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[ Woman ] Charles! Charles!

Dear Charles. I'm so glad you're here.

Maybe you can persuade her to change her mind.

[ With French Accent ] But I do not understand.

Persuade who to change her mind about what?

Oh, good morning, Monsieur Boulanger.

Bonjour.

I'm afraid she's talking about me.

I'm leaving today.

Oh, but no.But yes.

She's a very stubborn woman.

And you're a very generous and pleasant hostess.

But we have been here for four weeks now.

Aunt Maggie?

Oh, Monsieur Boulanger!

Good morning. Oh-- I mean bonjour.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Oh, isn't this awful?Most awful.

Now, I wish you'd all stop looking at me as if I were some sort of villain.

And, Betsy, do hurry. They're coming after the luggage any minute.

Oh, Aunt Maggie, I wish we could--I promised your father...

I would have you home at the end of the month.

This is the end of the month.

Yes, ma'am. [ Sighs ]

It has been a great pleasure, mademoiselle,

and I hope to see you again some time.

So do I.

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

[ Sighs ] I am truly sorry.

I was hoping I could persuade you to sit for me.

You really should have Charles paint you.

- He flatters outrageously. - [ Scoffs ]

Not that you need it.

Well, if you're ever in Medicine Bow,

I'd be delighted to sit for you.Why, that's a wonderful idea!

Um, I'll finish packing.

Unfortunately, my commissions here...

make it unlikely I will ever get that far west.

I understand.

You are busy. I will not delay you.

Pleasant journey, madame.Thank you.

Madame Fessenden.

Au revoir. Au revoir.

Isn't he delightful?

He's very nice.

What is the matter with you? Haven't you had a good time here?

Well, I've had a wonderful time.Why don't you move here then?

You can afford it. And Medicine Bow is no place for an attractive widow.

But it's my home.It wasyour home when Bob was alive.

But he's been gone a year now,

and you've got to learn to live again.

That was the whole point of your coming to visit me.

Sophie, dear, I have had a wonderful time.No, you haven't.

You've been polite but removed.

You need to get back into circulation.

That's why I like Charles.

Even if he is only after a commission,

it's still nice to be complimented by a handsome man.

I'm afraid his charm is a little too obvious for me.

[ Without Accent ] Well. This isa surprise.

I'll bet it is.

- Who's your friend? - Jesse comes along if there's gonna be any rough stuff.

You didn't really think you could run out...

on $5,000 worth of I.O.U.s, did you?

I wasn't trying to.

I see.

You just left St. Louis in the middle of the night,

hightailed it to Chicago, gave yourself a phony French name?

I took that thing for business reasons.

Perversity of human nature is such...

that people will pay more for a Charles Boulanger...

than they will for a Charles Baker.

What kind of people fall for that?

[ Chuckles ] Widows mostly.

Yeah. Rich widows.

Husbands don't seem to take to Charles Boulanger.

Well, neither do gamblers.

$5,000, Mr. Baker or "Bulljay" or whatever that phony name is.

That name's no more phony than your gambling tables.

You should have thought of that before you signed these.

Now, either you pay up,

or Jesse's gonna take it out of your hide.

If we go that way, I don't think you'll be painting again for a long time.

Maybe never.

And what good would that do?

When the word got around,

I don't think we'd be troubled with welchers anymore.

Show him what we mean, Jesse. Now wait a minute.

I haven't got that kind of money.

I'd have to get some commissions.

So get 'em.It takes time.

How much time?

Two months. Maybe three.

You got one week.

That's impossible. Each portrait takes a week.

-Even if I had the commissions-- -Don't tell me your troubles. Just get the money.

- Now, wait a minute. - Borrow it, steal it, marry it.

I don't care how you get it, but get it in a week. Understand?

I'll try.

Good luck.

Come on, Jesse.

[ Train Engine Chugging ]

I'm gonna write Mrs. Fessenden a thank-you letter on the train...

so I can post it as soon as I get home.

That would be nice.

You know, that-that picture that Mr. Boulanger did of her was beautiful.

It made her look 10 years younger.

I think that was the purpose of it.

You mean you don't think he's a good artist?[ Chuckles ]

I'd have no way of knowing from a picture like that.

[ Man ] Board!

[ Whistle Blows ]Mr. Boulanger!

[ With French Accent ] Ah, madame. I was afraid I would miss the train.

