02x29 - Days of Grace

[bunniefuu]

Herman. Move.

Herman.

Come on, now.

Please. Back.
Little more.

Come on.
Why, you stubborn...

Please, Herman.

Stay with it, Sarah.

That mule hasn't got a chance.

Heath?

Heath, is that you?

-Really?
-Why not?

Well,
where did you come from?

I mean, how in the world--

Did I know
where to find you?

Yes.

I asked
the right questions.

I heard you were doing
mission work

in this part
of the country,

and I managed to have business
with the Roberts family.

It's good to see you,
Heath.

[laughs]
Wonderful, really.

You're Sister Jacob now.

"Sister Jacob"--

That's a funny name
for a girl.

[laughs]

Oh, I've always thought
it was a fine,
old biblical name.

Of course,
if you don't like Jacob,

you have to take that up
with Isaac.

Of course,
if you don't like Isaac,

you have to take it up
with Abraham,
and if you don't--

It gets very complicated
after that.

[horses galloping]

Hello, Mr. Roberts.
Who are you chasing?

Homer! Homer,
cut it out.
Come on, now.

What was that for?

Don't need to spell it out
to you, Barkley.

You know what that's for?

I ought to use
a g*n on you!

Now, Homer, keep it legal,
the way we agreed.

You're under arrest.

For what?

For assaulting
my daughter!

♪♪ [theme music]

HEATH:
Fogarty.

Fogarty!
Are you listening to me?

Listening to you?
How can I help it?

I'm entitled to face
that girl, and you know it.

I heard you the first
four or five times.

Then why hasn't
she been brought here?

Are you serious?

Carla Roberts?

Brought from
her father's house

to face a wild-eyed
rooster like you?

Uh-uh. You got
a lot to learn, friend.

You'll have a chance
to face Carla at your trial.

And if this is
some kind of a joke,
I'll laugh some other time.

Mr. Barkley,

you are now in Robertsville.

You are not back in Stockton,

with your family to take charge
of things for you,

something you'll
just have to get used to.

Now, is there anything else?

I want to send a telegram.

I'll get you a piece of paper.

Now, I don't mean to say
that Heath was ever saintly--

Such a lie might bring
the roof down on our heads--

But he was wild,
he was unruly,

and like so many
of the others,

he was even willful
at times.

Thank you.

But he was--

He-- He was--

This is very difficult
to say, Sister.

Yes, Sister?

He was never disrespectful

in the way that they're
trying to suggest.

How long has it been
since you last saw him?

Four years.

Four years.

Oh, my.

That's almost forever when
you're young.

Men change, you know,

the world
and the people in it--

Our poor selves included.

We're so rarely what
we once hoped we might be.

Yes, I understand that,

but just the same,

I don't believe that Carla
Roberts is telling the truth,

and I don't mean that's
something I can prove,

but, I mean, I just know it.

I feel it.

That just isn't something
that he would do.

Let's try to be realistic.

How well did you know
this young man?

Well, enough
to have married him

if I hadn't chosen
to become a nun.

I see.

Sister, you'd have
to have known Heath

to understand.

I mean, he was wild,
and he was headstrong,

and sometimes he felt
like he belonged to no one,

and of course
those were the times

when he was most lost,

but he was always gentle

and almost unspeakably brave.

Are you sure
he couldn't have done this?

Oh, yes, Sister,
I'm absolutely sure
he couldn't have done it.

Please, may I have
your permission

to go see him
in the jail tomorrow?

Do you think it's wise?

No, I'm not sure of that
at all,

but under
the present situation

with his family a two
or three-day journey away,

I think someone
should be there with him.

All right,
take Sister Martha with you.

Thank you.

I won't be long, Sister.

Sister,
what can I do for you?

I'd like to see
Mr. Barkley, please.

Oh?

Well, if you're going
to pray for this young fellow,

it might be a good idea
to get an early start.

What do you have
in the basket?

Some lunch.

