All language subtitles for S03E13 - Portrait of a Widow

[ 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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