All language subtitles for The Big Valley - 01x23 - The Fallen Hawk.EN

Stay with him, Heath!
You've got him!

Whoa.! Whoa.!

You've got him!
Can I bring anything from town?

Yeah! A nice, soft pillow.

Yes!

- I hope the next one's got a broken leg.
- Heath.!

You make it look real easy.

How are you, old buddy? I was just
riding by. Thought I'd say hello.

Hey, you remember that time we's down
in Tucson, and you took that job busting broncs?

- What do you want, Ward?
- I told you. I was just riding by and I-

Okay, so I was not exactly just riding by.

As a matter of fact,
I come to ask a favor of you.

You want to borrow
some more money, Ward?

You know me pretty well, don't you, old buddy?

Yeah, Ward,
I know you pretty well.

Well, I need
a hundred bucks, Heath.

I plan to do some fixing up
around that stump ranch of mine-

That's the same excuse you gave me
last month to borrow $50.

I've got to learn to
keep my stories straight, don't I?

- Say hello to Nora for me.
- Yeah, well-

Well, Heath, I really do
need that money, old buddy.

All right.

I'll give you a chance to earn it.

Earn? How?

Break that bronc.

Are you serious?

Well, if that's it.

That's it.

Okay.

Hold it, Dave!
Mr. Whitcomb's gonna ride this one.

Okay, Heath.

Ready? Let 'er go!

Ward!

Ward!

Somebody ride for the doctor.

I thought that's what we hired Dave for, to do
bronc busting. What's Whitcomb doing out there?

Oh, Nick, honey, not now.

Who's this?

- It isn't serious, is it?
- Well, we don't know yet.

Mother, this is Ward's wife, Nora.

- And this is my brother Nick.
- How do you do? I'm so sorry.

- How did this happen?
- Well, it was my idea.

Well, where is he?

Here comes the doctor now.

Doctor, this is Mrs. Whitcomb.

- How do you do, Mrs. Whitcomb?
- Ward's going to be all right, isn't he, Doctor?

Well, it's a little too early to tell.

- Well, what is it?
- His legs.

They're paralyzed.

Now, it could be
a temporary condition...

a small spinal fracture
impinging on a nerve.

I'm afraid only time
can tell us that.

But there must be
something you can do.

Very little... for the moment.

I've given him something to, uh,
reduce the pain and help him sleep.

He mustn't be moved.
Not for the present, at least.

- Can I see him?
- Of course.

I'll take you up to him.

- I'll drop by tomorrow.
- Thank you, Doc.

- Good-bye now.
- Bye.

- Whitcomb ever been on a bronc before?
- Accidents happen.

- You're not answering the question.
- I don't know.

You don't know? You put a man
up on a bronc, and you don't know.

Get your spurs out of me.

Heath!

All right, I... guess I came down
a little too heavy.

Easy, boy.

- Easy there. Easy, boy.
- What are you going to do?

Whoa. Whoa.
I'm gonna break that horse.

Go ahead. Break your back...
if you think it will help.

Silas has some supper for you.

- I'm not hungry.
- Oh, Heath, it was an accident.

- Nick was right. I shouldn't have made him ride.
- Why did you?

All of a sudden I got fed up with him
coming around asking for money.

I was gonna make him earn it.
Well, I guess I did, didn't I?

How much money
have you given him?

- Around 300.
- Why?

Because he's an old friend.

Is that the only reason?

When he came to Stockton a couple of
months ago, he picked up the old Palmer place...

and he kept talking how
he was gonna fix it up and settle down.

Oh, I know he didn't mean it, but-

Look, when you've grown up
with someone...

when you've worked with him,
ridden with him, hunted with him...

you can't help but feel something.

That you owe him something?

Not that exactly,
but that you got to help him.

You just don't know
how it was with Ward.

He- He never could
make anything work.

Did he really try?

Oh, a couple of times, but he was always
getting lost in some scheme for striking it rich.

And he was always talked about how
we were gonna live off the fat of the land...

when he made that big strike.

But he never did.

Suddenly, all of Ward's dreams came true.
But not for him, for you.

And now you feel guilty about it.
That's the truth, isn't it?

I don't know.

Oh, I think Ward does.

I think he wants you to feel
that you owe him something.

And now I do.

What are you laughing at?

Oh, I don't know.
I just felt like laughing.

Remember when we used
to laugh about nothing?

We used to laugh all the time.

- We still do.
- Alone.

Oh, come on, honey.
Cheer up.

Why, I'm gonna be out of this bed
and on my feet in no time at all.

- I'm sure you will.
- And then you know what we're gonna do?

What?