We do that frequently
for prisoners, you know.

Oh, I wasn't looking
for an argument.

Just 10 minutes now,
please, Sister.

Thank you.

Hello, Sarah.

Hello, Heath.

I might've known you'd come.

[chuckles]
Why wouldn't I?

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Bad luck.

First of all,
I want you to know

that what she said
wasn't true.

I was a guest
at the Roberts' house,

and I talked to her,
but that was all.

I don't know why she would say
something like that except...

Sarah, do you know
Carla Roberts?

Yeah, I've seen her
in town a few times.

Would you say there
was something, well,
strange about her?

I think that we're all
strange sometimes.

Yesterday I rode
out to the stables

to look at some horses
I came to buy,

and don't ask me
how she got there

or what she was doing there,

but there was Carla.

[sighs]
She--

She asked me to look at some
saddles in the tack room,

and I said, "Yeah."
I'd look at the saddles,

and she followed me inside.

Well, we were alone,

and she wasn't
exactly dressed

to go knocking
around a barn.

Sarah, it's not easy
for me to describe

how she acted.

I mean, it's not something

that you want to tell a nun.

If anything,
she came after me,

and I may not have been
as polite as I should've been,

but-- Well,
I got out of there.

The next thing I knew,

her father showed up
at the mission
with the sheriff.

Do you believe me, Sarah?

You don't have to persuade me,
Heath.

I believed you
before you began.

Thank you.

Does your family know
that you've been arrested?

Well, I sent them a telegram,

and I'm sure they know by now.

My brother Jarrod,
he's a lawyer,

and he's one
of the best there is.

He should get this whole thing
cleared right up.

I brought you something.

Here. There's coffee
and sandwiches and pickles,

oh, and some of
Sister Benedict's
angel food cake...

without the halos.

You shouldn't have done that.

Oh, it's nothing special.

It looks good.

-Sure you won't have some?
-No, thank you.

Actually, we made
that same lunch

for a man that they hanged
two weeks ago.

Poor fellow,

wasn't much for praying.

Sure had a good appetite.

No, I'm serious, Heath.

Really, it's awful
when you think about it.

-He ate every speck.
-Really?

Heaven forgive me for making
such a morbid joke.

They hung him?

I'm glad you came, Sarah.

I'll come again
if it's all right.

I'd be mighty disappointed
if you don't.

Good-bye, Heath.

What was so funny?

I don't think I could
begin to explain it,
Sheriff.

I'm not sure
I understood it myself.

Sister Jacob, come in,
please.

Thank you, Mr. Roberts.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to speak
to Carla, please.

Why do you want to talk
to her?

I'm a friend
of Heath Barkley's.

I've known him
for many years.

You? A nun?

I wasn't a nun
when I knew him.

I'll bet you weren't.

Mr. Roberts,

I would like to speak
to Carla

because I believe that--

Well, at least there's been
a misunderstanding.

Sister Jacob,
why don't you go
back to Sister Benedict.

You remind her and yourself

that your mission's
on my property

and that it's there
by my permission alone.

I can't see what harm can come
from my talking to Carla.

She's up in her room,
and she's not feeling well.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Perhaps I could come back
later.

That won't be necessary.

Mr. Roberts, Heath Barkley

is not the kind of man

who could harm
your daughter.

Isn't he?

We'll see what
a jury thinks tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

The trial is tomorrow?

That's right.

But his family can't possibly
be here by then.

At 10:00 tomorrow morning,

Judge Jonah Bailey presiding.

May God forgive you.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing, Homer.

I just hope you're
not pressing this thing
too fast.

You don't think my daughter's
good name is worth it

or that I'm entitled
to some satisfaction

from that stinking
barnyard rooster

who came to my home
as a guest?

All I'm trying to say, Homer,

is that it might be
a good idea

not to get too excited.

Well, for Carla's sake,
even.

Carla is
a very high-strung girl.

