All language subtitles for 14 - The Sisters

Morning, Ben.
Morning, boys.

Adam, is there any way
we can stop this?

ADAM:
Well, that's up
to John Henry.

LEEDS:
He wants to fight.

You may fire
at the count of three.

(cocking guns)

One...

two...

three.

The next time you insult
Sue Ellen Terry,

I'll kill you.

(theme song playing)

You were out there,
weren't you?

I guess you're mad
I didn't get myself killed.

You tell me one thing.

Are you fixing to take up
with Adam Cartwright?

John, please.

No, you tell me.

It's none of
your business.

You've been treating me
like a biscuit eating dog.

That's my business,
ain't it,

getting treated
like that by you?

John, please don't
make a scene.

I'll make a scene if...

Oh, I'm...
I'm sorry, Sue Ellen.

I... I can't
stay mad at you.

I got something for you.

It's beautiful.

Yes, beautiful.

I sent all the way
to New York for it.

You gonna take it?

I don't think I ought to, John.

I've hurt you enough
already.

Hurt me more
if you didn't take it.

(sighs)

Thank you, John.

Look, I know you're angry,

and you think that kind
of thing is foolish, Pa,

but I had to do it.

Why?

He'd have called me a coward.

You let a fool
like that John Henry

take a shot at you just because

you think he might
call you a coward?

Well, you've had
your little duel.

You've made your grand gesture.

I hope you're satisfied.

Oh, come on now, Pa.

You've made a few grand gestures
in your own time.

At a different place
and at a different time.

Ah, then it isn't
really the duel

that's bothering
you at all.

Now, what is it?

You made a fool
of yourself.

He insulted a lady
who was with me at the time.

Obviously, you think
that this lady

is worth having
a duel over.

Yes, I do.

Yes, well, I... I suppose she's
a pretty enough young thing.

But you're afraid

she's going to be like
her sister, hmm?

I've heard talk
about her.

Now, Pa, you always taught me
that talk was cheap.

I've heard that she's
been friendly

with more than one man
in Virginia City.

I know all that.

What else do you know?

She lives with her sister
in a house on K Street,

she's very lovely,
and I like being with her.

But how serious
about her are you?

Well, I... I don't
think I really know.

Son, I've known women
like this before.

Look, Pa, what have
you got against her,

besides all the talk?

I don't like the kind
of life she leads.

Well, I don't like it either.

Neither does she
for that matter,

but that's not
really the point.

Look, Pa, after all,
I am a grown man.

Adam, there are some women
who can bring a lot of
trouble into a man's...

Oh, boy, you must be
getting old, Pa.

Some women are worth
a lot of trouble.

Hee-yaw.

Did you have
plenty to eat?

Plenty.

Good.

Always like to know
I can please a man.

Why did you do that?

'Cause I wanted to.

Is that all?

I don't know what you've heard,

but I'm not as bad
as you think I am.

I don't think you're bad.

I guess you've also heard that
I have very expensive tastes.

Well, I never believe
that kind of talk.

It's true, you know, I do.

Very expensive.

Ask anybody.

Ask John Henry--
just ask anybody.

Come here.

I'm just trying to be
honest with you.

I said come here.

Don't you want to know
what I am-- what I really am?

I'm tired of talking.
Come here.

(drunkenly):
* Where old times
are not forgotten... *

* Look away, look away *

* Away down Dixieland... *

Sir, I don't believe I have
the honor of your acquaintance.

It's my pleasure, sir.

Well... well, sir.

Accept my salute, sir.

And your lady, too, sir.

Oh, how could I make
a mistake like that?

I'd naturally suppose, sir,
that you'd be with a lady.

Adam, please.

I didn't say nothing, sir!
I didn't say nothing!

Now suppose you apologize
to the young lady, huh?

I surely do, ma'am.

I do apologize.

Get him out of here, Adam,
will ya?

Get out of here.

"Get him out of here, Adam,
get him out of here."

She didn't always
talk like that.

Go on, ask her
about me, Cartwright.

Adam...

Go on, ask her.

Go on, ask her about
old Dixie. Go on.

Sorry this had to happen.

So am I.

Kind of ruined
a beautiful day.

Forget about him.

There'll be others
like him, Adam.

Men out of the past
who hate me.

Will you forget about the past?

But you won't ever hate me,
will you, Adam?

No matter what happens?

How could I ever
hate you?

I think I'd better
get you inside.

I think your sister's
waiting up for you.

She always does.