Ever since I left you, I've thought about you,

and suddenly I knew I would rather paint you...

than all the others put together.

So I decided to accept your kind invitation.

But your other commitments.[ Scoffs ]

For once, when he at last has the opportunity,

an artist has the right to please himself--

to do something of which he can be proud.

You have the face--

the inner soul that shines through.

Now it is up to me to put it on canvas.

I accept the challenge.

Uh, do you mind?

No.

[ Laughs ] Well, Medicine Bend, here we come.

Uh, Medicine Bow.

Yeah. Medicine Bow. [ Chuckles ]

[ Whistle Blows ]

[ Mooing ]

Judge.They look pretty good.

They'll look a lot better when we get 'em out on the grass.

These border herds take a lot of fattening up.

This just came in for you, Judge.

Thought you'd want to get it right away.Thanks.

It's from Betsy. She and Maggie Menken get in tomorrow.

Oh? I bet that won't make you feel too bad, will it?

Well, I must admit, it's been pretty dull around the house.

Never thought I'd see the day when peace and quiet got on my nerves.

[ Chuckles ] I wonder if the trip did Mrs. Menken any good.

Well, it better had. It was my idea.

Oh?Well, I figured she needed a change of scene.

Bob left her well-enough off,

and I thought it was time she climbed out of her shell.

Come on!

Hey, boss!

See ya later.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

[ Whistle Blowing ]

Well, I suppose the, uh, first thing to do...

is look for a big mound of luggage.

I don't see why women need so many clothes.

I can get everything I own in a saddlebag.

Wouldn't attempt to explain that even if I knew the answer.

[ Brakes Squealing ]

Well!Hi, Randy.

[ Laughs ] Oh! Welcome home.

Hello, Henry.Ah, you look radiant.

The trip must have agreed with both of you.Well, it did.

Oh, it was wonderful. I've got so much to tell you.

- Did you have a good time, Betsy? - Oh, absolument.

Huh?

[ Laughs ] How's Sophie?Oh, she's fine.

She sends her love.Thank you.

Well, we better line up the rest of your luggage.

Oh, uh, Henry, I'd like you to meet Monsieur Boulanger.

- Uh, Judge Garth, my oldest friend. - [ Garth ] How do you do?

I've heard all about you, monsieur, from your charming daughter.

He's gonna paint Aunt Maggie's picture. Isn't that exciting?

[ Garth ] Well, now, that's interesting.

You should have seen the portrait he did of Mrs. Fessenden.

It was beautiful. It made her look so young.

Actually, I try to capture the spirit...

rather than the facade.

But, fortunately, with Martha Menken,

she is young and beautiful both, uh--

How you say? Inside and out.

I see. Uh--

Excuse us.

Will you show me which is your trunk...

so I can arrange to have it delivered?Yes, I will.

Now, Henry, I know what you're going to say,

but before you do, please let me tell you how it happened.

Now, as the executor of Bob's estate,

I'm only interested in how much it's gonna cost.

Well, I don't know exactly.

What do you mean you don't know?Well, I mean, uh--

We were at Sophie's house, and I just happened to say,

"If you're ever in Medicine Bow,

I would be happy to sit for you."

And here he is. I had no idea he--

You mean you didn't agree on a price?

Well, it didn't come up.

Maggie-- [ Clears Throat ]

I'm afraid it's gonna have to.

What a charming village.

It's not very chic, but I like it.What's that mean?

What?That word you just used.

Oh, "chic"? Well, that means, um--

Smart. Stylish.

I don't see anything wrong with it.

Thank you.

Actually, there's not enough room in the rig, Randy.

Why don't you take Mrs. Menken and Monsieur Boulanger home,

and come back for me?Oh, we hate to inconvenience you.

Oh, no trouble at all. I-- I've got an errand at the bank anyway.

I'm looking forward to seeing more of your magnificent country.

If Maggie isn't too tired, perhaps you both can join us for dinner tonight.

I would be delighted if-- [ Maggie ] Oh, we'd love to come.

It'll give me a chance to show off one of my new dresses.

Oh, yes. I remember suggesting...

you do some shopping in Chicago,

but I did mention the word "discretion."

After all, Bob wasn't a millionaire, you know. [ Laughs ]

I don't think you'll be too shocked when you see the bill.

And I shall look forward to seeing your château.

[ Betsy ] See you later.

Really more of a ranch.

Isn't he absolutely divine?

