03x14 - The Lita Foladaire Story

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We were heading

for the town of Coltrane,
where we were going to camp for the night.

It seemed like any other beautiful
summer morning.

There was nothing to give a hint
of violence and death

until Bill stumbled on it

like I should do on magic.

Not too good.

Are we getting close?

We're almost there. Who was this woman?

She was a stranger.

But I was to know her
as well as I had ever known anyone before.

This day was over.

And my

ra ra ra.

Get that cannon over here right away.

We found her unconscious just outside
a little cottage out by the junction.

Looked like an artist place or something.

A lot of ukuleles house.

You're clear over.

Leader followed it

all and

followed her.

Did you say followed?

This is Jess. Followed his wife.

Jess. His wife? Well, I know him.

Served in the army with him.

He was a captain in my outfit.

He's away on a cattle buying. Trip, and I.

Don't know when he's going to get back,

but when he does, he's
going to tear this town apart.

And we'll go back

to Major

Adams Town or outside Colony's House.

Attempted strangulation,

hard blow on a head, then

possible fracture.

You got any idea
who would want to do a thing like this?

She didn't have an enemy in the world,
Major.

Okay.

Hey. Did she say something?

No. It sounded to me
like she was trying to talk

as just a cry pain

set m*rder.

I'm not
going to wait for it just to get back.

I'll find out who did this.

If it's the last thing I ever do.

I always suggest that

too much store about being a volunteer.

One night we had the watch together,
and he said to me,

he said, says,
when you've been born into a family

that has five generations of such high
honor and esteem, it's

really something to live up
to. I'm beginning to see what he meant.

Oh, I think I. Do, too.

Say, didn't he have a brother?

Yeah,
I think he did. A younger brother player.

They call him Jess.

Father died when he was only 18.

He was raising
this boy like he was his own son. Oh,

she was the most beautiful
woman who ever lived.

Major Adams.

I'm Mrs. Simmons.
Mrs. Follett is housekeeper.

Mr. Harkness. How do you do?

We just received news of the accident.

Naturally, it was a terrible shock.

Do you know where Mr. Father is?

He's out somewhere buying cattle.

I don't even know how to reach him, Mr.

Clay and Mr.

Jess went together.

How did the accident happen.

Mrs. Simmons?

It wasn't an accident.

It was m*rder.

m*rder?

m*rder

With Simmons.

You know a man named Carlotta.

A painter?

Well, yes, of course.

He's almost a member of the household.

Well, he painted that portrait.

Do you have any idea
where we could find him?

Well, if he's not home,
he must be out painting.

I'm sorry, Major Adams,

would you say Mrs. followed?

There was more like a friend
to me than an employer.

I just can't seem to realize.

Only a few hours ago,
she stood in the door.

Simeon, she said,
Can I bring you anything from town?

I'll never hear her say that again.

Look at her.

Was a child like that born to be m*rder*d?

She was a beautiful girl.

She looked just like that.

The first time I ever saw her.

We were just moving in.

I was in the same room, opening,
packing boxes.

I heard someone right up the driveway.

I opened the door,

and there she stood.

There was me with the post office
for Mr. Paladin.

And I was coming this way,
so I thought I'd bring it with me.

How kind of you. Won't
you come in and get acquainted?

Oh, thank you. Know,
I know how busy you are.

I'll come back again
after you settle, if I may.

Thank you. By God,

for Zack.

Oh, she didn't tell me her name. Mr.

followed the postmistress,
asked him to drop your mail by.

I wish I'd come out here sooner.

She's just a child.

Look at that girl riding.

How do you do?

My name's Chase.

Followed her.

No, no, no, no.

You better not move
because the doctor gets here.

I've sent for him.

What's your name?

Leader Clayton.

My father is dead. Clayton.

The manager of the hotel.

I know him.

I'll get word to him right away.

That must be the doctor's.

And this is my great grandmother.

She was a wonderful little girl.

I wish I'd known her.

She brought five holidays into the world.

Two admirals, a general, a congressman
and the governor.

Didn't she have any girls? Yes.

