02x29 - The Clara Duncan Story

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You're making a mistake.

I'll find my horse. She storm Bruce.

You'll see for yourself.

I love money for your horse.

But the notion.

Well,

you're

right.

Hey, hold on.

Thought I heard something.

All right, let him hang. No.

Well, that'll.

Hold you,
Mr. Garrett. We'll get back to the train.

Oh, thank you,

Eric.

I'm somebody.

Looks like you're trying to catch up.

I was over driving.

That outfit doesn't know horses.

They don't have any heart.

And that's a girl driving that outfit.

Oh, it isn't?

Oh, yeah.

Can you tell me if the Adams train is up
ahead?

The directions we had at Fort
Bridger were so confusing.

This is Major Adams Wagon train.

All right, man, we're camp
just beyond the grove there.

We'll take a little easier with this team.

You'll never make it.

It takes a man to treat horses
with consideration.

It took me to get you this far. Cereal.

Thank you.

I'm so relieved.

Are you with the Adams train? Yes, ma'am.

And I'll be seeing you.

Kinda nice, huh?

Yeah.

She looks very familiar to me. Oh.

Well, at any rate, this
crossing is getting better all the time.

It sure is

entertainment here, sir.

Take.

Pick a line.

Set up, Measure the guy close. Closed it.

Scuse me.

I'm looking for Major Adams.

When you found him, ma'am,
what can I do for you?

Well, we're trying to get some information
about a young man, a painter,

Claude Soriano.

We read
he was with your wagon train last year.

Sure he was.

Yeah, I remember.

I spent quite a bit of time with Claude.

It's nice, fella.

First artist ever met.

He's my son. Oh.

I used to have to warn the folks
to watch their wagon covers freight fraud

and steal them.

Every time you get his hands
on a piece of canvas,

he'd stiffened with shellac
and started painting.

First one side and then the other.

Well, we heard that he was in Ogden,
but since then, we've lost complete

touch with him.

And could be.

As I recall, we were going through the
prettiest country he said he'd ever seen.

So he left the train to paint it.

Just the other side of Ogden,
as I remember.

And I've had his death.

About four or five days.

I'd say you take the cut off two days
this side of Salt Lake City,

and it's two or three
more days on from that Ogden.

You'll be glad to help you find him,
if we can.

Glad to have you aboard. And Mr..

Duncan. And Mr. Soriano

Fleming Financial and get settled for
the night.

I'd be glad to.

Say thanks again.

Pretty C

as major as anybody losing touch with art.

You know, Major, that wagon,
there's this rail line supplies.

I think they're scraping
the bottom of the barrel.

I Yeah, Maybe I'll go see them after
they've had a chance to get settled.

Maybe ask them to supper. Shall I stretch?

Just still a little bit and set that table
family style.

Yeah. Charlie, do that.

But do your stretching with water.

Not those darn Mexican peppers of yours.
Word of honor, major.

Word of honor.

Joined by.

Major. Thanks. Later.

Good evening, folks.

I don't think I told you,
but on this train, we go by ship's orders.

It's customary for newcomers to have
supper the first night with the captain.

That's me.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh, silly.

You know, thank you very much.

My only real hunger
is for the sight of my son.

You'll go flat.

Mr. Soriano. I.

I must urge you to eat something.

Very well.

I'll join you in a moment.

All right, Mr. Duncan.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Duncan,
I don't think you've met Mr.

Garrett.

Thank you, Magic.

Hello And pleasure, Mr. Duncan.

When I saw you earlier,

I had the impression
that I met you somewhere before.

New York.

Philadelphia? No, no, no.

If we had met, I'm sure I'd remember.

Mr. Garrett here as a newspaper man.

So we had to be on our best behavior.

So far, I haven't sent back
anything in my paper except compromise.

Well,
nevertheless, I'll be on my best. God.

Oh, no, please don't be.

I give you my word that

whatever passes between us will be kept
confidential.

Major,
can I trust him? Well, I don't know.