[ Sighs ]That's not exactly the word I would have used.

It's charming.I'm glad you like it.

My husband built it for me when we were married.

Oh, welcome home, Miss Maggie.

Oh, thank you, Reba. It's good to be home.

Oh, Reba. Uh, Monsieur Boulanger.

Charles, this is my cook, Reba.How d'you do?

How do you do?

Monsieur's a painter.Painter?

We got nothin' needs paintin'.[ Laughs ]

Pictures, not houses.Pictures?

Oh, who around here is gonna have his picture painted?

I am, Reba.

Now, Monsieur Boulanger will be staying in the guest house.

In Mr. Bob's study?

Do we have another guest house, Reba?

[ Reba ] No'm. Well.

Yes'm.

She was very fond of my husband.

Yes, and she disapproves of me...

because I paint portraits-- [ Chuckles ]

instead of houses.[ Laughs ] This way.

That'll be all, Reba, now. Thank you, dear.Yes, ma'am.

He must have been very special, your husband.

Yes, he was.

This was his study.

Extraordinary. [ Chuckles ]

The taste of a rare gentleman--

the books, the paintings.

They were none of them very good.

Bob just bought what he liked.

He'd be the first to admit he knew nothing about art.

That is how it should be-- to collect what one enjoys.

And, if one has good taste,

all the better.

Your husband had excellent taste.

Do you want these in here?

Yes, thank you, Randy.

Hey, what's this thing?That's my easel.

Oh. What's it for?To hold the painting.

Oh. What do you know?

You'll want to get settled. Come along, Randy.

It is the good life you have here, monsieur.

Thank you.

And, may I say, excellent brandy.

[ Chuckles ]

I have also been admiring your taste in art.

Oh.

That's George Catlin. Isn't too well known yet, but he will be.

Amazing...

that a lawyer from Philadelphia...

could capture the West with such vitality.

Mmm. Oh, you're familiar with Catlin's work?

In the world of art, monsieur,

word of talent travels very quickly.

Hmm.

Different from the technique of the European artist, of course.

Bold, primitive--

And honest.

It is a revelation to me that a rancher could find time...

to surround himself with such evidence of good taste.

If we weren't interested in culture, Monsieur Boulanger,

you wouldn't be here.

In fact, some of us are so concerned about culture, we, uh--

we forget the practical.

Mrs. Menken, for example, isn't at all certain about your fee.

My fee for the portrait is $1,500, monsieur.

- Little steep, isn't it? - It is my usual fee.

May I ask, Monsieur Boulanger, how long does it, uh, take to do a portrait?

A week. Perhaps 10 days.

$1,500 for a week's work?

Yes.

- ♪♪ [ Piano Playing Softly ] - Monsieur, I understand you were once a lawyer.

Yes.

I am sure that when clients came to you for service,

they found your fee somewhat higher than that of other lawyers,

but I am also sure that they realized...

they were getting a far superior lawyer.[ Chuckles ]

A bargain, as you say, at any price.

Well, I'm afraid some of them weren't always of that generous a mind.

You will not allow madame to pay me the fee?

Oh, I don't see how I can in good conscience refuse...

since she's already committed.

Wait till you see the portrait.

You will have no regrets.

Well, shall we join the ladies?

I wonder what they're talking about in there?♪♪ [ Simple Melody ]

I'm afraid I have an idea. Oh, here they come.

♪♪ [ Stops ]Please, do not stop on my account.

I'm out of practice.You are too modest.

We have just been having a most interesting talk about art...

and love.

Betsy, perhaps Monsieur Boulanger would like to see the rest of the house.

I have some Indian relics in the study might interest you.

Most assuredly. Everything about your West fascinates me.

Come along.

[ Sighs ] Maggie, I don't want to seem unreasonable, but...

I wish you'd consulted me before you committed yourself to this painting.

Is it that high?

$1,500.

Can't very well renege now that he's here.

Well, he is very good--

I think.Mmm.

And Bob did always want me to have a portrait.

Do you happen to know how much he charged Sophie?

No, I have no idea. As I said, we were in Sophie's house, and--

Oh, yeah. Oh, I'm sure it'll be a masterpiece.

After all, he's got a good subject.

You think I'm a very foolish woman, don't you?

[ Laughing ] No.

No, no, Maggie. Let's just say, uh,

I don't think you'll ever set the business world on fire.

[ Chuckles ]

What do you think of him?