They don't count.

Why not?

Girls marry, and when they do,
they no longer follow orders.

Well, all these women you were so proud of
weren't really follow orders.

They became holidays
when they got married.

And each of them, like she's his wife,
was above suspicion and beyond reproach.

Your father
packed everything he thought you'd need.

The doctor told him
he didn't want you moved until tomorrow.

Is my father coming out here?

No. I told him I'd look after you.

I don't know about the invalid,
but I'm hungry.

Well, after all, I'm only one woman.

You're ten women, Mrs. Simmons.

And all ten of you are wonderful.

He always bangs the door
when you get a compliment.

She likes to pretend
that she's immune to flattery.

This is my mother.

She died bringing Clay into the world.

Where is Clay?

Are you still at school?

He'll be here in June.

Your mother was a beautiful woman
for holidays.

Only married, beautiful women.

Why don't you hang your mother's portrait
over the fireplace? No.

That spot is reserved for my Mrs. Holiday.

Oh, I didn't know you were married.

I'm not.

Engaged.

Not yet.

Well, you spoke as though.

As though I'd already found her.

No, I haven't found her yet. But I will.

And when I do, her portrait
will hang over the fireplace.

And she'd be the most beautiful Mrs.

Holiday of them all.

How wonderful to be one of them.

Well, she was one of them, poor child.

But I also think Mrs.

followed Day was going by to see her
father this morning.

Your father?

Nobody told us
your father was still alive.

Do you think he knows?

Oh, yes, he knows.

This is a small town and Mr.

has lived here all his life.

Well, if he'd been told, wouldn't
he come right out here?

Hardly.

You see, Mr.

Clayton has never been in this house.

I'm Seth Adams.

This is Bill Hawkes. How are you?

You're the ones who found my girl.

That's right.

I just want to tell you how sorry we are.

Come in.

Thank you,

Mr. Clayton.

I used to know. Just followed her
pretty well.

He was a captain in my outfit
during the w*r.

I hear he's not in town, so I'm going
to tell you that I find out who did this.

I will not bring her back.

No, don't.

She was your daughter.

You just followed his wife.

Mr. Clayton.

Don't you want to see justice done?

Justice?

Oh, yes.

I'd like to see justice done.

But you won't accomplish that.

Not in this town.

There's a man of K*llers in this town.

We'll find it. You.

How old was she then? 17.

There's no girl in these parts
that could hold a candle to her,

always laughing.

Sometimes we can.

And I think Iris do.

Sometimes

I feel weak.

I even call out

Leader.

That you?

Yes, but I'm home.

Oh, John Cannon,
If your face were to freeze that way,

they could use you
to frighten people on Halloween.

Well, I took you to the dance.

You spent the whole evening
with just swallowed there.

Well, you're jealous, Johnny.

Oh, I've never known you to be jealous.

Good night, leader.

John, don't go away.

Mad. Oh,

but tomorrow's John.

Oh, he's just sulking
because I danced with just balladeer.

Well, you did go with John to the dance.

Well, that doesn't mean he owns me.

Jess asked me to go to the social.

I told him I would.

I wish you wouldn't.

Why don't you like Empire.

Lead Agent so much that I don't like him?

It's just that working at the hotel
I've seen followed there and circumstances

that I just don't think he's
a proper companion for my little girl.

Oh, that's such a stuffy thing to say.

You're so many years older than you.

He doesn't seem older.

You're so much nearer Clay's age.

Clay. Jess is the one that matters.

It's clear, steady eyes.

Do they really see?

What do you want me to see?

Vanity, greed, lust.

A poverty stricken man
in the golden House.

You don't know, Jess.

You don't know him at all.

Or you wouldn't say that.

Will you walk into my parlor
and the spider to the fire?

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

We're not going to quarrel, are we? Poor?

We never quarrel.

And besides, you always said you believe
in letting people lead their own lives.

I know.

Thinking of you with a man
like just followed their.

Gracious as if going to a box social.

Is this serious?

Come on, now,
let's just laugh and forget it.

You can't stay mad at me, you know.

You can't.