We're going to buy you a new outfit
from your head to your toe...

and go to San Francisco
and have ourselves a real time.

- How do you like that?
- Well, I'd- I'd love it.

Of course, I'm gonna have to mix
some business with pleasure.

I know some men I might
be able to get interested...

in that logging deal up in Montana
Shad Martin was tellin' me about.

You know, if I could bring some-

Some investors to Shad, why-

Why, he'djust have to
cut me in on that timber deal.

- You know that, don't you?
- Oh, yeah, I-

Yeah, I guess he would.

And then, we- We could buy us
a spreadjust like this one.

And hire somebody
to run it for us.

Now wouldn't that be something?

To have a placejust like this?

Ooh, I'm gonna get myself in on that
timber deal of Shad's someway.

I'm not gonna miss this chance.

Now, I mean that, honey.

Yes, Ward.

I mean that.

Nora?

I saw the doctor driving away.
What did he say?

- I can take Ward home tomorrow.
- Home?

But don't you think he ought to stay here
where he can get the attention he needs?

He can get all the attention
he needs at home.

- And besides, we can't impose any longer.
- You're not imposing.

All right.

No, I just think he would
feel better if he were at home.

And I know I would-
back in my own place, in my own kitchen.

Well, you know what a nester I am.

Just don't worry about us.
We'll be fine.

All right.

Uh, he's awake.
Would you like to see him?

Morning, Nora.

- Morning.
- Heath.

Mornin'.

Heath, uh, I'd like to
have a word with you, if I might.

Tell Ward I'll be up in a minute.

Boy, the sky's falling down. We've got
about a week's work to do today.

West boundary fence
needs mending.

Got to get a crew of men to work
on that road into Long Meadows...

and we got about four or five
broncs to bust.

And ole McColl says if we don't
get those cows out to pasture pret-

Well, now, boy, you haven't
heard a word I said.

Huh? Oh, sorry, Nick. I was just-

Aw, look, Heath.

Take my word for it.
Whitcomb's gonna be all right.

Now, I know a lot of men
that were in worse condition than he is.

And today, they're just
as good as ever.

I know some men who aren't.

Whoa. Whoa.

You know, a good fire'd
do wonders for this place.

Easy, now. Nice and gentle.

I've been meaning to do some fixing up
around here, but, well, you know me, Heath.

Never do today what you can
put off till tomorrow.

- Well, what's this?
- I brought it out here this morning for you.

- Aw, sit you down here.
- Thanks a lot, old buddy.

Hey, let us give it a whirl.

This is all right,
you know that?

I've been wondering how
I was going to get around.

Well, uh, I better get on back.

- Thanks, Nick.
- Oh, no. None of that.

- I'll see you at home, all right?
- Yeah.

- Thanks for everything, Nick.
- Uh, uh-

Nora, why don't you get
that bottle from the cupboard...

so Heath here and me
can have a drink?

- Some other time, Ward.
- Oh, come on! Now, cheer up!

You look like you'd just
come back from buryin' me.

- Ward!
- Well, he does! And so do you.

Oh, look, I know
what you're thinkin'.

Poor ole Ward, tied to a wheelchair
for the rest of his life, and it's all my fault.

Ward, please!

Well, don't kid yourself,
old buddy.

In the first place, it wasn't your fault.
Not all of it anyway.

And in the second place, I'm gonna be
out of this thing before you know about it.

As a matter of fact, I've been
meaning to talk to you about that.

Now, you save that bronc
for me, you hear?

I still want to earn
that hundred bucks. Okay?

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

You do that.

Oh, no, Heath.
Uh-uh.

It's the hundred dollars
I promised Ward for riding that bronc.

Not for riding it, for breaking it.
That's what Ward told me.

But how're you gonna get by?

Oh, that's our problem,
Ward's and mine, not yours.

Ward! Ward.

Leave me alone.!

I'll be all right!
That goes for you too, old buddy.

I might not have been able
to ride that bronc of yours...

but no little old wheelchair is going to
throw me and get away with it.

I guess I'm going to need
your help after all, old buddy.

You told me to fix that board, didn't you?
Before somebody got hurt.

I think
I wanna lie down.

No, it's all right, Heath.
I can do it myself.

I'll be out in a minute.

Gonna pay cash?

I could put it on the ranch account.

This isn't for the ranch.

- You know Mrs. Whitcomb, don't you?
- Sure.

She comes in for anything, you let her
have it. I'll pick up the bill later.

I-I heard what happened out at the ranch.
It's too bad. I, uh-

Yeah.

It's Heath.

- Hello, Heath.
- Hi.

What's all this?