Oh, he's charming, socially accomplished.

What's more important is, what do youthink of him?

You're right, Henry. The trip did do me a lot of good.

But don't worry. I'm not going to lose my head.

Most interesting, monsieur, especially with such a charming guide.

He says he's gonna start painting you tomorrow.

Oh, well, in that case, early to bed.So soon?

Yes, I'm sorry. It's been a long day.

Thank you, Henry.Well, it's always a pleasure, Maggie.

You have been very kind, monsieur.Oh, not at all.

Not at all.

[ Garth ] Thank you, Betsy.

[ Maggie ] Thank you.

Permit me, monsieur, to congratulate you again on your excellent brandy.

I have not tasted its equal since I left France.

Well, that's praise indeed. Pleasure to serve such a connoisseur.

Mademoiselle.Good night, Henry.

Good night.Thank you again.

Good night.

Good night.Good night.

Oh, Daddy, wouldn't it be wonderful?Wouldn't what be wonderful?

If Charles and Aunt Maggie were to fall in love.

Well, it could happen.

And I hope it does.

Enchanting, madame.

Absolutely enchanting.

You are en route, madame, to have your portrait painted,

not to the guillotine.

[ Chuckles ] Is it really all right?

It looked quite different when I bought it in Chicago.

You don't think it's a little too--

I assure you, madame, it is not "too."

You know, you are quite beautiful really.

Even in this harsh daylight.

Quite beautiful.

Well, perhaps we'd better get started.

Seems a shame to go indoors on such a beautiful day.

Already we are lovers--

[ Chuckles ] this country and I.

I breathe again for the first time in years.

[ Deep Breath ]

But, as you say, perhaps we'd better get started.

What bones--

like the granite coast of Maine.

I trust that's a compliment.Ah, but of course.

Very few women have bones.

Little bags of feathers, but no bones.

It's all right at 20.

But a woman grows older--

the beauty remains if she has bones.

Very important-- bones.

Uh, move a bit to the right.

Oh! A trifle only--

[ Sighs ]

But I am an oaf. Madame is tiring.

A few minutes to relax.

Couldn't you please stop calling me madame?

[ Chuckles ] I should be very happy if you'd call me Maggie.

"Maggie"? No.

Marguerite-- that is what I shall call you.

[ Loud Clanging ]

Mon Dieu! What is that?

I'm afraid that's Reba announcing dinner.

Ya finished yet?Not quite.

Well, I'm serving supper-- now.

Mind if I look?Please.

Oh, is that all you got done?

[ Chuckling ] Well, it is only a preliminary sketch.

But very important. The rest comes later.

Well, I hope you put some zip into it.

You know what I mean? Zip!

Them others just give me the willies. Now, you take that one.

Mr. Bob paid good money for that, and look at it.

I could do better with a bucket of barn paint.

Well, I'm servin'. You eatin' or ain't ya?

I suppose we'd better.

Monsieur Boulanger?

- Charles? - Hmm?

Oh, forgive me. I--

- I was thinking of something else. - Well, I'm sure glad.

For a minute there, you looked nuttier than a squirrel.

Reba!Yes'm?

Reba?Huh?

Mm-hmm. Yes.

A rare and wonderful example of pure, primitive woman.

I shall paint you.

Before I leave, I shall capture you on canvas.

Oh, now, see here. Don't you go funnin' me.

But I mean it, Reba.

You are a wonderful primitive.

I am?

[ Laughs ]

Hmm!

I think she's beginning to weaken.

I'll see you soon.

[ Charles ] Tired?[ Chuckles ]

A little.

People think it is easy to pose for a portrait.

They think, "What is so difficult about sitting there...

- looking natural?" - I can tell them if they really want to know.

I shall try not to make the sessions too long.

Oh, no, that's all right. I don't want to hold you up.

Perhaps I would like to be held up.

You know, you don't have to keep complimenting me.

Do you think I do it from a sense of duty?

- Or to be professionally charming? - Don't you?

Yes. You are right.

It pleases most women to be flattered.

If they are in a good mood, they pose better.

If they pose better, the work goes faster.

It is as simple as that.

But, between you and me,

in the future,

any compliment I may pay you will come from the heart.

Anybody want any more coffee?

Thank you, Reba. I'm still too full of your wonderful food.

[ Reba Laughs ] It wasn't that good.

I must disagree.

- I'm goin' to bed. - Good night.