Good night, Adam...
dear.

Come on.

Think you're fortunate,
don't you?

Just the luckiest...

Just the luckiest man in town.

But there have been a lot
of lucky men ahead of you.

A lot of 'em.

(rooster crows)

What are you doing, Hop Sing?

Catching chicken for dinner.

Way you're going about it,

we ain't gonna have dinner
till a week from Sunday.

Oh, yes. Chicken catch corn,
Hop Sing catch chicken.

Very smart.

No, no, no.

Here, let me show you.

Here's the way
to catch chickens.

Chickie, chick, chick,
chick, chick.

Chickie, chick, chick.

Chickie, chick, chick,
chick, chick.

(chickens squawking)

Chickie, chick, chick,
chick, chick.

Chickie, chick,
chick, chick, chick.

Chickie, chick, chick,
chick, chick.

Chickie, chickie...

Hey, Hoss...

what are you doing?

Shh. You're gonna scare
all my chickens off.

Chickie, chickie, chickie,

chickie, chick, chick.

Chickie, chickie,
chick, chick.

(laughing)

Here, chickie, chickie,
chickie, chickie.

Don't squash him, get him.

Chickie, chick, chick,
chick, chick.

HOSS:
Chickie, chickie, chick, chick.

Chickie, chickie, chick, chick.

Chickie, chickie, chickie,
chick, chick, chick.

All right. That'll teach you
who can catch a chicken.

Very good.
Very funny.

Too skinny, thank you.

(laughing)

(chicken squawking)

Hey. Where'd he get
them two birds?

Oh, while you were crawling
around looking for that thing,

he was catching chickens.

What's all the
fuss about, anyway?

Chicken for dinner.
It ain't Sunday.

Well, Adam's
bringing his gal home.

You're kidding.

No.
You mean Sue
Ellen Terry?

Yeah.
Boy, I'll bet Pa
is hopping mad.

Well, if he is,
he ain't showing it.

(horse neighing)

I've been looking
to see you, Adam.

Uh, what about, Jesse?

You and John Henry.

John Henry's
a upstanding citizen.

Belongs
to the right party.

What I mean is, I sure would
hate to lose a vote

on account of you having
an itchy finger.

Oh, don't worry
about it, Jesse.

Everything's settled
between him and me.

That's good.
Mighty good.

Getting awful hard to round up
enough votes come election time.

Right kind of votes, that is.

Namely for you, huh?

That's about it.

I hear tell it was about
that Terry girl.

Forget it, Jesse.

You been seeing
a lot of her.

Have I?

No use to get hostile.
I was just asking.

Now, you just back off.

Getting anywhere with her?

Now, look, Jesse,
I told you to back off.

There's no call for you
to talk to me that way.

Your Pa and me have
been friends a long time.

I got an interest in you.

Yes, but you haven't
got that much interest.

Howdy, Sheriff.
Howdy, Dixie.

What you doing?

Calling on voters.

Well, just two women
in there, Sheriff.

Women don't vote.

Mighty thirsty
day, ain't it?

Go get yourself unthirsted.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Howdy, Miss Amelia.

Your sister at home?

She hasn't the time
for you now.

Oh, shucks, now.

Not now, Sheriff Sanders.

(chuckling)

What's so funny?

The sight of you sober
and watering flowers.

It just don't seem to fit.

Maybe you can give Sue Ellen
a message for me.

Tell her to stop messing
with young Cartwright.

He ain't for her
and never will be.

Now, you speaking as a friend
of the family, Sheriff?

Why, sure.

And what if Sue Ellen
chooses not to mind

what you've got to say?

I don't want
to see Adam Cartwright hurt,

and I... I'd hate
to see your sister hurt, too.

She's such a
pretty little thing.

A real pretty little thing,
ain't she, Miss Amelia?

(music box plays whimsical tune)

* *

* *

Who were you talking to?

Jesse Sanders.

Oh. What did he want?

He doesn't like you to
see young Cartwright.

Oh, he doesn't? Well...

Well, speaking as a friend
of the family, of course.

Oh, of course.

Here lace me
up, will you?

Oh, Amelia, have you
been drinking again?

(laughs)

Honey, just a little touch
of something for my quinsy.

I'd look out
for that Jesse Sanders.

He's an important man.

Not that important.

Any man is important.

Oh, not so tight!
I can't breathe!

(gasping)

Breathing isn't important.

Well, there. I guess
that ought to do it.

You know, you're a pretty
little thing, Sue Ellen,

like Jesse says.