I heard Ward say he wanted to make some
repairs. Thought I'd get started on 'em.

- Morning!
- Morning, Ward.

You can't. You've got
your own work at the ranch.

- Now, Nora, don't argue, you hear?
- But-Ward-

Honey, you know Heath.
As stubborn as a mule.

Once he gets his mind set, well,
there's nothing I can do about it.

Leastwise, not in my present condition.

- You want a cup of coffee before you get to work?
- No, thanks.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah. Keep that end from slidin' over, will you?

Oh, okay.

Watch your finger now.

Oh, well, I guess I better
go around the back way.

No, here.
Let me have that.

Step up here.

- Good morning, Nick.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my, aren't we all
in a nice, sunny humor this morning?

- Heath's gone?
- Mm-hmm.

- I don't have to ask where, now, do I?
- I suspect not.

Mm-hmm. How long's
this gonna be goin' on?

- He's been at the Whitcombs every day this week.
- Oh, Nick, be a little patient.

Patient.! How patient can I get?
There's a lot of work to be done around here.!

- Take it easy, Nick.
- Look who's talkin'!

I think Nick's right.
And since you're so relaxed about it...

why don't you stay here and help out
instead of going to San Francisco?

Quiet, child.

Silas!

What is it you want?

- More ham!
- More ham?

Well, I have to do
the work for two men...

so I figure I better
eat the food for two men, don't you?

- Absolutely.
- Oh.

- Hello, Nora.
- Hello, Ben.

You look prettier
every time I see you.

- Where's Ward?
- He's still sleepin'.

Rode into town
just last night.

Heard what happened.
It's too bad.

You don't have a cup
of that good coffee of yours, do you?

You know, the thing I remember most when I
stayed with you and Ward in Hangtown that time...

was your coffee.

Thank you.

- I'll call Ward.
- Wait a minute, Nora. I wanna talk to you.

Look, the reason
I came to Stockton...

was to see if Ward could pay me back
the money he owed me.

What money?

I guess he never told you about it.

He borrowed 50 bucks from me
when you and him left Hangtown.

Ah, of course, I- I didn't know
about him gettin' hurt...

so I guess I'll just
have to forget about it.

No, you don't have to forget about it.
We've got the money to pay you.

It must be hard for you...
not to have a man around.

I mean, a- a man
to do things for you.

I was thinkin', maybe I'd hang around
and give you a hand.

If you've got a spare room,
well, I'll move right in and-

We oughta be able to work out
somethin' about payin' that money back...

some other way.

Let me go! Let me go!

No! Stop it!

Stop it.! Get off!

- Stop! Get off! Let me go!
- Nora?

Nora!

Stop!

- Stop it.!
- Nora!

Oh, help!

Nora!

Stop.! Oh, help.!

No! Don't! Stop it, Heath!

Stop it! Stop it, Heath.

Stop it, Heath!

Stop it!

Get out.

Sorry, friend. I didn't know
there was somebody here ahead of me.

Heath!

What's that?

- What?
- Listen.

- Don't hear a thing.
- Shh.

Oh, that.
That's a whiskey jack.

- A what?
- A whiskey jack.

They're real pesky critters.
A kind of a jay.

You know, they'll steal side pork
right out of a hot fryin'pan?

Listen.

How'd you learn to talk to 'em?

Well, I'll have you know I was champion
bird caller of Calaveras County...

before I was 10 years old.

Really?

I could imitate 20 different kinds of birds.
Modoc Indian taught me.

That was a nice sound too.

It's good to laugh again.

Thank you for taking me
to church, Heath.

Welcome. You know, you've been tied down
pretty close these last couple of weeks.

Being tied down is one thing I've never
had enough of. I told you. I'm a nester.

Most women are.

Heath-

Heath, I-

I don't want you to come around
anymore. Ward is using you.

It's only been
a couple of weeks, Nora.

But when does it stop?
A couple months, or a couple years?

Uh-uh. Not if Ward doesn't want it to.

You know him. You know
he has a way of trapping people.

Did he trap you?

Yeah, I suppose so.

But for nearly five years,
you've stayed with him.

Well, you know
where he found me.

Not yet 17 and already
working in a saloon.

Whatever he's given me
is better than that.

And he loves me, Heath.

He's given me that.

Please stay away.

Not while he's still
in that wheelchair.

Please, Heath, do as I ask you.

Nora, I don't know where it all ends.

But it's not here. Not now.

- Give me a beer, Milt.
- Sure thing, Mr. Barkley.

Just because Whitcomb can't walk
don't mean he can't see...

what's goin' on with Barkley
at that ranch every day.

- Why don't he do something about it?
- What can he do?

