All language subtitles for S1E11 The Colonel and the Lady

I came here to find out
what happened to her.

Now you make up your mind to it.

You'll tell me about that lady.

Man
with investigative ability,

"tact, perseverance
and proven physical courage

"for possible
hazardous mission.

"Must be man
of taste and discernment,

"a West Point graduate
and a former Army officer.

"Communicate
Colonel H.P. Lathrop,

River Acres,
Sacramento, California."

Come in, sir.

Thank you.

Your name, sir?

My name is Paladin.

What's yours?

Tuolumne.
Tuolumne O'Toole.

Tuolumne?

You think it's a funny name?

No. I think it's
a charming name.

It's Cherokee,
isn't it?

On my mother's side.

My father was a railroad worker
from Ireland.

Oh?

If you'll step
into the drawing room,

I'll tell the colonel
you're here, sir.

Thank you.

Ah, Mr. Paladin.

Colonel Lathrop,
happy to see you.

Nice to see you.

I see you're harboring
my old friend

Petronius Arbiter here.

Yes.

Yes, the old scoundrel
painted quite a picture

of his time,
didn't he?

Naturally, I've
forbidden my wife

to read a line of his.

Oh?

Sit down, won't you?

Thank you.

Yes, I've been many
years recuperating

since the war.

Books have
been my refuge.

Your pursuits have been
far more interesting.

Colonel, you seem
to know a great deal about me.

Well, only by hearsay.

That's why I was forced
to use a blind advertisement

in order to reach you.

And now that I'm here,

what can I do for you?

Oh, Martha,

my dear, do you
have a moment?

I'd like you to
meet Mr. Paladin.

Mrs. Lathrop.

How do you do,
Mr. Paladin?

Mrs. Lathrop.

Would you excuse
me, please?

Little Pablo is very
ill, and I must hurry.

Excuse me.

The eternal nurse.

My wife's always
ministering to the sick,

or the lame,
or the lazy.

Colonel, what is it
you wish of me?

I noticed that you were
admiring that portrait, sir.

Oh, was I?

That's Jonathan Lathrop.

He was an aide-de-camp
of General George Washington's.

Well, the military seems
to run in your family.

Yes.

All the mares of my
family have been

in the military,
or lawmakers,

or leaders in
other fields.

If pride of
family be a sin,

then I plead
guilty, sir.

I am proud of
my ancestors.

Well, I'm certain
you have every reason

to be proud, Colonel.

Now, as to your business
with me?

Well, why don't
we let that wait

until after you've
refreshed yourself.

Your bag's
in your room.

There's a hot
bath waiting.

And we dine at 8:00.

Tuolumne, will
you show Mister

Paladin to his room?

Thank you.

Sugar, Mr. Paladin?

No, thank you.

As my wife mentioned,
Mr. Paladin,

I've spoken of you often,

but I'm not sure
that she'll approve my reasons

for asking you here.

Colonel, why
am I here?

I want you to locate a woman
for me, Mr. Paladin.

Thank you.

Her name is Gloria Morgan.

Do you know anything
about her?

I've heard the name.

Then you've also heard
of Lodestar, Nevada.

Yes.

It's just a sleepy

little cattle
town now, my dear,

but during the
silver boom,

it was a roaring
mining camp.

Was it?

Gloria Morgan was reigning queen

of the Tenderloin District
there, till the boom burst,

and then she disappeared.

And your interest
in her, Colonel?

Well, she's a missing chapter
in a history that I'm writing

about the West.

My heavens,
was she that important, my dear?

Women of that sort
were an essential part

of Western history.

Isn't that so,
Mr. Paladin?

Well, I suppose every boom town
had its Gloria Morgan

as a sort of symbol
of its success.

No, as I
understand it,

she was a great deal
more than that.

Gloria Morgan was
the high priestess

of a cult made drunk by wine
and sudden wealth.

She was beautiful
and mysterious,

exotic, exciting, sort of

a living flame.

She...

Must sound foolish to you.

I seem to have been carried away
with a vision

of some woman that
I've never even seen.

And that,

Mr. Paladin,
is why you are here.

Will you excuse us, my dear?

Certainly.

Colonel, these clippings
are very interesting.

A pity there's no picture.

Yes, isn't it?

I'll pay your fee upon delivery
of the information.

Until I know
what's involved,

I can't name a fee.

Well, I know

that a gun battle was fought
for her favors.

I want to know more about that.

I want to know
if she's still alive.

If so, what she's called.

And especially,
I want to know where she is

now.

Colonel, why don't you do this
yourself?

I regret that
I'm not physically able to, sir.

My advertisement mentioned
a hazard.

You're the second man
that I've sent up there.

The first one never returned.

In that case, my
fee will be $2,000.

Well...

Tuolumne O'Toole.

This is indeed
a pleasure.

I didn't come here
to give you pleasure.

No?

I came here
to warn you.

Don't go to Lodestar.

Oh, why not?

The country
is full of bandits

and wild Indians
and grizzly bears.

How about cougars?

Them, too, yes.