Isn't it possible
that young Barkley

didn't intent
all those things

that she might have,
well, imagined?

What are you trying to say?

Not a thing, Homer.

I'm just making a suggestion.

There was that other incident,
I recall, some years back--

That young fellow
from Deadlock--

-That's enough!
-Whatever you say, Homer.

That's better.

I like to see the right man
for the right job, herb.

That badge looks fine
on you, herb.

Mm-hmm?

I know, Homer.

I know.

It's all right, dear.
They've all gone.

Oh, Papa,
I'd never manage without you.

What did the sister want?

Oh, some nonsense or other.

It's not worth talking about.

It was the young one,
wasn't it?

Yes, it was the young nun.

Poor thing.

What did you say?

"Poor thing," I said.
Poor girl.

I see her watching me
all the time,

I can't help wondering
what she may be imagining.

They lead strange lives,
don't they?

You're trembling.

I know.

It's thinking
about tomorrow, papa--

All those people
in the courtroom

and having to look at him.

Carla.

Yes, Papa.

That thing with Barkley
and you--

That it was just the way
you told me, wasn't it?

You, Papa?

You don't believe me.

I believe you,
I believe you.

I-- What I meant was

that I just wanted to help.

Forgive me.

I never doubted you
for a minute.

I want you to know that.

You want him punished,
don't you?

Oh, yes, Papa,

I want him punished.

I want that more than
anything in the world.

I'm sorry, Sister.
I didn't intend
to take so long.

That's all right.
I understand.

I went for a long walk.

I was hoping I could think
of some solution to this.

I can't believe

that they're going to hold
Heath's trial tomorrow.

Sister, do you think
that he has any chance
at all?

With Judge Bailey presiding
over a hand-picked jury?

I'm afraid
that Pontius Pilate

with a sword at his throat

couldn't serve the truth
more wretchedly.

They could take 10 years
of his life.

I know,

but I fear that this time,
Sister,

there is no solution,

nor any remedy
you can rely on

except prayer.

I wonder.

What, Sister?

Heaven forgive me,
I don't know yet.

I wish I knew
how to advise you.

[sighs]

Suppose we have some tea?

Oh, Lord Jesus, help me.

Left to myself,
I'm apt to be such a fool.

Carla, I want to talk to you.

Carla, come back.

Carla.

What's all the commotion?

Your star witness
was just gaping at me
from the street.

Carla?

Oh, Sheriff, you heard me.
I wasn't whispering her name.

You just never learn,
do you?

Learn what,
to sit here and wait
for a rigged-up trial?

There's nothing rigged up
about it.

Why don't you just relax?

You're going to have to be
in that courtroom

the first thing
in the morning,

so save your breath
for the witness stand.

Well, Sister,

you keep bringing my prisoner
food every few hours,

I'm afraid he's going to get
too fat for his cell.

Yes, that's a possibility.
Isn't it, Sheriff?

Be careful with that thing.

Now, I'm not doing this
to be amusing.

Would you drop
your g*n belt, please?

Come on.

Go on, you heard me, Sheriff.
Drop it.

Sarah, are you sure
you want to do this?

Uh-huh.

If you do,
you're out of your mind.

Sister, I'm warning you--

Would you just get
in the cell, please?

Would you lock it, Heath?

Your meals
are getting better.

You'll regret this,

both of you!

Where did you get the rig?

Over in the livery stable.

I hope you can pay for it
when we get back.

FOGARTY:
McAdoo!

Somebody out there get McAdoo!

Get him in here fast!

Jail break!
Jail break!

No smart remarks, McAdoo,
from you or anybody else.

Barkley?

Barkley, your tin badge.
It was that nun,

the Halloween witch
with a g*n in her hand.

Sister Jacob?
Her?

That's who I said it was,
didn't I?

You men are hereby deputized.

Don't you think
we ought to tell Mr. Roberts?

Let's hope we don't have
to tell Mr. Roberts.

Anyway, I haven't got
time now.