After that,
I think you must come with me, young lady.

Did you

tell Miss Duncan about the can tell us
measure?

Oh, no, I forgot.
They're a mexican family.

They were great friends. Of course.

They gave me a lot of Mexican recipes.

How to cook with hot stuff and things.

Just sort of interest you, Mr.

Soriano,
This Mexican family had a little son

named Chico Bandito Little Bandit.

We call him.

He had a wooden sword, an old burro, and
an old g*n that was bigger than he was.

Captured the wagon
train ten times a day, single handed.

And she hit the train and we lost him.

A couple of days later,

your boy Claude, gave the family
a picture that he'd painted.

Chico Bandito painted from memory.

Oh, I'd love to see it.

You could almost hear him laugh.
It was really. It was that good.

I don't know what ever happened
to the can tell us, but wherever they are.

And she commanded
her will always be with them.

Because of your son's painting.

Did any of you ever hear him

speak of a painting
called Portrait of a Lynching?

I haven't.

This is from a newspaper back home.

It's speaks of Claude joining Wagon Train,

Major Adams,
and then it tells of his painting.

And one picture,
particularly Claude, is quoted as saying

it is called Portrait of a Lynching.

I don't think anyone has ever captured
the lynching before.

That is as genuine as this one.

I'm sure he didn't painted
while he was with us.

The Hill.

Just Taystee Major?

Mm hmm. Delicious.

Thank you,

Mr. Wooster.

You call me?

I like to be in bed all week,

and it's going to be worse.

Major Adams. Yes.

I know.

I'd like to talk to you.

What's the matter?

Aren't you comfortable with Mrs. Miller?

Oh, yes, yes. It's not that. It's
something else.

What is it?

I'd like you to help me find Claude
before his father finds him.

His father,
who came here with him looking for him?

Yes, I know.

We sat side by side on the wagon seat,
but we're really miles apart.

Mr. Duncan.

I try not to interfere in family affairs.

Made your Adams.

I really need your help.

You know, young lady,

I had a long, hard day.

And you're lucky
or as pretty woman as you are.

Otherwise, I wouldn't listen to you.

But you go ahead.

Thank you.

I just have no one else to go to. And

if I don't

find Claude before

first, I'm
afraid I'll just never get a chance to.

To tell him and to explain to him.

I apologize for keeping you up like this
every morning about.

Sir, Maybe you better go
home and sit down. Tell me about it.

Thank you.

Oh, do you mind

if I start at the beginning
so you will understand.

He's doing.

When I was about 12 years

old, Silvio, he was painting,
then found me on the docks,

and he grabbed me and took me to his home
to paint me and Giovanni.

Folks? Yes, My mother.

She made an arrangement with Silvio
that he could bring me up with Claude.

You see, I was one of nine children, and
while she felt she was doing me a favor.

And was she?

Oh, I suppose so. I.

I had more food and better

clothing and a better education. And.

And I was grateful, especially when I met
Claude, because, well, he was lonely and

we were good for each other.

He taught me about music and
and art and books.

He opened up the whole world to me.

He was the first and only man I ever met

and really knew. And

I fell in love with him.

And what about Claude.

Was, yes, he loved me too.

But when we decided to get married,

we planned to go to Italy,
where he had always wanted to go.

But Silvio didn't want that.

And he did everything he could to stop us.

We didn't have any money and

I didn't want to show his paintings.

He felt they just weren't good enough.

But I knew they were wonderful

and I was

desperate, I guess.

So I took the paintings to a gallery.

You did?

The critics were brutal.

Claude was furious.

He stormed into the gallery and

practically reacted

and knocked over a few people.

And he disappeared.

I never even had a chance to tell him
that I did it for his own good.

So you.

You see how terribly hurt he was? And.

And I've just got to find him.

It was all my fault here.

I can begin to see that now.

Well, Mr.

Duncan, day after tomorrow,
you and I part company.