That's better.

I do love you.

Sometimes I'm afraid I

didn't raise you right at all,

Mr. Clayton.

Have you got any idea who might have done
this?

He's been dead for such a long time now.

It's hard to say.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe I could have prevented
this whole thing.

She did come here today, didn't she?

A little before noon.

Did she seem worried about anything?

No. She seemed happier than I've seen her
for a long time.

Maybe excited more the word.

You know where she was going from here?

Said she was going to the parsonage.

Who had something from Reverend
Willoughby.

Will it be baptized here tomorrow?

Voice regrets all those expected
in the normal course of things.

She would live up to them.

Rest in peace.

You'll say.

I suppose that's

all any of us can do for a now,

Mr. Clayton.

Would you prefer

that this book be closed
and put on the shelf

with no proper ending endings as it is?

That can't be changed.

Her daughter was m*rder*d.

The person who did it is still free.

Would you be so interested
if she were not just followed as wife?

Of course you would.

So what I later followed there had no one
to defend her when she was helpless.

I want to see her m*rder. Hang.

I didn't know your daughter.

And I'm sure that if our positions
were reversed, had just followed her,

would do exactly what I'm trying to do
for him.

Strange.

Even after death in a fight for

the man she never knew I would fight for.

Some man k*lled her, Mr. Clayton?

Yes. I mean, it was inevitable.

Later followed, there was the most
beautiful bride in the world.

Mr. Willoughby performed the ceremony.

I just can't seem to accept the idea.

She was here only this morning.

A most kind,

generous, gracious lady
that ever walked the face of this earth.

Mr. Holiday worshiped her.

But do what he finds out.

Oh, I wish you could have seen our church.

But they

banquet with flowers

and the wedding reception that followed.

Mr. Father brought an orchestra

all the way from Saint Louis, Missouri.

And just so we did

everything up in great style.

I made her wedding dress.

I was so pleased when Mrs.

Fodor asked me.

She had a final fitting on
that gown in this very room

and night before the wedding.

Is the time too long?

What did you say, Mrs.

Willoughby? Oh,

I said, is the train too long?

Oh, goodness, no.

Mrs. Valadares
mother had a train three yards long.

Oh, great.

Think of all that material
wasting away on the floor.

I've heard so many women say
they were afraid.

You know, when it came right down
to actually making a stamp.

But I'm not afraid.

I'm looking forward to every hour,

every day, every week, every year.

I can't imagine anything more wonderful
than being Mrs.

Jaspal out there.

How is your pa taking it now?

Well, he won't discuss it any more.

Well, of course, you know your power

always favor Johnny Cannon.

I guess it's just as well.

He's a way of medical school right now.

That was a school day romance.

We were bound to outgrow it.

Oh, I want to see my girl.

Oh, yes, she can.

No, no, no, you can't.

Now it's. Better. Don't look like a queen.

She looks like a bride.

And you shouldn't be looking at her.

Now, really, it's bad luck.

We make our own luck.

Mrs. Willoughby's word.

Oh, Mrs. Willoughby is happiest
when she's worried.

You must her dress.

I always said I'd marry
the most beautiful girl in the world.

Oh, dear,

Oh, dear.

That means rain.

It just can't rain tomorrow.

Why? Why can't it rain tomorrow?

Rain is good for crops.

What they say, Mr. Folly, They're happy.

Is the bride that the sunshine is on.

I'll be happy, Mrs. Willoughby.

Rain or shine.

I'll be happy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs.

Willoughby.

And drinking a few toast to the bride
privilege claims Bride's father.

To sit down with her.

No, I'm not staying that long.

But I did want to see you
in your bridal outfit.

Do you look like your mother didn't make.

It wasn't so fine.

She was overweight.

She had a radiance.

Just as you do

here in Farewell Leader.

Little girl

have enjoyed.

Knowing you.

Don't save her.

I'll be at the church tomorrow.

I give no daughter of mine to followed

May have blinded her

to not blinding me.

I love my child.

I'd rather see her in a grave than marry.

Do you

just stop it.

Stop it. Please,

please, please come with me.