You're beautiful,
Tuolumne,

and you're such
a bad liar.

I didn't think
I could scare you.

Why did you try?

That man isn't
what he seems to be.

He likes to hurt people.

He's a... a monster
and a torturer.

The Colonel?

Well, you noticed

that he didn't mention
the name of Gloria Morgan

till his wife was there
to hear him, didn't you?

Yes, I noticed.

The colonel's been
using that name

to torture
Mrs. Lathrop.

Now, why would the colonel
want to do that?

I think Gloria Morgan
was his sweetheart.

I think he wants
to bring her here.

The colonel says
he never laid eyes on her.

I'm sure he lies.

Well, that's hardly
my business.

I'm being paid
to locate Gloria Morgan.

If you do,

if you come back here,

I'll kill you.

Now, you better
believe me.

Well, I believe you'd try.

Oh!

Good night, Tuolumne.

Yes, sir.

A room, please?

Well, uh, that's something

we got plenty of
around here, mister.

You're staying with us long,
uh, Mr. Paladin?

Well, not too
long, I hope.

I'm trying to locate an old friend of mine.

Can I help you?

I know most everybody
hereabouts.

Well, it's possible.

This is a woman of some repute.

Gloria Morgan.

Gl...

You made a mistake, Carl.

You don't have an empty room.

Steve's right.

I forgot.

There's a bunch of mining men

coming down from San Francisco.

They got everything booked.

That's the way it is, mister.

I'm partial to
combinations of three.

I'll take Room 33.

Where is it?

It's at the top
of the stairs, sir.

Thanks.

Tell Clay.

Right.

Bartender,
I'd like a bottle of...

I'm out of it.

Well, I haven't named it yet.

Whatever it is you want,
we ain't got it here.

Oh?

She must've been
quite a lady.

What lady?

Did I say lady?

Yeah.

Well, that was a slip
of the tongue.

I'm not sure
she was a lady,

judging by the things
I hear about her.

Well, mister,

nobody ain't ever
going to hear of you,

if you don't clear out.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

I wonder if you'd mind
sharing this with me.

Why, I've often wondered
what whiskey tastes like.

You ain't going to
get any information

out of me, mister.

But I can tell you this:

She was a first-class

can of tomatoes.

Was she, now.

Of course,
good looks

and in... in mobility-

she couldn't hold a candle
to me.

You don't say.

Oh, I do.

Why, I could out-drink her
any day of the week.

And when it came
to trapping a loose dollar,

I could take...

I wonder whatever
happened to her.

Clay could tell you.

He's the fella that owns
this place, but he won't.

I bet Lulu knows.

Lulu?

Her best buddy.

They used to work
here together.

Poor Lulu.

She got fat.

All she's good for now
is taking in laundry.

Mazie...

You better
go home, Mazie.

Or tomorrow you could be
taking in washing.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sommers.

Get out.

Don't be too hard
on her, Mr. Sommers.

It was all my fault.

You get out, too.
Gladly.

Out of town!

After we've had a talk.

Harry!

In your office,
Mr. Sommers.

Harry!

Now can we have that talk,
Mr. Sommers?

Not now or ever.

How are you, ma'am?

How's yourself?

I'm fine.

My spare shirt
shows the trail;

I was told Lulu
would clean it.

Lulu will.

That'll be a dollar,
in advance.

You know, I have
a great deal of admiration

for women of
your profession.

Laundress?!

Yeah
- I find women of your profession all over the West.

Independent, honest.

You find a bucket, some water,
and soap, and you're in business.

Well, what's a girl to do
when she isn't a girl no more?

The figure goes but
the shoulders stay.

It's an honorable profession,
and certainly a necessary one.

I can think of some others
we could do without.

Don't credit me
too much, dearie.

I've done my time
in the saloons.

You?!

Well, I didn't always
look like this, you know.

Wait a minute, Lulu.

I think you look fine.

Did you work the saloons
here in Lodestar?

You bet.

Well, then, you
must've known, um...

what's-her-name- the one
they all talked about, um...

Gloria?

That's it-
Gloria Morgan.

Say, she really gathered
in the honey around here.

Or so they tell
it on the trail.

Oh, they do, huh?
Mm-hmm.

A saint, mister-
right out of the Book.

That's Gloria Morgan.

Well, now that
I didn't hear.

Well, I'll bet.

Did the boys tell you
about that black winter we had

when everybody around here
was dying like flies and...

Now, why did you start talking
about Gloria Morgan?

I didn't. You did.

Did I?

Mm-hmm.

I don't do that often
these days.

Well, that looks fine.

I don't think the creases
will ever come...

Freeze, Paladin!

I should've known.

We'll get rid of him, Lulu.

It seems to me you people
are going to a lot of trouble

just to keep me from asking
a few innocent questions.

Come on.

Hey, mister!

Your shirt!

Next time somebody puts a bullet
through it, I hope you're wearing it.

Ride, Paladin.

Keep going.
Don't come back.

I'd like my gun.

We'll keep that.

I'll have to come back for it,
if for nothing else.

You do, and I promise
you'll be shot.