Whoa, whoa.

Take the road
to the right.

You know where we're going?

Of course I do.

Okay.

Papa, I saw it.

I was coming
out of the dry goods store.

I saw him escape
with that nun.

She was in the carriage
with him.

Sister Jacob?

Where was the sheriff?

He was locked in the jail,
someone said.

I heard him shout
until the men got there.

Oh, Papa, I'm so scared.

Come on, Carla.
There's nothing to be
frightened of.

Oh, I'm ashamed of being
so scared, Papa,

but I keep remembering
what he tried to do.

I can't help it.

What if he comes here?

He's going to be too busy
running for his life.

I'm going to hunt him down
like an animal,

and that young nun--
I'm going to put her
in jail where she belongs.

What do you think?

I think we're getting
no place fast,

too much country to cover.

I'm going to go back
and organize

some more searching parties.

You fellows go ahead
on your own.

You're going to tell
Mr. Roberts?

What else can I do?

You just be glad
you're not me.

Why are we stopping?

Rest the horse.

Oh.

You lost them, huh?

You can't exactly say
we lost them.

Our problem is
that we just haven't been
able to find them.

I've got McAdoo--

I don't want any
of your smart remarks.

I want Heath Barkley
in that courtroom

at 10:00 tomorrow morning,

either that or his dead body

stretched out on the street
for everyone to see.

We'll have him there
for you, Homer,

if it's possible.

You're going to make it
possible.

Look, Homer, you can't hide
a team of horses and a rig

and a nun in fool regalia

like a silver dollar.

It's dark out there.

We've got a lot of country
to cover.

I want to have
at least a half a dozen
searching parties

at work by daybreak.

That's the only thing
I know what to do.

Then stop your talking.

Organize your search parties.

Here, I brought these men.

Deputize them.
Use them as you need them.

I'll pay their wages.

You men are hereby deputized.

I expect to use all of you,
maybe a dozen more,

in groups of three and four.

I'll let you know where
I want you stationed at dawn.

You men can go now.

We'll see you at daybreak.

Feel warmer?

Much warmer.
Thank you.

Don't you think
we should move on?

The horse can use the rest.

So can you.

Sarah, why are you taking
this chance?

I think that should be
perfectly obvious--

So you don't have to face
Mr. Roberts' only judge
and jury

and have you railroaded
off to jail

before your family can even
get to Robertsville.

You'll be safe at Paco's

until they get here.

Don't you realize
they could put you in jail

for helping a prisoner escape?

Well, it was a matter
of conscience,

I hope.

What do you mean, you hope?

Well, it's often difficult,
looking back,

to be certain of any motive,

important or petty,

whether the thing
that you did

is really what you
ought to have done,

or is it simply just
what you wanted to do?

Being honest
about those things

is really what conscience
is all about, I guess.

You're not like anybody
in the whole world,
are you, Sarah?

That could be
a comfort to many,

my superiors in particular.

Let's talk about you?

Me?

Yes, you.

Last time I saw you,
you were driving a stage.

What happened after that?

I guess you might say things
just went along for a while.

I had some lumber
and mining jobs,

did more of my share
of herding cattle,

nothing exciting,

nothing for the history books.

The main thing is I--

I found a family

and learned how to belong.

I guess you might say
that was the biggest--

The biggest and the best.

I'm so glad for you, Heath.

You could've been
a part of it, Sarah.

Uh, that horse
must be rested now.

We better get started.

[bushes rustle]

Shh.

[c*ck g*n]

What was it?

-Just a coyote.
-Oh.

Not as big as the sheriff,

but better looking.

Well, nothing like
an unloaded Colt
for emergencies.

Is this standard equipment for
nuns?

Sure. You don't think
I could've used that
on the sheriff

if it was loaded,
do you?

I suppose not.

We have a long way to go.
We better get going, huh?

-[chuckles]
-Heath?

What is it?

It could only happen to me.

Thank you.
Paco.

Paco?

