like a prisoner.

All right, Miss Dressmaker,
you'd better hear this:

Dave Carr is dead
back there.

Somebody must have figured
he knew something.

[swallows hard]
They couldn't have.

There's nothing
for'em to know.

Nothing?

Nothing.

It's still my fault.

All I had to do
is tell the truth.

What is the truth?

Two year ago,
in mid-July,

I was at Fort Laramie
in Wyoming.

Why didn't you tell that
to me or the sheriff?

I don't know.

I've been so unhappy,
so ignored.

I've felt like
a stranger everywhere.

You changed all that,
by accident.

Suddenly,
people paid me attention,

and it didn't matter why.

I guess I've been
using you ever since.

Who are you, Jennie?

My real name's Hollister.

My father was commandant
at Laramie.

That's where I learned
how to ride and sh**t.

And make dresses?

No.

I learnt that after I ran away.

What'd you run away for?

Well...

there was this sergeant
at the post.

I was foolish enough
to believe that he loved me.

Turned out that
all he really wanted

was the commandant's
daughter.

My father died, and...

my sergeant all but deserted

rather than marry
plain Jennie Hollister.

Well, I just couldn't
face people after that,

so I... I left home
and came to...

[approaching hoofbeats]

-JENNIE: Who are they?
-NICK: I don't know.

Come on.
[clicks tongue]

One of them's riding
Dave Carr's horse.

-What?
-Get behind that rock.

Howdy!

Is this the, uh,
Barkley ranch?

That's right.

Good. My partners and me,
we found this horse.

Thought it might
belong to you.

Stay right where you are.

Oh, well, that's
not very friendly.

I wouldn't try that.

You'll never make it.

There are three of us,
Barkley.

Try it, and they'll
only be two of you.

All we want is the girl.

Send her down
and we'll ride on.

You're wasting your time.

That girl knows nothing.

Then there's no harm
in my talking to her,
is there?

[g*nsh*t]

Now, the next one
is gonna be right
between the eyes.

Back off.

Back off,
nice and slow.

Barkley!

We've got plenty
of water

and plenty of ammunition!

Send the girl down!

[g*nf*re]

If I went down there...

You forget it!

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots continuing]

Here.

Reload this
and hang on to it.

[g*nshots]

You ran away, huh?
Well, I can hardly
believe that.

I can't see you running
away from anyone
or anything.

I ran. I've been
running ever since.

-How's it coming?
-Just a minute.

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots]

That's the first time
I ever shot at a man.

And the last time.
You could have
been k*lled!

Now, come on, get back!

I wouldn't want to be
alive if they get us.

[g*nshots]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Jennie, we...

Jennie!

Jennie!

Well, I guess
this is goodbye.

You'll always be
welcome in our home
and in Stockton.

I should say.

The population of
Stockton should double
in the next few years.

Could make you
a very wealthy woman.

Oh, thanks, but I
belong in Laramie.

If I stayed here,
I'd still be running
away from myself.

I'm through with that.
I'm not Jennie Hall,

and I'm not
an outlaw girl.

The pretending's over.

I'm just...
Jennie Hollister,
good or bad.

Well, that's plenty
good enough.

Will you write to us,
Jennie Hollister?

Of course I will,
Mrs. Barkley.

NICK: Let's go.

Howdy.

I was wondering if
I could hitch a ride
into town with you.

Well, I'll tell you,
Jody,

I've heard tell that
Miss Hall here

has a g*n concealed
in that sling of hers.

Aw, you're just
funnin' me!

Get in the back, Jody.

NICK [to horses]:
Whoosh. Git. Git.

♪♪ [theme]