We're going on to Salt Lake City.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to send McCullough
with you to Ogden.

Make sure you get there safely, and
I'll see that he understands your problem.

I hope you find body.

Thank you.

I realize I've kept you up.

Thank you so much for listening to me.

It's all right. Don't

worry anymore.

Thank you.

Night.

Night.

Every morning you come out of your wagon

looking like you're about to go to lunch
at Delmonico's.

It's delightful.
I don't know how to do it.

Speaking of Delmonico's, I'm hungry.

How long till lunch? Lunch?

It's only about seven.

I don't see any clock up there.

The sun makes a perfect clock,
but if you prefer



Oh, don't close it. It's beautiful.

Oh, what an unusual watch it was.

My grandfather's and my father's.

I hope someday to pass it along to my son.

I hope you do.

But first I have to find a wife.

Hmm. That shouldn't be too hard.

Have you found a husband?

I haven't

found him yet.

Let's just say I know who I want.

Do you believe that

you could just look at

somebody
and know that you want to marry them?

That's not the way it happened
with me. It.

It took me a long time.

Thank you for the time of day, Mr.

Gathered. And goodbye.

We're turning off for Ogden
right after lunch.

Not goodbye. Not yet.

I am.

I find that
I have a business appointment in Ogden.

So you'll be seeing more of me.

Does Major Adams know?

Well, these newspaper assignments

come up so suddenly.

Oh, I'll tell him now.

So until later.

All right.

Here we are, Overstock.com.

What's the matter?

Petroleum?

What's the matter?

What's the matter, Slim?

What's troubling you?

I think

you're seeing things.

What's wrong with you?
Tell me this. This a joke?

What's wrong? Oh, it is.

Clara. Is Clara.

I seen her right outside
there with my own eyes.

Clara,

it is Clara.

I've got you over my glasses.

Oh, no.

Okay.

Clara, you're more beautiful than you.

Better

find your eyes.

Just say good.

Luck. You can.

Never have printed that picture of a.

Woman he loved.

Duncan.

Please come in.

Mr. McCullough.

I know that was kind of awkward for you,
but I wouldn't let it bother you.

The men didn't mean any harm.

Well, I've decided to go on back home.

Come a long way. Just turn around.

Sure you won't change your mind.

All right.

I'll make arrangements for
if I can on the stage.

Thank you.

Clara.

Yes, Roger.

Oh, I'm going home.

Sylvia was right.

If Clyde loved me,
he wouldn't have painted that picture.

At least not had it behind a bar.

In a saloon where.

I know Clyde.

I met him here in London about a year ago.

We had a few drinks together,
and he told me about his work, his dreams,

and about two paintings
he was especially proud of.

One that he called the portrait of a lady.

And that one, in their view.

He didn't tell him who you were,

but I know he meant no harm.

I was so intrigued by the title Portrait
of a Lynching

that I had in an article about it
in my paper.

Oh, that's
why your name was familiar to me.

It was your article
that gave Sylvia and myself

the clue to where we might find Claude.

And your painting.

It made me feel that
I really meant it someplace before.

He really must have felt hatred toward me.

I've seen paintings
like in the best museums.

It all depends
on the talent of the painter

and the beauty of the woman.

In this case, both are considerable.

I think that painting and writing
have in common.

Inspiration helps.

This will make a good story.

I suppose you have a right to be upset,

but a good story has a beginning,
a middle and an end.

The end of the story hasn't been told yet.

How about it?

So I think you should go on.

Fine. Clyde.

Find out what he had in mind.

Yes, you're right.

Thank you, Roger.

I'll go on.

If you are Mr.

McCullough for me,

I will.

Excuse me.

Blasphemy.

Fine. Book of art in a saloon.

Oh, Joe, what time you got?

We got a clock.

Yeah, but it stopped.

Oh, no, not again.

You know,

I had the best find piece
one time that a man ever had.

Joe. Wish I could get my hands on it.

Now is a big goal,
what with a great big ruby.