Head on, from the side,
in the back,

nobody's going to
make a fair fight out of it.

We see you, we shoot.

Now get.

This is an excellent gun,
Mr. Sommers.

I just couldn't
leave it behind.

Oh, that's a beautiful woman.

You must've been
very fond of Gloria Morgan.

How does she rate
all this loyalty?

Why will men here,
and women, too, kill for her?

I was told
that Gloria Morgan was filth.

That she was an abomination
who preyed on the weaknesses

of lonely men...
You're a liar.

That she was a liar,
a cheat, a thief...

You're lying!
You're a liar!

Am I?

Then what is the truth,
Mr. Sommers?

I don't want to hurt her.

I don't.

Do you want me to tell
people she was a saint?

Nonsense.

Have you ever known a woman
that was?

No, I haven't.

Part saint, part devil,

a great deal of turtledove
and a whole lot of cat.

That's Gloria.

I understand a gun battle
was fought for her favors.

Not for her favors, sir,

for her hand,

in marriage.

I beg your pardon.

I suppose...

the other fellow

had as much right
to court her as I did, but...

If you hadn't noticed,
I walk with a limp.

It was a good fight
and a fair fight,

and when it was over,
we were both near dead.

And Gloria Morgan?

She waited until we'd both
recovered our health...

...then... told us she...

didn't love either one
of us and...

...went away.

I believe Clay sent
word I was coming.

Yeah, he did.

And you know what Clay
wants you to do.

Clay and I have disagreed
before.

He faced your gun
at some time.

Got a couple of souvenirs in
his carcass from it someplace.

You were the other man.

That's right.

Gloria Morgan.

She was one of the finest women
I... I ever met.

You found out
about that woman?

I did.

Are you going to tell?

I am.

Tuolumne, I don't
think Gloria Morgan

will hurt your mistress.

You better not be lying.

How do you do,
Mr. Paladin?

Colonel.

Come in.
Thank you.

Mrs. Lathrop,
how's your patient?

Oh, Pablo's very
well, thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Did you find
Gloria Morgan?

Colonel, I found out
a great deal about her.

And where is she now?

Well, sir, I think perhaps
it's more important

to know who she was,
rather than where she is now.

I know
who she was.

I doubt it.

I talked to
a great many people.

Actually, Colonel,

Gloria Morgan was a young girl
abandoned in a mining camp

by a man who brought her there

under false pretenses
of marriage.

She had no friends,
no one to turn to,

so she did the best
she could.

She sang and danced
in the saloons.

And she shared in the money

men paid for the pleasure
of drinking in her company.

Is this distressing you,

my dear?
No, no.

Go on, Mr. Paladin.

Some of the people
I talked to, Colonel,

think she was as saint.

A saint?!

Yes, sir.

There was a cholera epidemic
in Lodestar.

No doctors, no nurses.

Gloria Morgan nursed the sick.

Nursed them, bathed them
and fed them.

Well, sir?

I'm trying to crystallize

in my mind
the impression

I've gotten of Gloria Morgan
in the last few days.

And that impression is?

That she was a
remarkable woman,

whose friendship I would've
considered a high honor.

Shall I go on, Colonel?

Yes.

Go on, Mr. Paladin.

Well, Gloria Morgan
saved enough money

to go to San Francisco
and study nursing.

Naturally, she was worried

that her past would come up,
and spoil her new life.

So she borrowed a name.

She borrowed it from

the privately printed
family history of a friend.

And under that name,
she met,

fell in love with,
and married a man.

And, for a while,

they were quite happy.

And then, Mr. Paladin?

And then, recently,

someone sent her husband
a poison pen letter,

exposing her past
in the worst possible light.

Out of hurt
and arrogant pride,

he decided to punish her,

by getting a third party
to confront her

with proof of her identity
in his presence.

That's quite enough, sir.

The scheme was unworthy
of the man, Colonel.

If he'd gone to his wife
in any reasonable manner,

she would've told him
anything he wanted to know.

Oh, I'm sure
she would've.

Mr. Paladin, my husband paid you
to make a report.

Why don't you make it?

Oh, that's right.

You want to know
the present whereabouts

of Gloria Morgan,
don't you, Colonel?

No, I don't.

Well, it's just as well-
the Gloria Morgan

of boom town days is dead.

She lives only in the memory
of those who loved her.

You believe that, Colonel?

Yes, I believe it.

Mr. Paladin?

I promise I'll never try to kill
you again, as long as I live.

And don't you ever try to
lie to me again, either.

Now, what did Mrs. Lathrop ever do
to deserve such loyalty from you?

Oh, I was born
in Lodestar.

When I was 14,
I took a job in the saloon

where Gloria Morgan
was working.

And?

She took me to her home
and spanked me so hard

I couldn't sit down
for a week.

And now I suppose
there's a young man.

Little Pablo's
big brother.

But you're the only man
who's ever kissed me.

Oh, Tuolumne,
I'm terribly sorry.

That first kiss belonged to
little Pablo's big brother.

He won't mind.

As long as I save
the third one for him.

The third one?