Leave this man before it's too late.

No, Her.

By. PA.

Cop Who?

Doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter, my sweet.

These are your last hours as Peter
Clayton.

Tomorrow you're going to be

leader followed.

Volodya

never was a more beautiful bride.

Thank you for your time.

This is what I

have. You talk to Mr.

Kolodny with his father.
Her loved him, so.

No, we haven't yet.

We will.

Now, you might go by the sheriff's office

and see if he's been able to locate
Carlotta. He. Him?

I'll go by Dr.

Cannon's argument.

Dr. Cannon there.

Major Adamson.

Thank you.

Yes, that's.

And it isn't usually on my desk.

I was just looking at it,

conducting my own memorial services,
you might say.

Sit down.

Thank you, Doctor.

I've been told that you two

were childhood sweethearts.

I can't remember a time
when I didn't love her.

Even after she married.

Just following her.

You know, the old saying
and physician heal the cellar.

Unfortunately, I never

found the prescription,

but I really realized.

She had too many other things
to worry about.

Dr. Cannon, do you have any idea of anyone
who might want to see her?

Did I'm a doctor

who deals in facts, Major, not theories.

All right.

Would you mind discussing
some of those facts with me?

It depends. On what.

Your interest in the facts.

It's very simple.

Just follow orders.

A friend of mine,
I want to find out who k*lled his wife.

Vengeance is mine.

Save the Lord.

And maybe,

perhaps.

Perhaps he's entitled
arrangements at that.

What do you want to know?

You was the family doctor.

And you

and the family doctor
for this whole territory.

And she had an appointment with you today.

She kept waiting for him. And

you brought her yourself.

You didn't see her before?

I've seen several pictures of her today.

When was this one taken?

Three years after they were married. And

they didn't just just returned
from Europe.

The local photographer.

Took some family portraits.
I slipped them a few dollars that night.

They went up for me.

It's strictly contraband.

You just follow their word.

Terry.

A part of you knew I had it.

As I recall.

Lita didn't care for the picture,
but to me

it was pure.

I never realized
my face was quite so empty.

It look empty to me.

May be just like it.

John, do you intend to tell me?

Of course

it's true.

It is quite true.

Oh, John.

Oh, I'm so happy.

Jess is one at a stand now.

I can't guarantee the delivery of a boy.

It'll be a boy. Jess. Always get 21.

Oh, Johnny, think of a little boy
running about this house.

A boy with Jess's eyes and his smile

and his frown. Oh.

Oh, I'm so happy.

Darling.

What is it that's wrong. Oh,

that's wrong.

Nothing.

She's just having

some milk.

Nice time.

Later.

Please, honey, let me hold him

just for a moment.

Peter, listen to me.

Simmi, please bring him to me.

You must be brave.

You, my son.

You have no right to keep him from me.

Bring him to me later.

Now you've got to try to accept this.

Oh. No,

no, no.

To wait all this time

and play and

dream and hope

then to fail and

Jess first hit.

I'll get him for you. She.

She's asking for you.

She needs her.

Horse, Jess.

Cry. Of course, Jess.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I had to be the one to tell you.

Poor Jess.

I'm not thinking about Jess.

Dynasty has to have sent,

and I failed him.

This is your fault.

Well, it isn't his,

Johnny. What will I do?

How can I help him?

You have no idea what it means
to just to carry on the followed her name.

I don't know how he can bear this.

He's got you.

He's the most fortunate man.

In the world.

You're kind.

You're always so kind.

And you do love him, don't you?

I die for him.

He's the most fortunate man in the world

who could have hated a woman
like her enough to want to k*ll her.

I don't think she was k*lled
by someone who hated her.

That's

what you're doing, then You're Charlie.

You're supposed to be out
looking after the camp.

I took care of the camp.
Let you know what I'm doing. Hello.

My bottle. Did you.

Ask him? Coffee? Charlie, Where have.

You two been?
I've been looking all over for you.

What's going on around here?

Anyone?

Charlie

wants this coffee.

Charlie?

Oh, this is coffee. I have some tea.