Good night, Reba.

I must retire too.

It is also tiring to paint a portrait.

Good night. Bonsoir, Marguerite.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Hmm.

So this is why your light was burning half the night.

To think it could have been that dirty. It's beautiful.

But you shouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

It was a labor of love, Marguerite--

a debt to art.

And very little to do for so charming a lady.

That much of a compliment you must allow me.

Thank you, Charles.

For what-- the compliment or the cleaning?

Both.

"Tintoretto."

Afraid I don't know very much about art.

He was a great master of the Italian Renaissance school.

His works are very valuable.

I had no idea it was valuable.

I thought it was just something Bob found somewhere that pleased him.

No, I'm afraid you misunderstand.

I said a Tintoretto was valuable.

This, unfortunately, is only a copy--

a very good one, but still a copy.

Oh.

Are you disappointed?No, not really.

Well, believe me, only an expert could tell the difference.

And it is still a thing of beauty, which is the main thing.

Now we must create our own beauty.

Are you ready?

Ready, maestro.

Your friend the judge--

he does not think I am a very good artist.

He thinks perhaps, uh,

I am trying to, uh, take your money under false pretenses.

I'm sorry if he gave you that impression.

I'm sure he didn't mean to.

He is wondering,

"If he is such a good painter,

"why have I not heard of him?

"Why does the name Boulanger...

mean nothing to me?"Is it all right if I talk?

Yes. I'm doing the shoulders now.

I was just thinking.

Very few people had ever heard of van Gogh until after he died.

You place me in very select company.

I shall try to be worthy of it--

while I am alive.

And now,

do not move.

What more could a man want?

It's a far cry from Chicago.

And who would want to live in the city when he has this?

Are you surprised?

Frankly, yes.

Why?

Because when I met you in Chicago,

you seemed to fit in with that kind of life so well.

A man lives,

uh, as he has to.

Painting is my life.

And, unlike van Gogh, I also like to eat.

New York, St. Louis...

and Chicago...

are where the commissions are,

so I live there.

And do you ever get tired of painting flattering portraits of--

of the Sophie Fessendens and the Margeurite Menkens?

The Sophie Fessendens? Yes.

You? No.

You know what I mean.

When I was a student in art school in Paris--

[ Sighs ] I used to dream large dreams.

I dreamed that I would capture all the beauty...

of-- of love and nature on canvas,

and that all the world would wonder at it...

and enjoy it.

As you might have guessed, I was very young.

There's nothing childish in dreams of that sort.

Perhaps not childish.

Just, uh, impractical.

Our little holiday is over. We should get back to work.

Judge! Judge Garth.

- Telegram just come in for you. - Thanks, Sam.

[ Sam ] I was just gonna see if there wasn't somebody...

from Shiloh in town to take it out to you.

[ Betsy ] What is it?

I guess you may as well read it.

Well, gotta get back.

Daddy, will you not say anything to Aunt Maggie about this?

It's my job to see that nobody takes advantage of Maggie,

certainly not a thousand dollars' worth.

Isn't it also your job to see that she's happy?Of course it is.

Well, then, Daddy, please don't say anything about the telegram.

We women are different.

There are just certain things we don't want to know about.

But someone's trying to take advantage of her.

Daddy, please. Now, I know all about this.

After all, I'm a woman too.

Yes, you are.

You have moved the head a little.

Like so.

[ Betsy ] Aunt Maggie?

Oh, hello. How nice to see you.

We thought we'd look in for a minute on our way back from town.

Good. It was time for a rest anyway.

How's it coming?Slowly.

Oh, I'd love to see it. Could I just take a little look?Now, no, Betsy.

I'm sorry. I would like it to be a surprise for everyone.

Oh-- Speaking of surprises.

Look what else he's been working on. Isn't it beautiful?

You mean that's that dark, murky old--It is indeed.

I cleaned it. That is all.

For years, before we learn how to clean,

the world of art thinks that the Italian school does not like color,

but it is only that the paintings are old and dirty.

Underneath, they are bright and beautiful-- like this one.

That's remarkable.

Tintoretto.

As I said to Marguerite, it is an excellent copy,

uh, not the work of the master.

He even copied the signature.

But of course. That was the whole idea.

Oh, no doubt it is old,

but it can fool no one who knows.

Beautiful, but, uh, just a copy.

The line between "good" and "best"--

it is so slight.

So far, that is all this is-- a good copy.