Never thought you'd turn out
as well as you did.

Thank you, Amelia.

(turns music box off)

You know, I was always
the beauty in the family.

That's what Papa used
to call me-- Beauty.

You were just a skinny,
homely little thing

when Papa died.

Now look at us.

You're still
very attractive.

Well, I... hold
my years well,

if I do say
so myself.

Oh, but Lordy, honey,

you should have seen me
when I first came here.

You told me about it
many times.

I didn't have a thing.

Not a penny.

Just a little sister
and some clothes.

But men looked at me.

Yes, indeedy,
they looked.

I had a special way
of coming into a room.

Never came through an
ordinary doorway, uh-uh.

Always came down a
flight of stairs.

Real slow.

Like a princess.

With just a little
stop near the bottom,

long enough for
some lovely man

to come over and
offer his arm.

(laughs)

Lordy, honey,
the tricks I could teach you.

You've taught me a lot.

Yeah, I've done
real well by you,

and don't you ever
forget it, Sue Ellen.

Don't you ever forget

that when you were
just a little thing
and Papa died,

nobody to take
care of you,

your big sister did
everything for you.

I know you
won't, though.

You-You've been real
good to me, Sue Ellen.

I just don't
know if I... like

you carrying on with Adam
Cartwright like you are.

What do you mean?

Well, you know what men are.

I've told you often enough.

Oh, yes, you've told me.

Uh, a man uses a woman,
and then tosses her aside.

So you have to be
very clever with them,

and use them the way you used
to use men and not get hurt.

Oh, Amelia,
I've got a surprise for you.

There's more
than one kind of man.

Adam's not like that.

Oh, no, honey.

He's not different.
He's a man.

You really don't like men,
do you?

Well, honey, sure I like men.

It's... It's just that a girl
like you has got to be careful.

What do you mean,
a girl like me?

Well, now, Sue Ellen,

I don't want to say anything
to upset you, but...

a man
like Adam Cartwright-- he...

Well, you're just not
in that class.

Because I work in a saloon?

There's nothing wrong
with being a saloon girl.

Oh, no, except that it makes me
not good enough to marry Adam.

No.

You're not.

It's just not for you,
Sue Ellen,

any more than it was for me.

What have you done to me?

Is that all I have

to hope for?

I've done
everything for you.

Oh, you taught me
to be a saloon girl.

How to tantalize men

and cheat them
into giving me things.

Well, things
are important.

Not that important.

I won't be like that.

I'm not going to be
like you, Amelia.

Don't you dare
talk to me like that!

Not after all the things
I've done for you.

I've paid it
all back.

I've kept
you, Amelia.

I've used all
the little tricks

that you taught me
to take care of you.

You don't know
what you're saying!

I know exactly
what I'm saying.

You talk about men
using me.

You're the one
that used me, Amelia.

But that's all
over now,

because you're just
going to have

to take care of yourself.

'Cause I'm gonna marry Adam,
if he'll have me.

Well, Miss Terry,
you, uh...

you say that your father
was a merchant?

Oh, yes. Uh, he had one
of the biggest houses

in-in St. Louis.

Well, I, uh...

used to visit St. Louis
rather frequently.

Perhaps I've met
your father.

Oh, I don't
think so, really.

We spent most of
our time abroad.

He was always getting Amelia--
uh, that's my sister--

and I out of school, and

taking us off to
Paris and-and London,

and just everywhere.

Uh, some wine, Miss Terry?

Oh, thank you.

I love good wine.

Adam?

Ah, thanks, Pa.

Oh, my,
it's so delicious.

Papa always said
that you could tell a gentleman

by the wine cellar
he kept

and by the way
he trained his servants.

(chuckling)
Yes.

I suppose, Miss Terry,
that, uh...

that you had many servants?

Oh, yes, yes, we had lots
and lots of servants.

We were very rich.

Um, we moved in very
exclusive circles.

Uh, Papa was one
of the richest

merchants in
St. Louis.

Oh, we had a-a large house
and... (gasps)

Oops.
Oh, I'm terribly
sorry.

It's all right.
Don't worry.

I'll get something
to wipe it up.

Don't worry
about it. Don't...

No, it's all right.

Hop Sing will take care of that.

Adam, I don't feel very well.

I think you'd better
take me home.

I'm sorry, Miss Terry.

I'll get your wrap.

What are you thinking?

Oh, about you.

I'm sorry about
tonight, Adam.