Pretty good tea. Tea,
Then I'll have coffee.

It isn't tea, Charlie.

Nothing. It's just plain lukewarm.

This one is one of these. Pretty good tea,

you know. Well,
I just can't figure it out.

I keep trying to add it up
and it just won't.

Out of.

We only knew why anybody would want
to k*ll this girl who'd been k*lled.

You know, we.

I wonder if we
covered every place that she went today.

We talked to her father this morning.

We saw the reverend's wife.

And you talked to Dr. Cannon.

How does that leave out?

Well, it leaves me out on leave.

That painter Carlotta, for one.

Oh, the sheriff's looking for him.

Why don't somebody tell me
what's going on around here, anyway?

I wonder if we know of every one
she saw today.

She came to see me.

Who are you, sir?

My name is Jason Arnold. I'm an attorney.

The sheriff told me
you were trying to retrace Ms..

Followed her steps today.
I. May I sit down?

Please do.

Unpleasant business, isn't it?

Are you just volunteers?

Attorney
Oh, no. I'm Dan Clayton's attorney.

Mrs. followed
his visit to me was completely unexpected.

I immediately ask her why she didn't
go to her husband's attorney,

but she said under the circumstances,
she didn't want to.

You see, Mrs.

followed there, wanted to change her will

today

does seem strange now, doesn't it?

Well, then she changed it.

Yes. Was a simple will.

I drew it up while she was waiting.

It's only one beneficiary.

Who was that

much You do understand.

This is quite irregular.

But the sheriff told me
under the circumstances.

I'd better tell you, Mrs.

Father, their sole beneficiary is Clay
followed their

clay.

Who's Clay followed here? Johnny?

I'll tell you later.

Tell me now.

You remember. I'm Charlie Wooster.
I'm with you.

You mean she came to you instead of
going to the father's regular attorney?

Yes. Strange, isn't it?

I followed her.

I wonder why she did that.

Well, I. We're not going to find out,
I guess,

until Clay and just get back here
tomorrow.

Clay is in town.

No use with his brother. No. No, he isn't.

He didn't go with Jess again.

Are you sure of that?

I'm positive.

Mrs. Holiday told me
she had an appointment with Clay

this afternoon.

Bill, you and Charlie better go see

if you can round up the sheriff,
bring him out to the powder house.

I think there's a few questions
he'll want to ask.

Clay. Father.

Mr. Carlotta, you know who k*lled Lila?

Followed her.

I feel terribly responsible myself.

If I had been there,
she might still be alive tonight.

Where were you this afternoon, Mr.

Callender?
I went out before noon to sketch.

I was in the hills
until the sun went down.

Did you expect Lila
followed her to come to your place today?

We had no appointment,
if that's what you mean.

But she often stopped by
while she was out riding.

Is it possible that she could have asked
someone else to meet her?

That can be quite possible.

Who else
has ever come to your place with her?

Oh, many people.

Her father and Mrs.

Simmons. The Reverend Willoughby.

Dr. Cannon.

Why would Dr.

Cannon come out here Just to see her.

Mrs. Fuller, dear, was never very strong
after she lost her baby.

He wanted to be sure
that she was not posing too long.

And Reverend Willoughby.

Mrs. Holliday kept most of the reverend's
charities in business.

I see.

Did Clay father ever

come to your place with her? Yes,

but so did Jess.

You paid for that picture, didn't you?

Yes, I paid. Yes.

I painted

many portraits of leader, followed them,

but I never captured her.

I am a portrait painter.

I painted the living, not the dead.

The eyes of leader
followed with the eyes of the dead.

I have never

found the woman so difficult to capture.

I'm no longer a woman at all.

To lose a child, my dear, is very sad.

It's not the end of the world.

It was.

It was the end of the world.

Oh, there you are, my dear.

Take care of yourself.

You too. Have a nice trip.

Clean

look after things while I'm.

Gone Suggests.

When I get back your life will be ready
and we'll get you launched

in your practice.

Goodbye, gallery.

I'd like to see your portrait
finished and hung when I get back.