Paco.

I know he's
around here somewhere.

Paco?

You sure
this is all right?

Oh, yes, I know Paco.

Maybe he doesn't want
to get mixed up

with fugitives like us.

This is mission country,
Heath.

The sisters have worked here
for 70 years.

Hello.

Anybod--
[chuckles]

-Ah, there he is. Hello.
-Sister, bienvenido.

This is my friend
Mr. Barkley.

He wants to stay here
a few days.

Bienvenido, señor.

My house is your house.

Thank you, Paco.
That's very generous,

but I think you should know
that the sheriff is after me.

And so we will hope
he does not find you, senor.

Please, sit.
Sit down, Sister,

and let me fix you
something to eat.

Thank you.

Let me put it this way,
ma'am.

If you do know
where that young nun
and Barkley are hiding out

and you're not telling me,

you can just pack your mule

and be off my property
by this time tomorrow.

I have no knowledge
of Sister Jacob's whereabouts.

But you do know that she's
responsible for a jailbreak,
don't you?

And she'll be tried
as a criminal

and sent to prison
just the same as him.

God forbid such a thing,
Mr. Roberts.

What kind of a person
is she?

Why would she run off
with the likes of him?

Well, answer me, ma'am.

I am not prepared
to answer you at the moment,
Mr. Roberts.

All I can say concerning
Sister Jacob

is that in the years
I've known her

as a postulant, a novice,
and a duly professed nun,

there has been no breach
of discipline.

She's been all
that we might've asked.

Well, you can be
telling all that
to a warden pretty soon.

Did you break it?

No, I dropped a few beads.

I manage to do that
about once a month.

Think your family
will be arriving tomorrow?

If they caught
that early train to Deadlock

and got a fast team...

Otherwise, it'll be
the day after tomorrow.

Hm. Paco could find out
for you.

That would be a help.

What do you see there?

I was just thinking

about things that would
probably be better to forget,

like that picnic
we never went on.

Picnic?

Four years ago we had a date to
go on a picnic.

That was the summer you left.

You do remember, don't you?

Of course I remember,

but we agreed that
valentine's day
is over for us.

Well, I don't think
it will ever be over for me.

Four years ago
I was in love with you--

Stop it, Heath.

...and with all due respect

to your vows and conscience,

it still hasn't changed for me.

I'm sorry.

I hope so.

In the future
let's be very careful

that you keep
these aberrations,
let's say,

to yourself.

Heath, I want to make
something very plain to you.

I've dedicated myself
to God's business.

That's what I chose.

That's what I want.

It doesn't leave
a gap to be filled.

My only regret
is that sometime I attend
his business poorly...

or not as well as I'm able.

Heath, I'm very fond of you.

I'm not offended.

That would be foolish.

[sister Jacob praying]

[whispering]

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

This fire was built
some hours ago.

-Hey, Otto.
-What?

Look at this--

Three beads on a chain.

What do you make of it?

It looks like
part of a whatchamacallit,

a rosary.

It's got to belong
to that nun.

If we look hard enough,
we'll find buggy tracks.

You better ride
back to town, Coombs.

The way Old Man Robertson
and Fogarty been itchin',

they'll want to know
about this right away.

All right.

You two come with me.

Tamales?

Mmm, you're at Paco's now.

I'm not complaining.
They smell good.

Thank you.

They're almost done.
Do you want to go outside
and get Paco?

He'll be right back.
He just went to get
some water.

Say, is there anything
you nuns can't do?

I can name
about a thousand things,
but we don't have time.

Would you get me those plates
over there, please?

Mm-hmm.

Señor Heath!
Señor Heath!

-Sister.
-What is it, Paco?

Three men come.

SISTER JACOB:
God forgive me if I've
blundered you into this.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, Sarah.

[g*n fires]

Homer, I'm doing my best.

Look at that map.

Go on, look at it.

I've got men everywhere.

There's one thing
about you, Fogarty.

