All language subtitles for From Noon Till Three.1976.WEBRip.iTunes.en-US

It's awful damn quiet.

I don't like it.

He don't like it, either.

Where do you suppose
everyone is?

I don't know and I don't care,
as long as they stay there.

Reach!

Everybody cooperates,
nobody gets hurt.

What the hell is goin' on?

Look sharp, boys.

He wants to vamoose.

Me, too.

Did you say, "Vamoose"?

Is that what you said?

Do you still wanna vamoose?

This is our lucky day, boys.

The one I've waited
my whole life for.

Yahoo! Yahoo!

-You nuts?
-Yes, sir, come this way.

I'm not nuts. No!

Easy, now.

Don't get
too anxious. Easy.

Easy, now. Easy.

Go get it! Go get it!

Fill those bags.

Fill 'em up high, boys.

Mostly 50s and 100s.

Don't take
anything smaller.

Your first job,
you're gonna be able to retire.

I can buy my folks
that farm.

What are you
gonna do, Buck?

I'm gonna sit
in a rocking chair

and go fishin' for
the rest of my life.

What about you?

He'll piss his all away
on dames, be broke in a week.

That's a damn lie.

A month maybe,
but not a week.

-Look, mine's full.
-Mine, too.

Well, there's
plenty more, boys. Don't be bashful.

In your shirts.
In your shirts.

In your panties.
In your panties.

Under your hats.

Stuff! Stuff! Stuff!

This is the propitious moment.
Mmm-hmm!

You're a little
shy there, son. Here.

Come on.

Not a person.
Not a sound.

Maybe it was some
kind of an epidemic.

He says, maybe a siesta.

You tell him this is the United
States and we got better things to do

with our time than to
lie around on our asses

in the middle of the day.

Oh, shit!

-What's the matter?
-Up there.

Just keep goin'
like nothin' was wrong.

No!

No!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Well, what is it?
Something wrong?

Nightmare.

He says it serves you right
for eatin' all that chili.

We got
a busy day tomorrow.

Quit your gabbing.

Buck?

Yeah.

You think there's
enough money in that bank

to make it worthwhile?

Yes.

What was that
you dreamed about?

Nothing.

You mean
you don't remember?

No.

It must have been something pretty
awful to make you scream...

-I don't remember, kid!
-Go to sleep!

I never robbed a bank
with a virgin before.

A double virgin.

His first raid
and never been laid.

Give the kid a break.

It don't bother me none.

Graham knows some girls
who'd be glad to cure you

of that second condition.
Right, Graham?

Why don't you give
your ass a chance?

That's enough!

He says
you sound kinda edgy.

Whoa!

Whoa. Easy, easy.

Ho, boy. Ho, boy.

No.

How did it happen?

Chuck hole.

Boy.

We saw you
at the window, ma'am.

Beautiful place
you have here, ma'am.

What is it you want?

My associates
and I are on our way

to an important business
meeting in Gladstone City.

Unfortunately, this gentleman's horse
broke one of its legs

a few miles back and...

We need a horse.
Got any?

We'd pay top money. Well?

I'm afraid
I don't have any horses,

for sale or otherwise.

What's the barn for?

Horses.

But the couple
that work for me

have taken them
to town for the day.

Now, what do you
suppose that is?

We also keep cows in there.
It was a cow.

I'll go have a look.

Now, if he finds
a horse in there,

you're gonna have to pay
a little fine for lyin', a little penalty.

Do you speak Mexican?

Thankfully, no.

Well?

Well.

There's no horse
in that barn.

Well, somethin'
kicked the stall. We all heard it.

Like she said,
it's a cow.

There isn't
another place

between here and Gladstone City
where we might get a horse

and we can't go in
ridin' double.

Looks like you'll
miss this one, Graham.

Damn, I hate to do that.

I know,
but that's the way it is.

You wait here.

We'll grab a horse
on our way out of town

and pick you up
on the way back.

Can we do it
with just four?

If I had any doubts,
I'd call it off.

He don't get no share.

I'll divide it four ways. Those of you who
want to give him something, can.

He says he never heard a cow
kick a stall like that

and neither did I.

-You sayin' I'm a liar?
-I ain't sayin' nothin'.

I'm just goin' down to
that barn and have a peek

on the chance that you might've
overlooked somethin'.