It does not come to life.

[ Sighs ] Not yet.

Why don't you take a day off?

Come out to the ranch tomorrow. We could give him a good tour.

If you've never seen a working ranch, it's very interesting.

I would like to, monsieur, but the portrait-- there is so much to do.

Oh, please, Charles. It would be fun.

Perhaps you are right.

Perhaps it would be good to remove oneself for a day.

With pleasure, monsieur, I accept your invitation.

Good!We'll be leaving then.

Good to have you drop by.See you tomorrow.

Good-bye.Good-bye. Good-bye.

Your friends-- they are very kind.

They like you.I'm glad.

It is not always easy to be a stranger in a strange land.

Oh, you're not a stranger. Not anymore.

Whoa.

Daddy? Thanks.Thanks for what?

For not being an old grouch.

Daddy?Now what?

Well, I know that Charles-- uh, Monsieur Boulanger--

is charging more than he should,

but you have to admit he's trying to do a good job.

He spent twice as long on Aunt Maggie as he did on Mrs. Fessenden.

Yeah.

Now, you just gonna sit there,

or you gonna get out and let me put the rig away?

Hmm.

Boy, oh, boy.

"Tintoretto."

Reba?Ah!

I seen you comin', Judge.

I thought the folks was over visitin' you to Shiloh.

Oh, they are, but I had to come into town.

Also, there's something I've been meaning to look up in Mr. Bob's library.

Would it be all right?Oh, sure. Go right ahead. Help yourself.

[ Door Closes ]

Judge, you look at the missus's painting?

Oh, I don't think I should, Reba. Do you?

Oh, sure. Go ahead. He won't mind.

Ain't that just beautiful?

Beautiful.Works like a dog, he does.

All day with the missus. Half a night by hisself.

I just never seen nothin' like it.

Judge, he's gonna paint me.

I'm a primitive.

Why, you are at that, Reba. You know, I never noticed it before.

[ Chuckles ] He's a real nice fella.

Wasn't for that accent, I'd say he's just one of us.

Yes. Well, thank you, Reba.Mm-hmm.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Clopping Hooves ]

[ Men Hooting, Whistling ]

"Mon-sower," don't you think you're shortin' him just a little on the ears?

- [ Laughs ] - Would you beat it?

Can't you see we're busy?

Actually, I could finish this later.

I would like to do a sketch of the branding.

Well, I thought we'd do that a little later, when we get more of the cattle in.

Oh, go on, Randy. Cut one for him so he can see what it looks like.

All right. Hey, Jake!

You can handle the iron.

Come on, Belden. Let's you and me cut one out.

Yeah.

[ Shouting ]

[ Bellowing ]

[ Calf Bawls ]

Stay like that. Don't move, anybody.

[ Charles ] That is good. Hold it like that.

No, no. Hold him still.

Well, now I've seen everything.

Don't be a spoilsport. They're posing for Monsieur Boulanger.

So I see.

That's the most work I've got out of 'em today.

When I am finished with this, monsieur,

I would like to do a sketch of you.

Yeah, smile for the man, boss.

Some other time. Right now I'm a little short-handed.

First, I will see madame to her door,

and then I will take the rig around.

It was a wonderful day. Thank you.

It will be good to remember it when I am back in Chicago.

I'd forgotten.

You will, of course, be leaving as soon as the portrait is finished.

I am afraid so.

I'll miss you very much.

There is nothing in the world...

that I would like better than to remain here.

But I cannot.Why?

It is sometimes difficult to explain...

to someone who lives in the security of--

this house, for example--

surrounded by the love of good friends,

the warmth of this country.

It is sometimes difficult to explain...

the whys of a different kind of life.

Believe me, I cannot remain.

Charles--

No. No more words.

It would not work,

but I would like you to know...

this time that I have spent here...

has been the happiest time of my life.

Well.

You're getting to be quite a traveler.

[ Without Accent ] How'd you find me?

We kept in touch with the galleries.

Somebody from here wrote one of them for information about you.

- Well, you wasted your time. - We don't think so.

Do we, Jesse?We told you not to try it twice.

No, wait a minute.

You'll get your money.When?

Soon as we get back to Chicago.

You expect us to believe you were comin' back?

With this.

You know what this is?

That's a genuine Tintoretto.

Well, what's it worth?

Everything you claim I owe you, and more.

And you're just gonna take it off the wall and walk out with it?