Still lost it at a poker game one night.

And, you know, I played a game of cards.

Sam's. I was so mad at myself.

It's better work than I dreamed
he could do.

It's not what I came west for,
but I must have it.

How much, Joe?

You ain't selling. Claire.

Oh, you, Jack.

Clara ain't for sale, mister.

I'll take it to New York.

Get the best price possible.

I won't take a penny for myself.

You'll get a fortune.

Clara stays right up there.

Even the frame is my son's handwork.

I taught him. How.

How did you get the painting, Joe?

Oh, the artist come in
and ask for some money.

Said he wanted it

to buy some paint and some canvas,
so I gave him what he asked for.

Is there anyone else in town?

No, but one of my son's paintings.

Boy. Sure.

Mr. Walton. Over there.

He bought one for his ranch.

Guess.

Mr. Walton. Yes.

I am Sylvia Soriano.

I understand
you bought one of my son's paintings.

Yeah, Got it at the ranch.

May I ask.

What subject.

It was?

A portrait of a wagon
Master and his scout.

Oh. I'd like to see it.

It's not the one I'm interested in.

Did anyone ever hear of a painting
called Portrait of a Lynching?

Gentlemen, I'm offering a $50

reward in gold for information
regarding that painting.

Oh, I've got a lot of.

There really was a lynching there.

Oh, sure there were.

Or Johnsonville

folks over there were sure mad
they found out that the kid was innocent.

Find out who did it. No. Kluge.

Is that
I must have been out of that frame.

Know it.

And what business is that of yours?

Oh, I was just curious.

I understand
Claudia's to paint on both sides.

Of the ranch,
see what's on the other side.

Oh, how about a drink on the house?

Not sure.

What time is it, Joe?

Oh, 715.

Oh, I don't think that's the right time.

That I got.

You know, What difference does it make?

I have our own way. On the other.

Hand, Joe,

the whole idea of having a time basis,
that would be absolutely accurate.

What did you know that


in a man's life?

Sure, I know that.

Well, then how can you say that
a timepiece isn't important to a man know

I have here?

Can I hold it?

Right.

This is that doggone this timepiece
I ever saw

or manage
or be lucky to own a piece like this.

The perfect time
to have even a second off.

A better
watch like this would cost a lot of money.

It might.

It all depends,

Mister.

If you ever get broke,
would you look me up?

How about another drink, Joe?

Oh, sure.

What's going on?

Ron wanted me
to check the back of his painting.

There might be something here.

They mean our next.

I guess we're all right.

What time is it?

At 8:11.

I'm sorry.

I didn't hear the time.



Can I look?

Thanks.

Russ,

How's the ranch?

Everything's fine.

There's another painting.
All right. Landscape.

Lots of trees,
but not the tree we're worried about. Huh?

Oh, let's have a drink.

Yeah.

Whiskey, Joe.

A drink for the gentleman

from. My pleasure.

Come on, Joe.

Come on.

I want

Claire

now. It's yours.

You can do what you like with it.

How did you get it?

It's my secret.

It. It must have cost up.

Roger.

What time is it?

Oh, you shouldn't have a family

heirloom. It.

But. But why?

Why did you do it?

You really want me to answer that?

No, I can't take it. I.

I can't accept anything.

So costly.

Qualifying again.

I have the original.
I don't want the painting.

I couldn't bear to look at it.

Well, please keep it for me.

I'm afraid.

What will happen if Sylvio gets it?

All right.

I'll keep it in my wagon.

Don't forget it's yours.

I'm not likely to forget it.

Oh, I don't take it
as a very friendly act.

Right, Joe?
Getting that painting away from me.

You knew how much I wanted.

That's one of the reasons
I wanted it for Clara.

I had an idea what you might do with it.

Feeling about her as you do.

In this mother of art.

I put personalities aside.

Even Claude, as my son means little.

What he creates will live longer.

After he's gone.

The world must see it

and recognize his talents.

And whatever pain might be caused,
Clara means little.