I know what I'd do if some guy
was foolin' around with my woman.

You'd be strung up
before you knew what happened.

I understand you don't kill a Barkley
around here and get away with it.

Not even a half a Barkley.
Even if he steals your wife.

I guess you boys are talking for my benefit...

so, uh, I won't bother
asking you to take it back.

Get up. You.

- Who me?
- Yeah, you. Up.

Sure.

We're all thinkin'
the same thing, Barkley.

I was wondering what made the stink so bad.

Come on. Get out.

Now, if you boys'd like to finish this
outside, I'd gladly accommodate you.

That goes for you too, boy.

- Well?
- I don't think they like the odds.

Okay, get out.

Hey, uh, Milt-

Uh, let's make it whiskey
this time, huh?

Phew.

Good morning, Mr. Pursey.
How nice of you to drop by.

Please, sit down.
May I get you something? Tea? Coffee?

No, thank you.

- If you don't mind, I'll come right to the point of my visit.
- Please do.

Mrs. Barkley...

last evening, at a meeting
of the board of deacons of the church...

the subject of Heath was brought up.

The subject of Heath? Now, what on earth
is the subject of Heath?

The board has voiced
its disapproval of Heath...

escorting Mrs. Whitcomb
to services last Sunday.

Go on.

The deacons feel that...
under the circumstances-

What circumstances?

Well, surely you've
heard the talk.

No, Mr. Pursey, for the purpose of this
conversation, I have not heard the talk.

Suppose you tell me about it.

Mrs. Barkley,
you're making this very difficult.

That's my intention, for I will not
get down and wallow in the mud...

with any self-anointed,
self-righteous bigots!

- Mrs. Barkley!
- Does Reverend Stacey know about this visit?

Well, no. And since he is only
a servant of the congregation-

Is that what he is?
Well, now, that surprises me...

as I'm sure it will Reverend Stacey
when I tell him about it.

Because I'm sure
he's under the impression...

that he's the servant of much worthier,
much higher power.

Good day, Mr. Pursey.

Mrs. Barkley, if I have offended you-

You have, indeed. And may I suggest
that you quit while you're ahead?

Good day.

Can I help you?

- I might find something for you to do.
- 'Kay.

- Hold the end of this board for me.
- Okay.

- You callin'it a day?
- Yeah.

Why don't you join me
in a drink?

Well, come on.

Well, here's to, uh...

nothing.

What does that mean?

Oh, it's just the last
couple of days-

I don't want Nora to know.
Not yet anyway.

- Know what?
- I've stopped kidding myself.

I'm never gonna
get out of this wheelchair.

Oh, Ward,
don't talk like that.

Oh, I know.
I know I shouldn't feel that way, but-

Well, I've been thinking.

Nora and I can't go on
livin' like this, Heath.

Not depending on you
for everything.

- Don't worry about it.
- You've been great, just-just great.

But, uh-

I want to show you something.

Here. Take a look at this.

Well, come on.
I want you to read it.

A man I know, Shad Martin, and I were
talking about it just before the accident.

Uh, timber?

Uh-huh. Ten million board feet of it, just
waiting to be cut and sold to the mines in Butte.

Now, he already has
an option on the timber.

Now all he needs is a little capital to
buy equipment, hire crews to start cutting.

It's all there. Take it. Read it.

It's solid, Heath.
It's the chance of a lifetime!

How much capital?

Oh, I can get 50%
of the operation dirt cheap.

And you know how much
the Montana mines are paying for timber?

Well, it's all in there.
Shad has all the facts.

How much, Ward?

$5,000.

I don't want to go living on charity
for the rest of my life, Heath.

Ward, I don't have
that kind of money.

- Yeah, but your family does.
- Yes, but I can't-

Look, I'm not blaming you
for what happened.

At leastwise, no more
than you're blaming yourself.

I didn't have to ride that horse.

But you knew that I wasn't a bronc rider...
and that something could have happened.

Oh, not this bad, no, but-

$5,000 is a lot of money, I guess.
Maybe it's too much.

Maybe it isn't enough.

I don't know what the price
of a pair of legs is. Do you?

$5,000.!

I know how much I'm asking.
And I know I don't have any right-

All right, now you just put a cork
on that kind of talk, huh?

Nick's right. This isn't only your problem,
Heath. It's the whole family's.

I'd like to put a name on that.
Blackmail.

- You don't think we owe him anything?
- No, no. I'm not saying that.

But I am saying
he's using Heath.

Heath, after all, didn't put a gun
to his head to make him ride that bronc.

Besides, who says Whitcomb
will never walk again?