I tried to impress your
father and your brothers,

and I just made a
big fool of myself.

Doesn't matter.

Oh, it does matter.

Matters so much.

My father wasn't a big merchant
in St. Louis.

(laughs)
It doesn't make any difference

what your father was
or what he did.

He ran a small notions store,

and we weren't rich,
and we didn't have a big house,

and we didn't have a lot
of servants, and...

Are you very disappointed?

(laughs)

Question like that doesn't even
deserve an answer.

And you will come back?

You just try to keep me away.

Oh.

(gunshot, Sue Ellen screams)

MAN:
Hey, what's all
the shooting about?

What's happened?

You better get the
doctor. Looks like

somebody's...

(loud crowd chatter)

Oh!

Sue Ellen, honey,

I knew this was bound
to happen someday.

(loud, overlapping shouting)

Open the door!

(pounding at door)

It's been fired, Jesse.

Took a couple of shots
at the killer.

You and her have a fight?

No.

This fellow that you,
uh, took the shots at,
uh, did you see him?

Well, I saw him, but it was
too dark to recognize him.

Then you was the only
one who saw anybody.

There wasn't anybody
else around.

Dixie was.

He says you
killed the girl.

And you believe him?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Thing is, a lot of the voters
have been listening to him

and some of them believe him.

Just take off your gunbelt

and empty your pockets
on the desk here.

I'll fix up a receipt.
(pounding at door)

I'm sorry, Jesse.
(mob clamoring)

I'm going after the killer.

Hated to have to do that.

You boys go ahead
and lock him up.

We'll hold him for murder.

(knocking on door)

Jesse?

Jesse, it's me, Ben Cartwright.

Put it away, Jesse.
You won't need it.

Just move easy and keep your
hands away from your guns.

Did you think I'd come
here to bust Adam out?

I wasn't worried about you, Ben.

But afraid some of them
voters might get ideas.

There's been some talk.

Oh, lynch talk?

Yeah, there's been
some mention of ropes.

Jesse, I want my boy
out of here.

I reckon that's kind of natural
for a pa to want

his boy out of jail,
everything considered.

Gimme two.

I'd like you to release Adam
in my custody.

Ben, you know I can't do that.

Just long enough for
the town to cool down.

Them voters would skin me alive.

Jesse...

we've always been
pretty good friends.

I hope we always
will be, Ben.

But you won't release Adam?

I just can't do it.

Let's take Adam
out of here, Pa.

You calm down, young'un.

How about it, Pa?

No trouble, Little Joe.

Not now.

Glad you cooled him off, Ben.

Hate for the voters'
and taxpayers' property

to get all shot up,

the way they would've been
if he'd hauled iron on me.

I reckon you wanna see the boy.

You boys wait here.

Guess it's safe to
leave you two alone.

Sorry about Sue Ellen.

I just don't
understand it, Pa.

Why would anybody
want to kill her?

All the men she knew never
meant anything to her.

Adam...
No, not a thing.

I'm sure they didn't, son.

I think the thing
she wanted most

was to belong somewhere.

Yeah.

She never loved me,
and I knew that.

I think she just
liked the idea

of being married
to a Cartwright.

You know, it's funny, Pa.

I don't think she even
knew what love meant.

Guess I was... I was kind of
trying to show her

and sort of trying to
make things up to her.

On account of her sister
and all that, you know.

Adam, those men that...
that she was friendly with,

who were they?

Well, you know,
it was John Henry,

Leeds, Durkin over at the bank.

Oh, what difference
does it all make?

They got a witness

says he saw me kill her.

Witness? Who?

Oh, Dixie.

Dixie? That old drunk?

That's right.

Trouble is, a lot of
people believe him.

There's even talk
about starting to

do something about it.

Sorry, Pa, I just got kind of
a funny tightness in my throat.

Well, they was coming up
the street in a buggy.

I was standing there just as
near as I am to you fellows.

Didn't they see you?

Well, shucks no.

They didn't have eyes for
nobody but each other.

Besides, I was in the shadows.

And then...

Then he hands her down
from the rig like this.

Oh-ho!

And mighty slick about it.

Yes, sir.

He said something,
I didn't hear that part.

And she says,
"No! No, Adam, no!"

Just like that.

(onlookers murmuring)

And then he says,
eh, he says...

Go on, Dixie,
what did he say?

He says, uh,

"If I don't get you,
nobody gets you."

Then he takes out his gun.

She drawed herself up

and she looked him
straight in the eye

and she says,

"Take my life if you must, Adam,
but... but spare my honor."