You never run out
of excuses--

Look, Homer,
what do you want from me?

All right, Homer,
what's this all about?

Where's Heath?

If I knew where he was,
I'd have him roped
like a calf.

Or better yet, I'd have
a rope around his neck.

What are you talking about?

I'll tell you
what I'm talking about.

Your brother escaped
from this jail two days ago.

Now he's running for help
with some deluded nun

because he didn't have
the guts to stand for trial.

What's he supposed
to have done?

He was arrested
for attempted r*pe.

A--

I don't believe it.
There must be some mistake.

Ah, first mistake
was made by me,

letting that young whelp
stay in my house.

Victoria, I thought
our family were friends.

If you did, you're doing
your best to change that.

I'm doing my best
to tell you that the girl
was my daughter.

You'll believe it
when we catch up with him,

you see him down on his knees
to plead for mercy.

I'd like to talk
to your daughter.

Oh, no, I'm not going to let
you torment her, too,

or invent some lies
to harm her--

You know better than that.

Don't get on your high horse
with me, Victoria!

Now, you listen to me,
Roberts,

and I'm speaking
as my brother's attorney.

Before you choke
on that bone of righteousness,

suppose you tell me why you
think Heath broke out of jail?

Because he was guilty,
of course,

and he wouldn't stand trial.

And when is this trial
scheduled to be held?

It was scheduled
for yesterday morning.

Yest--

We only got the telegraph
two days ago.

Who was supposed to be here
to represent him?

You listen to me, Barkley.

This is my town.

Your brother forgot it.

You'd be wise to remember it.

Your town.

You were going to bring
my brother to trial

within 24 hours

with a bootlicking judge

and a hand-picked jury?

Before we were able
to get here?

Why, Homer? Why?

What were you afraid of?

Mr. Roberts,
I think we picked
their trail up this time.

-Where?
-About a mile west
of Bradley Forks.

I found this at
a place where they stopped.

Must've been the nun's.
Couldn't possibly be
anybody else's.

Let's go.
What are we waiting for?

Sheriff, are you going
to arrest my son

or m*rder him
at Homer Robert's request?

I'm going to do my job,
ma'am.

And what is that job,
sheriff--

To uphold the law of this town

or the sacred privileges
of one individual?

I don't like the way
you're talking to me--

I didn't say it
to please you, Sheriff,

and I give you fair warning.

I'm going to go out
and find Heath,

and if you're bent on m*rder,

you're going to have
to k*ll us both.

Hold it, Barkley!

Don't make it any worse,
Sheriff.

I'm not going to have him
interfering with the law.

What law, Sheriff?

Hold it right there.

Put him
in his brother's cell.

Come on.

Spread out.
Hyah!

Johnson! Feeney!

Come here!

Get him!

Get after him!

Get him!

Just leave him sweat there
for a while.

He ain't going anywhere.

[knock on door]

[knock]

Hello, Carla.
I'm Victoria Barkley.

I'm sure you must remember me.

I used to come here when you
were much younger, of course.

I knew your mother quite well.

I don't have to talk
to you.

I don't have to let you
in the house.

No, I suppose not,

but I would like to know
what happened.

I already told my father
and the sheriff.

I don't have to tell
anyone else.

Carla, they've located Heath.

Now, if there's been
some misunderstanding--

There's been
no misunderstanding.

Are you sure?

They could k*ll my son,
you know.

It's not my fault
what happens.

He brought it
on himself.

I see.

Strange, I've never known
Heath to do anything
like this.

He--

Well, he must've been
terribly attracted to you.

Wasn't he?

I said I don't want
to talk about it...

and I don't have to.

Was he in love with you?

What do you think?

I don't know.
You are very attractive.

Didn't he say so?

You're making fun of me.

Why, no, no, Carla.

Why would I do anything
like that?

Because you think
you're so much,

just the same as he
thinks he's so much.

All right, Carla,
what really happened?

I don't like you,
Mrs. Barkley.