- Not Doc Merar.
- On the other hand, he didn't say he would either.

Heath, as far as I'm concerned,
you can have the money.

Thanks, Jarrod.

Well-

Audra?

Well, I think Nick's right,
that it's blackmail.

But if Heath wants the money-

Mother, what do you say?

Does Nora know about this?

I don't know. I doubt it.
But she'll go along. She has to.

It's either that
or go back to some saloon.

Oh.

Jarrod, would you go to the bank with Heath
in the morning and get the money?

Thank you.

- You going somewhere?
- For a walk.

You don't want to be here
when Heath comes with the money.

I'm ashamed, Ward.

Ashamed of you for taking the money...
and of myself for letting you.

Uh, why didn't you
try to stop me then?

Could I stop you?

Maybe.
If you'd wanted to.

But you don't want to.

Nora, I know
what's been happening.

I know you're falling
in love with Heath.

What are you talkin' about?

Now, I don't blame you.
In fact, I understand.

No, I don't think so.

Yes, I do.

Oh, you don't-You don't want to
fall in love with Heath, but you are.

And if you stay here, you will.

You know there's only
one way to stop it.

Get away. Never see Heath again.

And that's why you
want the money.

Now, go on for your walk.

You knew what was happening,
and all you did was sit and watch?

Do you think I enjoyed it?

Yeah, I think you did.

War-

Ward?

You didn't walk very far.

Yeah, I was going to tell you
after we got to Montana.

I guess it doesn't matter.

Course, it would be better
if Heath doesn't know about it.

You can't do this, Ward.

Aw, come on, now. Look, Nora!

I've closed my eyes to
a lot of things!

And I told myself that they didn't matter!
But not this time!

You can't do this to Heath.
If you don't tell him, I will.

Now, Nora, we are this close...

just this close, to having everything
I always wanted for us.

But I've already got everything
I ever wanted, right here.

- What? This place?
- Yes! That's what I came back to tell you!

To beg you not to take
the money from Heath.

Ward, we could make something
for ourselves here! We could-

Oh, no. I'm not gonna spend the rest of
my life scratching in dirt for a living.

Now, you don't want the money, okay.
Don't take it.

But I'm going to.

Please.

Look, why don't you go back
to that saloon where I found you?

Maybe you'd like it better there.

I'm going to Heath,
and I'm gonna tell him.

- No. No, look. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't-
- Let me go!

- I didn't mean to-
- Let me go!

- No! I'm not gonna let you go!
- Let go, Ward!

You're not gonna tell Heath.
You promise me that?

- No!
- You're not goin' to Heath.

- You promise me that?
- Ward, you're choking me.

I can't- I can't breathe.

You promise me you're not going to Heath?

You're not gonna tell Heath!
Not now, not ever!

Ward.

Nora?

Nora.

Come in!

You bring it?

Yep.

Thanks, old buddy.

Where's Nora?

I think she, uh, said she was going
for a walk or somethin'.

Oh. Well, good luck in Montana.

- Thanks a lot.
- And you'll say good-bye to Nora for me?

Yeah, sure.

- Heath.
- Yeah?

Take off your gun belt, old buddy.
Toss it down there on the floor.

Do it, Heath.

How long have you been walkin'?

A few days now.

Where did you say Nora was?

She's on the sofa.

- Wh-
- She's dead, Heath.

What?

I didn't mean to do it.
It was an accident.

Course, you won't believe that,
and neither will anybody else.

So I guess I'm gonna
have to kill you.

I can't help it. I gotta have a story
that the Sheriff'll believe.

I found you and Nora together...

and I just lost my head,
like any husband might.

I'm really sorry, Heath.

Ward, she's alive.

No. No, you're not going to
make me fall for a trick like that.

Well, go on. Look for yourself!

Well, go on. Look.

One way or another,
I always foul things up, don't I?

Yeah. One way or another.

You'd think after so many rooms and
so many houses, one more wouldn't matter.

You don't have to go.

Well, there's nothing here for me.

I tried hard to believe that there was.

Almost had myself convinced of it.

You know, Ward accused me
of being in love with you.

I tried to deny it, but I couldn't...

because I wasn't sure.

But now I know that all I really wanted
was for Ward to be the man that you are.

The truth is, you've always loved him.

I don't know.

Even after what's happened,
I don't know.

But I do know this.

That Ward didn't trap me.

See, I don't think that
anyone can really trap another.

I think you trap yourself,
and you free yourself.

And I am free now.

'Cause I no longer have to live on
the hope that Ward will ever change.

And if he does?

Well, he's not far.
He's in Denver.

And if he does, I mean
if he really does change, he'll find me.

Shall we go?