Original subtitles

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 gun 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 gun 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 gun 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.

[cocks gun]

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.

[gun 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 rape.

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 murder 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 murder,

you're going to have to kill 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 kill 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 kill 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!

[gunfire continuing]

Come on, boy! Come on!

[gunfire 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 killed.

I'll give a hundred dollars

for every bullet that's put in Barkley's hide.

[gunfire continuing]

Whoa! Whoa!

[gunfire continuing]

Hyah! Hyah!

[gunfire continuing]

Homer!

Homer, you call off those men,

or I'll see you tried for murder

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]