Yes. Yes.

How long will you be gone?

I'm not sure.

Two or three months, maybe.

Thank you.

Thank.

She was alone.

Now neither Clay
or I could bring solitude.

I painted and destroyed destroyed
and painted some.

It became fall and fall winter.

And still Jess did not return.

I began to

wonder if she would ever live again

to everything.

There is a season
and a time to every purpose under the have

time to be born, the time to die,

the time to k*ll and the time to heal.

Time to weep.

A time to laugh.

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

The time to

to embrace.

A time to refrain from embracing.

A time to keep silent.

A time to speak.

Time to love.

A time to

do everything.

There is a season,
a time to weep and a time to laugh.

Oh, no, my side ache from laughing.

It seems I have left a thousand years
I feel giddy and young and 17 again.

Good.

Oh, I'll change my clothes
and be right down.

Mr. Carmody.

Hello.

What are you doing?

You destroyed the face.

I cannot paint.

I simply cannot paint her. But why?

She keeps changing before my eyes
changing.

You have not seen it to me.

She looks just as she did
the first time I ever saw her.

I looked into her eyes and all the beauty
in the world looked back at me.

Oh, my boy.

Are you about to remind me
that she is my brother's wife?

Why not to remind my brother.

Jess is coming home.

He's finally coming back.

Oh, I see

the leader

come away with me now, before he comes,

you can get a divorce. We'll get married.

No, Clay.

But you know how I feel.

You must know.

Don't say those things. Don't
even think them.

You know, it's quite impossible.

But you don't mean anything to him.

This is the first time
he's written in over a year.

I'm his wife.

Later.

Later.

You belong with me.

We belong together.

Yes, that's true.

But we found it out too late.

You'll take him back.

Resume your life just as before.

I'm his wife. You're his brother.

I mean, what kind of dishonor
would you bring upon your own name?

We'll go someplace far away from here.

We'll forget the name. Paladin.

How can you forget your birthright? Clay

have to accept life as it is.

You can't just alter it
because it disappoint you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You brought this
feeling between us into words.

It was better left unsaid.

Peter, how much do you. Intend to endure?

How much do you think I can endure?

Do you think that I can
bear to see you with him now.

You have to.

Do everything.

There is a season, a time to love

and a time to hate.

As it turned out,

I was never able to paint
what Jess had wanted.

I could only paint what I saw.

A woman in love.

I wonder where Clay followed her is.

Mrs. Human said He's with Jess.

Mr. Gulati

and attorney in town told me today

that Lila had an appointment with Jess
this afternoon.

It's beginning to sound more and
more to me like Clay kept an appointment.

If you think that Clay could k*ll
Leda Hollander, you are mistaken.

I have good reason to believe that Clay
was not with Jess this afternoon.

But if he wasn't, where is he?

Why isn't he here now?

If Clay was in town, there's no question
about where he would be.

Seth Adams.

Hello, Jess.

Lila was born here.

Everyone in town was your friend.

Yes, I know.

I found that out just right.

They have no idea who did it.

Not as far as I know.

I haven't talked to the sheriff recently.

I spent most of the afternoon
trying to find out where your wife had

been.

Jess,

Was your brother
Clay with you all day? Yes.

Why do you ask?

Well,

I have reason to believe that your wife's
last appointment

was with your brother. Clay.

That's a rotten. Lie.

Here, you. Didn't even see. Later today,
he was with me.

We were both 50 miles from here
at the cattle sales.

He never left, you know.

And where is he now?

Jess, I realize it's a terrible situation
to come home and out to face.

But after all,
your wife has been m*rder*d.

All right, I'm facing that.

But I don't want to hear
any lies about my brother.

Surely, Jess, you

want to know what happened
today, don't you?

I don't know.

Not set.

I don't know that I do. Yes.

Your wife went to see an attorney named
Jason Arnold today.

An attorney?

What for?

She wanted to change her will.

She made your brother Clay her sole
beneficiary.

Clay Beneficiary.

She told Arnold that she had
an appointment with Clay this afternoon.