MAN:
Why didn't you stop him?

Well, 'cause, uh, i-i-it
all happened too fast.

And then, well, then
he up and shot her.

Shot that pretty young
thing in cold blood.

Bang! Bang!

What else?

She stood there
holding herself like this

and looking at him
sad and mournful-like.

Did she say anything?

She says, uh,

"I forgive you, Adam."

"I forgive all my enemies."

And then, then
she fell down.

And she died.

We ought to take that Cartwright

out of Jesse Sanders' jail
and hang him right now.

(men clamoring)

Hello, John.

That your mourning
dress, Amelia?

I think I'll let you
buy me a drink.

Sure.

Joe, another glass.

You surprised to see me
like this, John?

Seems a funny way to be
grieving over Sue Ellen.

Oh, I am grieving, inside.

But life goes on.

Yeah, I know.

A girl has to live.

Don't be unkind, John.

You were never unkind to me.

I was very fond of you.

Very fond.
Cut it out, Amelia.

Look, I bought you a drink,

I'll buy you another one,
then you better go home.

You are being unkind, John.

That isn't very wise of you.

Now, what do you mean by that?

You know Adam Cartwright
didn't kill Sue Ellen.

You came in here
looking for me, didn't you?

To tell me they
got the wrong man

for your sister's murder.

Maybe you know who did kill her?

I've got some good ideas
about it.

Maybe you think those ideas
are worth something.

(chuckling)

I wouldn't laugh,
John Henry.

If you ain't the beatin'est
woman I ever did see.

Your own sister hardly cold

and you out dressed
in her own clothes

trying to squeeze
a little blackmail.

Well, it won't work, Amelia.

I'll tell Jesse Sanders
you hated her.

You did, John.

Hated her enough to kill her.

There were some closer to her
than me that hated her more.

How ridiculous!

You hated her
because she was young.

And you're getting older.

Oh, that's
right, Amelia.

You still look good
in soft lights, but

you ain't as young
as you used to be.

(mob clamoring)

(pounding at door)

Crowd's getting kinda
het up out there.

Reckon' we'll be looking for a
tussle along about sundown.

(knocking at door)

BEN:
Open up, Jesse!

It's Ben Cartwright!

(mob clamoring)

What'd you bring that
trash in here for?

BEN:
Tell him, Dixie.

Tell him what you told me!

I didn't tell him
nothing, Sheriff.

Never said a word.

Tell the truth!
I told it.

What did he tell you, Ben?

He told me there was

someone else on the street
when Sue Ellen was killed.

Is that right?

You tell me the truth,
you hear?!

Did you see somebody else
out there?

You ever get a good look at him?

No, sir, I-I did not.

Before the Lord, that's
the truth, Sheriff.

I never seen him
clear enough to know him.

But you did see
someone out there

and you saw that person
shoot at Miss Terry and my son!

Tell the truth.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, what?

What Mr. Cartwright said.

How'd you ever get
it out of him, Ben?

Shook it out of him.

Now, turn my son loose, Jesse.

I can't do that, Ben.

What do you mean,
you can't?

He's innocent!

You're holding him
because of what this

drunken liar told you.

You just heard him
admit that he lied.

Now, what more do you want?

Like to see you get your
boy back safe and sound.

Listen.

(mob clamoring, pounding)

Tell them, Jesse.

Tell them the truth.

Too late for that.

They're too hot to
listen to anybody.

Adam's safer
where he is.

Might help, though,
if you and your boys

step outside and
kind of show them voters

what kind of trouble
they're asking for.

(clamoring)

Well, how is it?

Not so good.

Lord, I wish you
was outta here.

Hmm, so do I.

If it comes to the worst
I'm gonna have to kill

some of them voters out
there just to keep you alive.

Getting harder and harder
to get elected

each election day
without killing voters.

Take this.

If they do bust in here,
I don't want it said

I left you helpless.

Kind of taking a chance,
aren't you, Jesse?

What's to stop me from
making you open the door,

now that I got a gun?

Just plain horse sense,
if you got any.

See, if a sensible man
was figuring to bust out
of this here jug,

he'd wait till nightfall when
things kind of quieted down...

and there was only
one deputy on duty.

Deputies always carry
the keys to the cells.

A man ain't gonna argue
about opening a jail door

when he's got a gun
stuck under his nose.

Now, there's only one thing
that bothers me, Jesse.

Why are you doing it?

Your pa's a friend of mine.