You take one step toward that barn,
it's the same as callin' me a liar.

I can take that bank with four
men, but I can't do it with three.

We'll continue this
little conversation later.

Whenever you like.

It's noon now.

If everything goes right,
we should be back here by 3:00.

I'll be ready.

She heard everything.

I'll keep an eye on her.

I'm sure you will.

Ma'am.

That horse in the barn
is my dearest pet.

Thank you for lying.

No man with an ounce of regard
for women would have done less.

Very nice.

The house.

Thank you.

Reminds me of the many
fine mansions before the war,

including my own.

I take it you were
not always an outlaw.

I was a colonel
under General Lee.

Returned to find my home
destroyed, business...

Caught one of the carpetbaggers
in the act and shot him.

Forced me into
my present way of life.

Forgive me.

Oh, there's no need
to apologize.

Who lives here besides you?

Just Edna and Sam
who tend the place,

but they're off for the day.
They've gone to town.

Your husband?

He's gone, too.

Where and for how long?

He passed away
two years ago.

-My condolences.
-Thank you.

I'm sorry to have to do this, but force of
habit compels me to search the house

to make sure
there's no one else here.

I understand.

If you like,
I'll lead the way.

If you'd be so kind.

The parlor.

Oh, sorry.

That leads
to the kitchen.

What sort of
a room is this?

The music room.

The room hasn't been used
since my husband died.

Just a minute.

Where does that door go?

The cellar.

I keep preserves
in that corner

and sometimes
a jar explodes.

-You see.
-Yes.

Then let me go.

Sir.

What?

I'd appreciate it
if you'd unhand me.

My apologies.

For a moment there
in the dark

I was transported
to another time

and someone
I held very dear.

I suggest
we resume our tour.

How many rooms?

I've never counted.

I would prefer
you not go in here.

Why not?

Personal reasons.

What kind of a room is it?

I give you my word
there's no one in there.

What kind of a room is it?

A bedroom.

I don't doubt your word,
but if I don't see for myself,

I won't be able to relax.

Where's the key?

It's a shame to damage
such a fine piece of woodwork.

All right.

After you.

Open those.

That one, too.

Who do these belong to?

-Don't touch them!
-Who do they belong to?

Mr. Starbuck.

Who's he?

My husband.

I thought you told me
he passed away.

He did.

Then why are his things
laid out?

Mr. Starbuck died on his way
from town one evening.

His things are lying there
just as they were that night.

They have not
and they never will be disturbed.

How can you sleep in that bed
without disturbing them?

I haven't slept in that bed
since the day it happened.

And now if you don't mind,
I'd like to discontinue this conversation.

If you don't wanna
be reminded of it,

why do you keep
this room like a museum?

You're a beautiful woman

locked away here
in the bloom of your life.

It's a crime
against nature.

What happened
to the gentleman?

The chivalry?

The first law of chivalry is
to rescue ladies in distress

and I never met a lady
more in distress than you.

Your concern is misplaced.

My life is a happy one
and very pleasing to me.

Then why are you crying?

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

-I feel a bit faint.
-Can I get you something?

There's some brandy
in the library.

I'll be right back
in two shakes.

Glad to see
you're feeling better.

Put your hands up.

First rate.

Mr. Starbuck taught me
to use this gun.

I learned well.

Say when.

Your husband
was a lucky man.

Unbuckle your gun belt
and drop it.

Do as I say.

Sit there.

Hands on your head.

Stop rocking.

Yes, ma'am.

But if you move as much
as a hair, I'll shoot.

Yes, ma'am.

If you think
you'll make me so uncomfortable

I'll lower my guard,

you're in for
a big disappointment.

Oh, I had no such intention.

Then why are you
staring at me?

You told me you'd shoot me
if I moved so much as a hair.

That doesn't include your eyes.
You may look where you wish.

Thank you, ma'am.

You're still
staring at me.

You told me I could look
where I wished.

Anywhere, but at me.

It's been a long time
since I slept in a bed like that.

That gray-haired gentleman
in the picture, your father?

That "gray-haired gentleman"
is Mr. Starbuck,

my late husband.

Guess my eyes are not
what they used to be.

I took him to be in his 60s.

He was 45 when he died.

My eyes are worse
than I thought.

They'll provide you with
spectacles when you get to prison.

Have you figured out yet
how you're goin' to get me there?