As long as artists served as that it.

We must not quarrel with each other.

All I ask that you let me
examiner painting.

Let me ascertain whether or not Claude's
best work.

By his own
admission, is on the other side.

It's not mine to agree or disagree about.

Now, you'll have to ask her.

Clara,

I have come to ask you
a deep personal favor.

Please
let me look at the back of your portrait.

I must see if portrait of the lynching
is on the back of.

If it's there, what then?

Will you split the canvas
thin enough for two paintings?

An exhibit only. The lynching.

Sylvio.

Every time in the past

I've relented, forgiven and overlooked.

And time and time again you've tricked me.

But this time it means too much to me.

My whole future as a decent, respectable
person hinges on that painting.

Claude might have painted that to.

To destroy me.
And I'm not going to let you help him.

But just to look.

If it's there, you can't have it

unless.

If I find that Claude has forgiven me.

And if he has, he'll paint over it

and do the painting
the way it should have been.

And then I don't care anymore.

You can have it exhibited.

Either
side will be a credit to both of us.

It's a deal.

When we find Claude,
I'll ask him to do it over.

Even if the lynching
is not on the other side.

Even if the lynching
is not on the other side.

I'm all set.

Find out what's on the back of that
painting of Clara.

That's what we think it is. Get rid of it.

What about that artist fellow?

And that's the next step, Pedro.

And I'll write up
the can tell us and take care of him.

McCullough is trying to find him.

I'm giving him directions.

That should give us plenty of time

to get going.

Steve, One more thing to report to Pedro.

You're right in cross the camp about nine
every night.

You mind if I traipse along with you?

As far as the Humboldt?

No. You look as though you can take care
yourself.

I guess.

That's wrong.

Said I didn't.

Mean.

I see

you're right.

I thought I made your eyes to dark place.

Oh. Is that why you were staring at me
all afternoon?

Oh, no.

Yes, sir.

Please

don't.

Night,

Roger.

Sleep well.

Don't have anything.

Not yet.

I had a chance.

Bosses plenty worried.

You think I'm not better? Hurry.

See you. Tomorrow night. Same time? Yeah.

Have you found out anything about Claude?

No, not a sign of a but there's
a mexican car there that could, can.

And we'll try there tomorrow.

Thank you.

It says All right.

Boss says get rid of it.

Well, I couldn't. I almost got caught.

Hurry up. Do it now.

But I have to make sure
nobody else is around.

You better come with me.

Let it. Go.

The bank.

The bank?

Mr. Three or not, we go.

There's nothing you can do but try

recall. Go.

Why don't you go in the wagon?

I didn't.

I saw you. Why?

You're not going to pull out of this? Why?

I had to

get rid of the painting.

Of Clara

in the back of.

Your lynchings.

Oh, you trying to protect

me? Run water,

Pedro.

Or as Walter.

Who's

keen to tell us,

I'm a color

who ought to

k*ll Claude.

Where is Claude.

Wendover? Good

Look with Window Dover.

I'm sorry.

I can't do anything for you.

God have mercy on.

Please let me go with you.

I used to here with Mr. Serrano.

But you promised.

I know I did.

And I keep the promise. But not now.

Well. Is he?

Is Claude in trouble?

That's Duncan.

The portrait that Claude
painted of the lynching

didn't come out of his imagination.

He saw it happen.

And the men who did
it will k*ll him to keep him from talking.

Roger, I'm.

A newspaper man.

Remember this times?

I had personal reasons.

Please be careful.

That that report.

I can tell.

I see. Yes, I.

Whereas Claude Soriano.

I'm going to look him.

Come on, Don't stop. Claude Soriano.

Pronto. Pronto.

Sorry, I said mucho.

Cannavale
says he hasn't seen him for a long time.

Whose diploma Starmetro receives.

Hello.

He says even if you k*ll him,
he couldn't tell you

know.

Can you use Middle East Canyon field?

And he's in the canyon painting.