Put that gun under your blanket

and don't use it
till the time's right.

And what happens
after I bust out?

You get eight hours head start.

After that, I come after you.

If I catch you,
chances are you'll hang.

(clock ticking)

* *

(hammer cocks)
Don't go away.

And don't reach
for it-- just turn
around nice and easy.

Unlock the door.

Let's have them.

* *

Don't try it.

I just busted jail, and
I'd as soon kill you

as look at you,
understand?

What do you want?

One straight answer.

Did you kill her?

(chuckles softly)

Who have you
been talking to?

Amelia Terry?
Why her?

'Cause she's got the same
kind of crazy idea.

Thought it was good enough
to work a little blackmail.

Well, I'm telling you
what I told her.

Talk and guessing
ain't facts.

I can prove I wasn't
nowheres near her

when Sue Ellen
got killed.

I'm sorry, Henry...
(gun clicking)

but I had to try you.

Cartwright.

I don't like you,

but I guess I owe you something

for not killing me
when you had the chance.

If I was you,
I'd talk to Amelia.

I intend to.

'Cause she didn't
like Sue Ellen.

Oh, I know she put on
like she did,

but the truth was,
she always hated her.

Maybe enough to kill her.

(music box playing faintly
in distance)

(door closing)

* *

Come in.

I've been expecting you.

It was clever of you
to come after dark.

I don't look bad, do I?

Little slimming here and there,
I'll be as good as new.

For a talky man,
you're awful quiet.

(laughs)

You never did like to part
with your money, did you?

Real tightwad.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I won't ask for any more.

Not unless I really need it.

Wasn't it lucky for me
I thought about you?

You know, I al... always
knew you liked Sue Ellen,

but... not enough
to kill her.

You have to pay for a thing
like that, my friend.

(Amelia laughing)

And pay and pay...

(slow footsteps)

No.

No.

No!

AMELIA (screaming):
No!

* *

What did you do a fool thing
like that for,

break out of jail?

I had to, Pa.

I didn't stand a
chance locked up.

And what chance
do you stand now?

Amelia had some idea
about the killer.

She tried to blackmail
John Henry.

I know-- he told me.

Told me you
were on your way here.

Does anybody else know?

No, I don't
think so.

I better get you back
into that jail.

Jesse's organizing a posse.

He's what?

He's organizing a posse.

He's ordering them
to bring you in dead or alive.

Come on.

No, wait a minute.

You tell Jesse
I'll give myself up

if he'll meet me alone.

Alone?

Yeah.

Tell him I'll meet him
in his room in one hour.

Ben?

Why don't you go back
to your hotel and get your rest?

You're doing no good
hanging around here.

I want a word
with you, Jesse.

Excuse me, fellas.

Don't you go peeking
at my hand.

Playing a little Pedro
to pass the time.

Now, then, what
can I do for you?

I just saw Adam.

It's all right, Jesse.

He's ready to give up.

Where is he?

He'll be at your place
in an hour.

I see.

Over at my place.

Hey, Jesse, we...

we've been friends
a long time.

Remember that,
will you?

Don't worry
about a thing.

I'll take good care
of the boy.

Your pa said I'd find you here.

Guess you're fixing
to give yourself up.

How long
would I live

if I did give
myself up, Jesse?

Not long.

Shot while trying to escape?

Something like that.

You know, it'd been neater
if I'd been killed

when I busted out of your jail.

That's where you made
a mistake, Jesse.

Your first one.

You bustin' jail
convinced the voters

you was the killer, all right.

What was my second mistake?

Gettin' up a posse

after you promised me
eight clear hours.

Now, it began to look

as though you wanted
me dead awfully bad.

Don't try, Jesse.

(gun firing)

Is it bad?

(murmuring, footsteps)

It's bad.

Tell me, Jesse, why'd
you kill Sue Ellen?

I never figured
to kill Sue Ellen.

Pretty little thing.

I used to watch her.

Used to see she got home nights.

Used to wait
outside her house

till the light went
on in her room.

One time, she said...
(music box playing)

"Jesse, honey,
I want to give you something...

for being so nice."

And I said, "That's a pretty hat
you got on."

And she
give it to me.

It was just nice
having something...

that was close to her.

Like them lacy shawls
she used to wear

and a glove.

Everybody else was always
fussin' over here,

givin' her things.

But not you.

You was young,
like her.

I never meant to kill Sue Ellen.

It was you I was gonna k...

(groans)

* *

(music box fades out)