No.

My friends'll
be back at 3:00

and I'd hate to have
them find us like this.

It would be embarrassing for me
and very dangerous for you.

Well, don't worry.
I'll think of something.

-You know what I think?
-No, and I don't care to.

I think
you already have a plan.

I think you expect company.

I think you expect them
to knock on the door any moment

and you're just playacting
with me until they do.

Think what you wish.

I don't just think it,
I know it and you know how I know it?

You're blushing.
Your cheeks are turning red.

Be still.

-Beet red.
-Shut up!

And gettin' redder
all the time.

What are you doing?

Just makin' sure you don't have
any other weapons.

Get off.

Oh, my God!

Enough!

If you're so depraved,

you'd inflict your desires
on an unwilling body,

then proceed.

I will not react.

No matter what you do,
I won't stir.

I'm about to close my eyes. I will not open
them again until you're through.

-It's Reverend Cabot.
-Not a sound.

If I don't go down,
he'll come in to see what's wrong.

If he does,
he's a dead man.

He has five children.

Let me go down and
send him away, please.

You'd signal him
or try to run off.

I give you my word.

Like you did before
when I went for the brandy?

I didn't give you
my word then.

Now I do.

Let me go to the door
and I'll send him off without signaling

or running away,
so help me God.

And you'll come up here
of your own free will?

Well?

Yes.

Remember the five children.

-Good day, Mrs. Starbuck.
-Good day, Reverend.

I was beginning
to worry about you.

I was lying down.

The fact is,
I don't feel very well,

and I wonder could we put off
our meeting till another day?

Oh, by all means.
Would you like me to fetch the doctor?

Oh, that
isn't necessary.

You do look
a bit feverish.

Oh, it's nothing.

-You sure?
-I'm positive.

Well, I'll be goin' then.
I hope you're soon better.

Thank you,
I'm sure I will be.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Reverend.
-Yes?

What is it?

I'll see you Sunday.

God willing. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The Reverend's gone.

I gave you a chance to get away.
Why didn't you take it?

Because I promised
and I always keep my word.

Three cheers for you.

And now, if it's still your intention
to take me against my will,

I'll disrobe in order
not to ruin my clothes

and to get this filthy business
over as quickly as possible.

No.

You don't want me to disrobe?

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

You've had a change of heart,
praise the Lord.

I'm tempted to let you
believe that.

The truth's not so pretty.

I don't understand.

Just as well.

Is it something
you'd like to talk about?

No.

Well, sharing troubles
often lightens them.

Even if I wanted
to talk about it,

I couldn't
put it into words.

Try.

I can't get it up.

Pardon me?

I am incapable of an erection.

You know
what an erection is?

-See, you're shocked.
-No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

No, no.
Please go on, please.

For seven years,

since the one I loved
passed away,

I've been unable to
perform the sexual act.

About a year ago,
I gave up.

Resigned myself
to being a eunuch.

Do you know
what a eunuch is?

I believe so.

And then
we came to this house.

And you appeared.

When I saw you,

I felt something stir in me
that I thought would never stir again.

The look of you,
the touch of you,

and I was burning
with desire. Burning!

And then that damn Reverend
knocked on the door

and now the moment's gone forever.

Don't! Oh, don't!

-It's the only way.
-Oh, you know...

-Let go.
-Don't give up!

-Let go.
-You mustn't give up!

-Oh!
-Wait!

-Are you all right?
-Shh!

What is it?

The feeling I had
before the Reverend knocked.

I think it's coming back.

There you are, you see.
You must never lose hope.

-But it won't last.
-Yes, it will.

-Oh, no, it won't.
-Try.

-But I can't.
-You must. Please!

It's no use.

Let me try.

All right.
But it won't do any good.

How was that?

It's... It's better.

Keep going.

What's your name?

Graham Dorsey.

Graham Dorsey.
That's nice.

-What's yours?
-Amanda.

That's nice, too.

-Graham?
-Yes, Amanda.

I think I'm in love
with you.

Me, too.

I lied to you before.

Mr. Starbuck was 67
when he died.

Why'd you marry
an old man?

I came from a poor but
prominent family in Boston.

Mr. Starbuck was
looking for a wife.

Friends introduced us
and voila!

Damn.

You're sad again.

Yeah.

Why?

First, because we only
have two hours left.