So a half a dozen people will testify
to the fact that Clay was with me.

I was not with you.

I don't know what your point in lying
is, Clay.

That's very strange, Jess,
because I know exactly what your point is.

We'll discuss it later.

Major Adams, may I present my brother
Clay Hardy?

Major, did

that letter say she had an appointment
with me this afternoon?

Yes, she did.

She told an attorney named Jason Arnold
that she was going to meet you.

Someone is obviously lying later.

Didn't lie. Seth.

I'm sorry.

A conversation like this
had to take place in front of you.

I think we're both disturbed
and not accountable at the moment.

Why did you send me to the Junction today,
Jess?

We'll discuss it later.

I think Major. Adams
would like to hear the answer.

I wasn't with you
because you sent me to the junction. Why?

There was nobody to pick up the shipment,
and I couldn't go myself.

You know that.

Why did you tell Mr. Adams I was with you?

Do you want to be accused of m*rder?

It doesn't matter now. Yes.

Of course. It matters

only to you,

my dear Adams,

I'll go with you to the sheriff.

He can charge me with the latest m*rder.

You for you.

Unconscionable for my motives are classic.

The time honored I.

I love my brother's wife

as he never loved her.

I believe she loved me.

How did you know I was meeting her?

Carlisle is just.

You didn't meet her. It colitis.

You know it and I know it.
But how should you know that?

You were at the cattle sales


Don't force my hand, Clay.

How can you be sure?

I even went to the junction.

You know, no choice.

I know it's quite deliberate.

The thought of you and leader
had never occurred to me.

But there was a moment last night
when you passed lead on the stairs.

Suddenly, in one split moment,

I knew Leo.

What's been going on with you and Clay?

What? I've been gone.

I wouldn't dignify that question
with an answer.

I warn you,
I'm not going to let you destroy his life.

No, you'll take care of that yourself.

What are you trying to get back at me?
Through Clay.

Back at you.

I have plans for Clay.

You know that.

He's going to carry on the follow dynasty.

To follow their dynasty.

That's all that matters
to you, isn't it? Yes.

Clay must have sons.

Clay is your brother, not your prisoner.

You can't make him want what you want.

You can't turn him into a copy of you.

The name must be carried on. Why?

Why must be carried on?

Perhaps it's outlived its days of glory.

Maybe it's better.
It was buried in forgotten.

Bitterness of a barren woman.

I'm glad we have no children.

I'm glad no child of
mine is in your power. Wow.

Wow Such fire from
my shy, meek little leader

As my brother brought about this miracle.

Perhaps he has.

Clay was kind me when I needed kindness

worthless. Oh,

Clay.

And I don't matter to you.

No one living does.

All that matters to you

is a row of dead faces
indicating old friends.

These are your judges.

Your yardstick, your end ought to be all.

You've made this house
into their mausoleum.

Nothing lives in it for you but them.

Well, I wish you joy of them.

Perpetuate their names, keep them alive.

It's better than being alive yourself.

You're a dead man
just living in a house of the dead.

But claims are alive and I'm alive.

And we're going to leave you
before you destroy us completely. We?

Yes, I

just.

This had to be told, Clay,
if you had encountered me,

none of this would

ever have happened
if it hadn't been for her.

Just look now,

all right?

Sure.

Someone told us
they saw Clay heading this way.

He's inside. Clay's not your man.

Just follow.

They're k*lled. His own wife, Jeff.

But, Jeff, where's your time?

I know he also k*lled her.

You just told me so.

Right in front of his brother Clay.

Wait a minute.

Phil. Aren't you going back in there?

No, I know only too
well what he's going to find in the.

Oh, it's funny how strange life can be.

Just father.

I thought he was saving his dynasty
by k*lling his wife, leaving.

Instead of that,
he was destroying them all.

Come on, let's go back to town now.

Charlie,
I think we better go back to camp.

I don't think I care
much for Tom's right now.

And so at

last,
the proper ending was set down in the book

and it was closed and put my hand
the words rest in peace,

said in farewell.

I never met Leader Father there, but I
know I'll remember her as long as I know.