Now, you leave me alone.

I don't intend to.
I want the truth.

Everybody else believes me,

everybody but you and that nun.

Yes, the nun.
Who is she?
Tell me about her.

I don't know, just a nun

from the mission
on our property,

probably Heath's style.

Isn't that a strange thing
to say about a nun?

I don't know.

Stop it and leave me alone!

No. No, we can't stop now,

not until we know
what's happened,

not until we know the truth,

not the things you dreamed
about or wished would happen.

Your father is out there now

with men ready to k*ll my son

because you lied
about what happened.

Why should I lie?

I've got plenty of boys.

You should see
them all come courtin'.

I don't need Heath.

He was rude.

I told him to stop.

He became vicious.

He-- He deserves
whatever he gets.

Does he, Carla?
Does he?

And will you be able to live
with yourself afterwards?

He could've cared
about me some.

He could've tried.

Is that what you wanted?

Oh, I didn't mean it
that way.

You're making me say things
I don't want to say.

And when he showed you
he didn't care,

isn't that when you lied
to your father,

because you did lie,
didn't you?

It hurt so much
not to have Heath's attention

you had to lie!

I don't know.

I don't know.
It's all so confused.

You and Papa.

Papa...

maybe he thinks
I should be a nun.

Will you help me?

Give up, Barkley!

You don't have a chance!

[g*nf*re continuing]

Come on, boy!
Come on!

[g*nf*re continuing]

He's hit, and we've got him
pinned down.

Go on in and get him.

I just assume have him
dead as alive.

Won't be that easy to get
a clean shot at him.

No sense rushing things,

getting our own men k*lled.

I'll give a hundred dollars

for every b*llet that's put
in Barkley's hide.

[g*nf*re continuing]

Whoa! Whoa!

[g*nf*re continuing]

Hyah! Hyah!

[g*nf*re continuing]

Homer!

Homer,
you call off those men,

or I'll see you tried
for m*rder

in a court you can't buy off.

Carla just confessed to me
that she was lying.

Nothing happened with Heath.

You're lying now.

You know that's now true.

Carla is sick, Homer.
She needs your help.

You've known about it
for years,

but you've been trying
to hide it from yourself.

It's not like she says.

Tell the men to keep firing.

VICTORIA:
Sheriff, you talk to Carla.

She'll tell you the truth.

You'd say anything
to help him.

I'm sorry, Homer.

This is as far as I go.

I can't help you try to run
a bluff any longer,

not at the cost
of that boy's life.

Coombs!

You men over there,
hold your fire!

You can go in now, ma'am.

Yeah.

Heath!

I'm all right.

Thank God.

A funny thing--

Must be the company
I've been keeping lately.

I had the same thought
myself.

I don't think we'll have
any further problems

with Mr. Roberts,

poor man.

He was here this morning.

He even talked
of building us
a new school.

Seems he had
a very fruitful talk

with you gentlemen
about things in general,

and that subject
in particular.

I don't know which of you
to thank more.

Well, why not try me, Sister,

since I'm the more saintly
member of the family.

As a matter of fact,
it's my example

that we're all hoping
Heath will follow.

That's entirely true,
Sister.

This good man trips over
his halo nearly twice a day.

[chuckles]
Yes, well,

maybe we better
find Mother and get started.

Yeah.

Good-bye, Sister.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Sister.

Good-bye.

God bless you.

[laughing]

You two planning
another jailbreak?

Why, heavens, no.

We were just talking.

She's really something.

No argument from me.

If you ever get
near Stockton,

I expect you to look
in on us.

If it's at all possible.

Sister, I'm convinced

that nothing is impossible
for you.

Heath, I'm afraid
that train won't wait.

-Sister.
-Good-bye.

Good-bye, Sarah.

Good-bye, Heath.

You must've loved him
very much at one time,

didn't you?

Yes, I did.

What makes you think
I ever stopped?

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye.

♪♪ [theme]