And second,

maybe the cure you worked
is only temporary.

I can't do anything
about the time.

And the other matter?

Graham.

Graham?

I see a sailing ship.

-Where?
-There.

See the castle?

No.

Turrets, drawbridge,
everything.

Where? You mean that?

Looks more like a bank
we once robbed in Oklahoma.

I bet you robbed
a lot of banks.

Oh, yeah. A lot.

-Any famous ones?
-Sure.

I never heard of the
Buck Bowers Gang until today.

That's because
old Buck is shrewd.

You know, the more
famous a gang gets,

the sooner
they get caught.

So, whenever we pull a job,
we blame it on the Jameses or the Daltons.

But they'll go down in history
and you'll be unremembered.

Who cares about history?

Anyhow, it's the present
that counts

and I can't think of
a sweeter present than now.

Nor I.

If I should die
this very minute,

I wouldn't care a bit.

Well, if it's all the same to you,
I'd rather live,

which I won't be
able to do much longer

if I don't get
something to eat.

Come with me.

Wait. Just a moment.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

-Hmm.
-My hero.

I'm pulling you!

You said
you were hungry. Come on.

What was that?

The water.

Your husband
was quite a dresser.

Help yourself to
anything you like.

I'll go
and prepare us something to eat.

-Hello?
-Here, in the dining room.

Wowee!

Wowee, yourself!

Oh.

Madam.

Sir.

To these several hours,
which have redeemed my life.

I beg your pardon?

To these few hours,
which have redeemed my life.

You were saying?

To these few hours,
which have redeemed my life.

-Do you mind if I begin?
-No, please do.

-More chicken?
-No, thank you.

-More wine?
-Please.

Oh, I forgot the napkins.

Not necessary.

-We've only one hour left.
-Yes.

Suddenly I feel very sad.

There's time enough
for that later.

You're right.

Come with me. Come on.

-What are you doin'?
-I'm resuming my life.

I'll give you a hand.

-Are you ready?
-For what?

We're going to dance.

Oh, why must we part?

Why can't you quit the gang
and stay here?

I'm a wanted man.

We could live in Boston, Europe,
anyplace in the world.

-I don't have any money.
-I do.

Mr. Starbuck
left me a fortune.

I could never allow
a woman to support me.

Well, it would only be temporary
until you went into some business.

I know you'd succeed,
no matter what it was.

There is a business

I've always had
a secret desire to be in.

-What is it?
-Banking.

I'm serious.

Before you rob a bank,
you have to study it carefully.

And over the years,
I've become fascinated with banking.

I do have relatives in the
highest banking circles in Boston.

Wowee!

But wouldn't
you miss the gang?

I mean, the thrill
of the outlaw life?

Maybe, but I'm willing
to take a chance.

Oh, so am I.

Oh!

Oh, stop!

-Nope.
-Oh, please.

-Nope. Nope.
-Please. I'm going to faint.

Okay.

Oh, darling!

Oh, my God. Oh.

-What is it?
-I hear something.

It's Cody Taylor.
He lives on the next farm.

Seems in a hurry.

He's turning in here.

You should've seen it,
Mrs. Starbuck.

I never saw
nothin' like it.

-You should've seen it...
-Cody,

say what you have to
as quietly and simply as you can.

They robbed the bank.
Four men.

At least they tried to.

But somebody
started shootin'

and it was just like
Fourth of July.

I mean,
everybody blastin' away

and people screaming
and bleedin'

and runnin'
in every which way.

Three townspeople and
one of the robbers, a Mexican, killed.

Shot right between the eyes.
Right here.

And the rest of the gang,
what happened to them?

Oh, they were captured.

They're gonna be hung
at 5:00 this afternoon.

I never seen a hangin',
have you?

No.

That's why I stopped.

I was on my way
to fetch my folks.

I thought you might
like to see it, too.

That's very kind
of you, Cody.

Yeah, a triple hangin'.

Now, you better hurry up
or you'll miss it.

Now, I know
how you must feel.

Well, you don't
look very unhappy.

Like they say, it's an ill wind
that doesn't benefit someone.

I fail to see
who benefits from this.

We do. You and me.

With the gang wiped out,
I can stay here.

Well, I'm shocked that you take the
fate of your friends so lightly.

In the outlaw game, you learn to be
realistic and not cry over spilled milk.