That's right.

After I substitute this copy I painted for the real one.

Hey, that's pretty good.

Think you can get away with it?I know I can.

If I say so myself,

this would fool anyone but an expert.

Well, let's go then.No.

Not till I finish what I came here to do.

Take me about three days at most.

All right.

We'll be at the hotel.

Oh, and, Baker?Huh?

Don't try runnin' out again.

[ Knocking ]Come in.

They-- Oh.

They're all here. Are you ready for the unveiling?

I will be there very shortly.

I'll tell them.

[ Chattering ]

Well! Now, you are a sight for sore eyes, Reba.

Yeah, that's a really pretty dress.

Oh, this old thing?

Reba, you look elegant.

You really like it?Oh, I certainly do.

Pretty good for a primitive, huh?

Out of his way.

[ Man ] This should be excitin'.

[ All Hush ]

Ladies and gentlemen,

before you see the painting,

I would like to make one statement.

Never has an artist had a more lovely model.

[ All Murmuring ]

It would have taken a Michelangelo or a da Vinci to do her justice,

but I have done the best I could,

and I hope it will meet with your approval.

[ Woman ] Oh, that's beautiful. [ Man ] Whoo-ee!

[ All Chattering ]

Oh, Miss Maggie!

Look at that.

It's so beautiful it makes me want to cry.

[ Woman ] It's beautiful, isn't it?

Well, how do you like it?

I know you will tell me the truth.

[ Garth ] It's magnificent.

You understood your subject.

Yes, I believe I do.

Didn't he do a wonderful job?

Flattering, but--Oh, no. Not this time.

All right, come and get it, everybody.

[ Woman ] Oh, this is a surprise.

Would you please help serve the champagne?Sure.

[ Betsy ] Lovely, isn't it?

Yes.

[ Reba ] Ladies first.

[ Man ] Don't stint on it. [ Laughs ]

[ Chattering Continues ]

There you are, Judge.Thank you, Reba.

Maggie, where is he?

He's finishing packing, I guess.

I've gotta find him. I've got a bank draft for him. Excuse me.

You know, Maggie, I might have that fella do one of Martha.

I'm afraid he's leaving.Oh?

Well, that's too bad.

Yes, it is.

Monsieur?

[ Footsteps ]

Miss Menken sent me to get Monsieur Boulanger's suitcase.

If you see him, tell him I want to see him here.Yes, sir.

Isn't he here?

No.

I was waiting till you paid him before I came in,

which is pretty silly, considering it's my money.

But I am embarrassed about it,

now that I know him so well.

Just how well do you think you know him?

I know you don't care for him, Henry.

I didn't either at first.

But now-- [ Exhales ]

all I can say is,

I wish he wouldn't go.

And I'm not being a foolish widow, Henry.

I know he does have to go,

and I know I'll probably never see him again.

But that doesn't change the fact that...

he's made me feel alive again,

for the first time in a long time.

I'll always be grateful to him for that.

I know.

He's getting a lot of money for the portrait.

But there's more to him than that.

He's warm.

He's charming.

He's decent.

And I'd better be going...

before I dobecome a foolish widow.

[ Footsteps ]

You were looking for me, monsieur?

I have your bank draft here.

As executor of Maggie's estate, I had to co-sign it.

Thank you.

That, plus what you can get for the Tintoretto,

should make this a... profitable visit.

[ Chuckles ] I do not understand what you mean, monsieur.

I think you do.

[ Sighs ]

Apparently I am not as good a painter as I thought.

You're a very good painter,

but even you can't make an oil painting dry overnight.

And now that you know, I assume you intend to expose me.

You can drop the foreign accent.

[ Sighs ]

[ Without Accent ] Thought I did it rather well.

I really did spend time in Paris, you know.

So did I.

I'm curious about why you came here in the first place.

You didn't know then you were going to find that other painting.

And even $1,500--

This is quite a bit off the beaten track for a Chicago society painter.

That's why I did it.

I didn't think anybody'd be able to find me here,

especially a couple of fellas that say I owe 'em $5,000...

and are prepared to take it out of my hide if I don't pay up.

Unfortunately, they found out where I was anyway.

They're in town now, waiting for me.

You figured the Tintoretto would pay 'em off.

With a bit left over.

It would give me time to breathe again.

Maybe even-- even paint something worthwhile...

before I had to go back to the Sophie Fessendens.