But in this case,
the milk isn't spilled yet.

I don't follow.

Well, they won't
be hung until 5:00.

There's still time
for you to do something.

-Such as?
-I don't know.

But surely you're not gonna let your
friends die without raising a hand?

Hell, the nigger
hates my guts

and I never laid eyes
on that kid until three days ago.

Well, what about
Buck Bowers?

You must have
some feeling for him.

Oh, I like Buck,
all right,

but not enough
to commit suicide,

which I'd be doing
if I went anywhere near that town.

Oh, you're saying that
for my sake.

No.

Yes, you are.

Your heart's breaking
for Buck Bowers,

but you're denying
your feelings out of love for me.

You're right.

If it wasn't for you,
I'd try to save them,

regardless of the odds.

-Go!
-What?

Forget me
and try and save them.

You'll never forgive
yourself if you don't

and you'll end up
hating me because of it.

-No, I won't.
-Yes, you will.

Now go before I weaken.

I don't have a horse.

Oh, you can use
my horse, Belle.

Your dearest pet.
I wouldn't dream of it.

I insist. Now, go!

Be careful!

Oh, my word.

Good luck.

I'll do my best.

Oh, my God.

Your clothes!

You forgot to change
your clothes!

All right now, horse,
you and me are gonna find a cozy meadow

and take
a nice long snooze.

Get!

Oh, my God.

Take off your clothes.

Your clothes. Get 'em off.

Not bad. Turn around.

Whoa.

Good day.

Can you direct me
to the nearest town?

You got your nerve showing up
in these parts again.

Must be some mistake.

You're damn right
and you're the one that made it, Dr. Finger.

For removing the gold teeth
from people's mouths

and replacing them with a cheap
substitute that didn't even last a week,

I sentence you
to a year in prison.

I'm not Dr. Finger.

Take him away.

I'm not Dr. Finger.

How are you?

You sure
had us worried.

How long have
I been like this?

Three days.

Go open the drapes.

What have I missed?

All the dead,

townspeople and outlaws,
have been laid to rest.

What about the one
in the dress suit?

One of the gang told
the sheriff he was here

and they were heading this way
when they ran into him.

Don't you have something
to attend to?

Why, no.

Yes, I do.
Excuse me, ma'am.

What is it?

Well?

That man wearing
Mr. Starbuck's clothes

and you in that ball gown,

plus the way you fainted
at the sight of his body.

I'm not ashamed
of anything I've done.

Well, now, that's all right
for Sam, me, and the good Lord,

but now how are you gonna
convince all these other people?

You tell Sam to
get the carriage out.

I'm going to town.

-Good morning, Mr. Hall.
-What can I do for you?

I'd like some
stamps, please.

We don't have any.

What do you mean
you don't have any?

What kind of
a post office is this?

It's a post office of
the United States government,

founded on
an uncompromising respect

for God and the
Ten Commandments.

You've got your nerve.

She's about to shed a tear.

The more you cry,
the less you pee, dearie.

Which one gave you
the best ride?

How was the Mexican?

You're evil!

It may be, as you say,

that I deserve
to be punished.

But if so, let it be
for the right reason.

The man in the tuxedo
was Graham Dorsey.

I never saw him
before that day

and I'll never
see him again.

But I loved him

as deeply and completely
as a woman can love a man.

And I'm not
ashamed to say it.

Those few hours
made my life worthwhile.

I would not undo them
or trade them

for anything
in this world today,

regardless of
what happens here.

Now, do your worst.

Whoa.

What happened?

Never mind that now.
Start packing.

-See anything?
-Nothing so far.

-Well, keep your eyes open.
-I am. I am.

Here, let me do that.
Let me do that.

Here they come!

Here they come!
They're coming! They're coming!

We come in peace.

I don't care how you come.

Get off my property.

Haven't you done enough
to this poor child?

We're here to apologize
for our behavior this morning.

Don't you come any closer.

Like the Reverend said,
what we done was wrong.

We don't approve of
consorting with outlaws,

but we do admire
honesty and guts.

And you showed more than your share
of both this morning.

What you said
about loving him

regardless
of the consequences

makes me cry
when I think of it.

This is Mr. Foster,
a writer from New York city.

I happened to be passing through
town and had the good fortune

of hearing what you said
this morning.

Like everyone else,
I was moved by it.

With your permission
and cooperation,

I would like to do a book
on the entire experience

and share that with
the rest of the world.

I'm ordering my copy now.

Congratulations.

I can't wait
to read your book.

Where would you
like me to start?

The very beginning.

I heard horses.

I looked out the window and
I saw five riders coming along the road.

Little did I know how my life
would be affected by the one riding double.

-Graham Dorsey?
-Yes.

Describe him.

Tall, good-looking.

How tall?

Very.

How good-looking?

Extremely.

Good morning, fellows.

-Good morning, Mr. Hiram.
-Good morning, Mr. Hiram.

-What have you got?
-Have you read this?

Who hasn't?

Well, you remember
in the book

when Amanda talks about
the waltz they danced to?

-Yes.
-Well, we've put words to it.

Let's hear it.

Okay.

Some have a lifetime

Some just a day

Love isn't something
you measure that way

Nothing's ever forever

Forever's a lie

All we have is between
hello and goodbye

It's not
how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye

Some have a lifetime

Some just a day

Love isn't something
you measure that way

Nothing's ever forever

Forever's a lie

"'Ever hear of
the Union Pacific train robbery,

"'the Rock Creek Bank holdup,

"'the Northfield Raid,

"'or the Diablo
Stagecoach job?' Graham asked.

"'Yes,' I said.

"'But I thought
the James Brothers

"'and the Daltons
did all those things.'

"'That's what
everybody thinks,' Graham said.

"'But it was really us,
the Buck Bowers Gang.'"

What's so funny?

That's all bullshit.

Hey,

it just so happens I rode
with Buck Bowers and his gang

when he pulled
some of those jobs.

And Graham Dorsey was
one of my best friends.

Now what do you got to say?

That's good enough for me.

Go on.

"Our hands sought each other
as we lay there.

"'This is the most perfect
moment of my life,' I said."

How much longer
you got?

Forty-three more days.

What are you gonna do
when you get out?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

-How many, sir?
-One.

That's where it happened.
The love story of the century.

The Starbuck Mansion.

While we are not allowed
to enter the house,

Mrs. Starbuck has
graciously consented

that we might
tour the property.

Don't be shy.
Come on.

Here she is.

The wonderful steed who
triggered the events of that fateful day.

The steed that carried
Graham Dorsey

on that futile but gallant ride
to rescue his comrades.

The ride which has earned
him the respect of the world.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a moment of silence

in honor of Graham Dorsey,
if you please.

There
is where they swam

and spent that idyllic
interlude side by side, staring at the sky.

I draw your attention
to the second floor.

Those windows are
the master bedroom windows.

By your reaction I can see
that you all read the book,

so I'll not have to describe
what happened there.

Look, folks,
you're in luck.

It's her.

Oh, and that must be
Edna and Sam.

Correct.

Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor.
How are you today?

Fine, Mrs. Starbuck.
And you?

Never better.

I trust you folks
are enjoying your visit.

Yes, thank you.

It's so nice of you
to let us look about.

To have experienced what I experienced
and not share it would be sinful.

-Would you mind?
-Of course.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Could I borrow
the pencil, please?

Would you mind
autographing mine, too, please?

Of course, I would.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Good day.

Wonderful woman.

Beautiful.

Inspiring.

If you enjoyed the tour,

I hope you'll recommend it
to all your friends.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

I got separated
from the tour.

They left without me and
I wondered if I could trouble you

for a glass of water
before starting the walk back to town.

Of course. Come in.

Sit there and
I'll get your water.

Thank you.

Your water.

Thank you.

So this is where
it all took place.

Yes.

I have a confession
to make.

It was no accident
the tour left without me.

I did it on purpose.

So that I could knock on your door
and get a peek inside.

It's a long walk back
to town just for that.

Well, for the privilege
of speaking to you in person,

drinking water
from a glass you held in your hand,

I'd walk all the way
to Canada.

I'm touched.

You have no idea
what your story means to me.

Well, perhaps you'd like to
see some more of the house.

I don't want to impose,
but there is one thing I'd like to see.

It's exactly the same way
you describe it in your book.

Gleaming floors,
velvet chairs.

The harp.

And the music player.

It's the same song
you and he danced to.

Yes.

It hasn't been touched
since that day.

-I don't suppose...
-What is it?

-I shouldn't ask.
-Please.