You weren't concerned with how Maggie would take it when she'd find out?

She will, you know, sooner or later.

Self-preservation is a pretty strong instinct, Judge,

even in the lowest form of animal life.

But I don't have to tell you that.

You had me pegged from the moment I arrived.

I thought I did, but--

Then I was beginning to think I was wrong.

So, where do we go from here?

Take the painting and get out.

You mean--

You mean that?

Yes.

Why?

You wouldn't understand.

You mean...

you'd let me walk out of here with the real Tintoretto,

just to keep Maggie from--

The rig's waitin' in front.

[ Door Closes ]

[ People Chattering ]

[ Yelps, Groans ]

[ Chattering ]

Did you find him?

I paid him off.

Oh. Then he is going?

Yes.

I was hoping at the last minute he'd change his--

Let him go, Maggie.

I haven't much choice.

You all set?[ Exhales ] All set.

Charles.

You were going without even saying good-bye.

[ With French Accent ] I am not very good at saying good-bye.

Au revoir then.

Au revoir.

[ Kisses, Clicks Tongue ]

[ Chattering ]

Well, join us, Henry?Where's Maggie?

She just went out the back door, Judge.

I guess this is a pretty big day for her. She ought to be mighty happy.

Your guests are leaving.

I know I'm being a bad hostess.

I don't feel like seeing anyone right now.

He's not for you, Maggie. Believe me.

Apparently he feels the same way.

You may not think so now, but it's good he left when he did.

Don't touch that.

I'm only straightening it.

What is it?

What are you doing?

Is anything wrong?

Mmm? No. Nothing's wrong.

Nothing at all.

[ Door Closes ]

We had a lovely time, and be sure and tell her that we loved her portrait.

Excuse me. I want you and Belden to go after Boulanger.

If the train's already left, stop it.Stop the train?

That's right. I can't explain now, but get going.

You might run into a little opposition, but don't let it stop you.

Yes, sir.

What's this all about?

Not too sure I know.

Well--

This bank draft just about covers the collection expenses.

Now let's see that painting.

[ Sighs ] I haven't got it.

What do you mean you haven't got it?Judge Garth found out about it.

She got the real one. He took it back.

You trying to fool us?

The one I painted is in my luggage.

Any art dealer will tell you what it is.

You can get maybe $10 for it--

if you have a good frame.

You know what's gonna happen to you when we get off this train?

Yeah, I've got a rough idea.

No, you don't, mister.

Whoa! Whoa!

What's up?Train still in town?

Still there when I left. Why?

Tell you when we get there. Come on.

Hyah! Get up!

[ Whistle Blows ]

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

[ Whistle Blowing ]

Sorry to delay you, but we have to get a man off the train.

What'd he stop for?Who knows in a place like this?

[ Passengers Murmuring ]

Judge Garth wants to see you. Better get your luggage.

I don't wanna hold the train up any longer than I have to.

[ Without Accent ] The judge sent for me?

Now wait a minute. You can't come busting in here.

- Conductor, make 'em show their warrant. - We're not arresting him.

If he wants to go with them, it's none of my business.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

Beat it, cowboy, before you get hurt. [ Groans ]

- Nice going. - My pleasure.

You want this?

How far are they going?Chicago.

Give this back to 'em when they get there.

Thanks for the use of the train.

Have a nice trip.

[ Horses Approaching ]

You were right about us having a little opposition, Judge.

There he is. We'll see you at the ranch.

Well, I never thought I'd see this place again.

You know why I sent for you, don't you?

Yeah. You found the picture--

sooner than I thought you would.

Why'd you do it?

Man doesn't have to have a reason for everything he does.

She's waiting for you in the guest house.

Go on in.

Miss Maggie, you sure I can't get you something?

No, thank you, Reba. I'm just tired.

[ Door Opens ]I don't want to see anyone--

Uh-- Why, I've got something on the stove.

[ Door Closes ][ French Pronunciation ] Charles.

[ Without Accent ] Charles. Just Charles Baker.

[ Chuckles ] I'm no more French than Reba.

Is that what you came back to tell me?

It's part of it. I'm afraid there's more.

I don't want to hear it.

You'll have to.

Later, that is, if you're staying in Medicine Bow.

I'd like to.

Then there'll be plenty of time.

[ Clanging ]

[ Laughs ][ Chuckles ]

[ Clanging ]

Besides, I couldn't leave without painting Reba.

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