I was wondering
if I might play it.

All right.

Sure you don't mind?

Well, I never thought
I could bear to hear that song again.

But now, for some strange reason,
I find myself wanting to.

Please.

May I have this dance?

May I have this dance?

Oh, stop.
Stop. Please stop.

I think
you'd better leave.

And I think you
had better brace yourself for a shock.

I'm shocked
enough already.

Now, will you kindly
remove yourself from these premises?

Suppose I told you
Graham Dorsey's alive.

What would you say?

That you're mad
as well as vulgar.

Suppose I could prove it.

If you don't leave immediately,
I'll ring for the servants.

I saw them leave.

I hope
you have a strong heart.

Why?

Now, what do you say?

Too surprised to speak?
It's me, Graham.

Pinch. Go ahead.

If you're through with
this tasteless little joke,

I'll show you to the door.

No, it's no joke.
I'm him.

I mean, it's me, Graham.

-Yes, of course you are.
-I'm Graham Dorsey.

One's supposed to humor people
like you, but perhaps I can help.

Come with me.
Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Look.

What do you see?

Graham Dorsey.

How tall are you?

5'11".

Graham Dorsey was 6'3".

How would you describe
your appearance?

Inferior, average, superior?

Average.

Graham Dorsey was the
handsomest man I ever met.

Bullshit!

Being Southern
and a gentleman,

Graham Dorsey
would never have used such language.

I'm neither Southern
nor a gentleman.

That's obvious.

I'm Graham Dorsey.

Listen, I know how
shocked you must be,

but I am Graham Dorsey.

Amanda!

Hell, I know where you are.
You're in the cellar.

I picked a flower
and fell in the pond.

That's in the book!

We made love three times.

That's in the book.

The key is kept
behind the statue.

In the book.

You wore lilac perfume.

In the book!

You had tears
in your eyes when I left.

In the book.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna
show you something that's not in the book.

I won't look.

It's you.

You're him.

I don't understand.

I saw your corpse.

Oh, my God.

It can't be.

I'll explain it all later.

Right now, there are
more important things.

It can't be.

But it is, my angel.

Oh, no.

-No, what?
-No lovemaking.

Why not?

Because if we make love,
we'll never be able to say goodbye.

We don't have to say goodbye.
We're going to Boston, remember?

That was before,
when it was just the two of us.

Now we have all
the others to consider.

What others?

All the people throughout the world
who have been affected by our story.

Oh, who gives a damn
about them?

I do.

And so would you if you'd read some
of these letters I've received.

From as far away as Japan,
saying how much my story,

our story,
has lifted their hearts.

Three cheers for the Japanese.
Now, come on over, lie down,

and let's get on
with the reunion.

-Don't you see?
-No.

You and I have become
more than ourselves.

Being more than ourselves,
we're obligated to subordinate

our lesser selves
to our greater selves.

You must be
talking Japanese.

I haven't got
the foggiest notion what you're sayin'.

I'm saying
you and I must part

so that the story
of our love,

which many people
rank with Romeo and Juliet,

can serve as an inspiration
for generations to come.

You see this book,
Principles of Banking?

I've been in prison a year studying it
and dreaming of nothing but you.

Now, come on over here,
lie down and I guarantee

in ten minutes you'll forget
about Romeo, Juliet and the Japanese.

But if people found out
I'd taken up with another man,

it would tarnish
the legend.

I'm not another man.
I'm Graham Dorsey.

We're going to Boston
and I'm gonna be a banker.

What would that gain us?

A happy life.

You'd trade immortal fame
for a happy life in Boston?

Just watch me.

Your name is now spoken
in the same breath as Jesse James.

My name is also
spoken as someone

who was impotent,
which is a damn lie,

an act I put on
for your benefit.

You have any idea
what it's like to be a man

known as a guy
who can't get it up,

and know that reputation's
gonna follow him all through eternity?

Which I'm willing to bear
for something in exchange.

Banking would bore you.
The outlaw game's in your blood.

The outlaw game
is saddle sores!

Rotten grub,
filth, rheumatism.

And if you don't
stop this nonsense,

I'm gonna tell that to the world
along with a few other things,

like the Buck Bowers Gang
was only a two-bit outfit.

And they didn't do any of those things
I told you they did.

And I had no intention of saving
them when I ran into that posse.

And I'm not
the Southern gent

who lied about the horse
in the barn to save you.

I had a dream that the bank job
wasn't gonna work

and I wanted
to get out of it.

I believe
this is called blackmail.

I believe you're right.

You win.

What?

You obviously have the upper hand.
It would be foolish to resist.

You'll go to Boston
with me like we planned?

Yes.

You're giving up
too easily.

I pride myself
on facing facts.

The fact here is I've lost
and I intend to make the best of it.

Still not convinced.

Perhaps this will help.

Leave this house at once
or I'll pull the trigger.

What would
all those others think?

The Japanese?

I'd say you were
a housebreaker.

You wouldn't shoot me.
You couldn't.

Give me your word
you'll never return,

never reveal that
Graham Dorsey isn't dead

and I'll see to it
that you receive $20 a week

for the rest of your life.

That hurts me more than anything
you could have said or done.

$50.

It's not just banking
and going to Boston.

I...

I love you.

$100 a week and
that's my final offer.

I wouldn't care
if it was $1,000.

You either pull that trigger

or you go to
Boston with me.

You're bluffing.

One of us is and
I'm betting it's you.

I will let nothing
spoil our legend.

Nothing.

Oh, no.

No.

Oh, no.

No.

"All flesh is grass.

"And all the goodliness
thereof is as the flower of the field.

"The grass withereth,

"the flower fadeth,

"but the word of our God
shall stand forever."

What a brave and happy face
she maintained to the world.

Amen.

But how her heart
must have ached.

Amen.

Until finally,

unable to bear this life
without her beloved,

she decided to join him,

side by side,
for all eternity.

Amen.

Whoa.

All right.
Out! Everybody!

Come on, come on,
hurry it up. Move, lady.

You, too. Come on.

Red. Red Roxy.

And who the hell
are you?

It's me, Graham.
Graham Dorsey.

What?

Graham Dorsey.
We rode together.

This guy thinks
he's Graham Dorsey.

He's a dreamer.

In case you missed it,

there's a sign on
that door, says, "Private."

It's me, Graham Dorsey.

For crying out loud.
How you been?

All right. You don't seem
surprised I'm not dead.

Ah, in this business
you learn to take everything in stride.

You still like bourbon?

You just said one
of my favorite words.

You stay here while I fetch
us a bottle to celebrate your return.

Don't be long.

Graham Dorsey was 6'4".

The handsomest man
I ever saw.

I'm Graham Dorsey!

Some have a lifetime

Some just a day

Love isn't something
you measure that way

Nothing's ever forever

Forever's a lie

All we have is between
hello and goodbye

It's not
how long the spring

It's not
how wide the sky

It's just
how sweet the time

Between hello
and goodbye

The music has ended...

Here! Here!

You promise not to sing that lousy song
again, I'll give you some more.

Here! Here!

I hope that wasn't
meant to be an insult

against the heroic name
of Graham Dorsey.

"The heroic name
of Graham Dorsey."

Graham Dorsey
was no bigger,

better-looking
or braver than me.

Which is to say,

he was nothing
but a sidewinding faker

and a shit!

-Fill your hand, mister.
-I already did.

My dearest Graham.

My darling Amanda.

It's almost 3:00.

How quickly
the time has gone.

If it were not for my love for
you, I'd try to save Buck Bowers

and the rest of my comrades,
regardless of the odds.

You must do it
in spite of me

or you will regret it
the rest of your life.

You must.

You're right.

My heart is breaking,
but my duty is clear.

Farewell, beloved.

Farewell, my darling.

That's not the way
it was.

I didn't give a damn
what happened to Buck and the others!

She made me go!

I'm the real
Graham Dorsey!

Get off
the stage, buddy!

I tell you there's gold there.

I tell you.
I seen it with my own eyes.

Touched it with my own hands.
I tell you it's there.

Gold. All you want.

Gold. Just for the taking.

The water was so peaceful.

Graham Dorsey?

Yes.

We've been
expecting you. Welcome.

The music has ended

I still hear the song

Our moment was brief

But our kisses were long

Though the loving is over

The love of you stays

And the memory will warm me

The rest of my days

It's not how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye

We never shared September

Or watched
the colors of fall

But in that
wink of time we had

We knew we had it all

It's not how long the spring

It's not how wide the sky

It's just how sweet the time

Between hello and goodbye