All language subtitles for 03 - The C. L. Harding Story

Now, hold it, C.L.! Hold...

Oh, dear. Just a minute.

Oh, come on, Arletta,
let's not waste all day on this.

Oh, darling child, this feature's
going to be on the front page!

Oh!

Now, let us not move
until I finish

counting to thirty-three.

Let us think of sweet,
kind things while we pose.

A little more teeth here.

Ah, there, that's better.

Hold it there now!

Can you imagine a
newspaperman looking like that, Bill?

I think I'll trim my beard
a little bit.

You're not falling again,
are ya? No, but I'm teetering.

Miss Hardy, will you marry me?

Charles, what happens
if she says yes?

She won't. Nobody ever has yet.

One of these days
you're gonna get caught.

Well, if I do, I hope she's
the one that catches me.

I don't think she'll have time.

The Major's
madder than a hornet.

He was expecting a
newspaperman of the male sex.

♪

♪

I tell ya, I never agreed
to take along a newspaperwoman!

Is this your signature?
Of course it's my signature!

But you misrepresented
the facts.

You told me you were sending
along a newspaper man.

I beg to differ. I said I was
sending a reporter. And I did.

You said you were
sending a C.L. Harding.

Now, it never occurred to me,
nor would it to anybody else,

that you would send a woman
to do a man's job!

The Globe feels Harding's as good
a reporter as any man on the staff,

and she gets
what she goes after.

I don't care what she gets!

She needs somebody
to look after her.

She's still a woman. And,
therefore, a second-class citizen.

Is that what you mean, Major
Adams? No, Miss Harding.

Listen to me. There's
nothing personal about this.

Oh, no? Prejudice always
claims to be impersonal.

I haven't got a prejudiced
bone in my body.

I... well, I like women.

In their place. And woman's
place is in the home.

You're goldarn
tootin' it is! I...

N-Now, let's not
lose our tempers.

Honor thy mother, but never
let it be said that she has a brain.

You just leave my mother
out of this.

You're out of the Dark Ages,
Major Adams.

Don't you talk to me like
that! I can't talk to you at all.

Mr. Ellington, will you please have
my wagon moved out of the line?

I'd rather go
with another train.

Uh-uh-uh-now,
wait a minute! Miss...

Sorry it didn't work out.

C.L.'s series would have
given you some nice publicity.

The Jonah Grant train pulls out
in about three weeks, doesn't it?

Jonah Grant? You can't send a
woman alone along with Jonah Grant!

Major Adams,
why don't you tell C.L.

that you're sorry you got off
on the wrong foot?

Me?! I tell her I'm sorry?!

Jonah Grant.

Oh...

There ought to be a law
against women.

Male intolerance.

Male intolerance. "Pack, unpack,

pack, unpack.."

Ahem!

Are you clearing your throat
at me, Major Adams?

Miss Harding...

I-I'm sorry. I-I...

Well, you see, I didn't expect...

Rather, I did expect...

Uh, well, no, you see, when...

Well, then, when I found out...

Well, naturally...

well, anybody would be...
Anybody would be what?

Aw, confound it, you know darn
well what I'm trying to tell you.

No, I don't. So far, you've
been completely inarticulate.

I wasn't expecting a woman.

You were rude,
disagreeable, intolerant,

and completely unpleasant.

Yes, ma'am.

Why shouldn't a
newspaperman be a woman?

Because a woman hadn't
oughta be out in the world alone,

that's why.

And where does she belong,
in cold storage?

Maybe some of 'em
should be, yes!

Oh, Major Adams, be practical.

A woman requires clothing,
food, lodging...

All those things cost money,

and there are only certain
ways a woman can earn money.

I've chosen an honorable
profession.

A woman should get married

and let her husband
provide for her!

Ha ha! What a splendid,
archaic, moth-eaten sentiment.

Well, Miss Harding, the world
has been turning on that sentiment

for quite some time.

Maybe your musty world,
but not mine.

Just what have you got
against marriage?

Absolutely nothing. I just don't
believe in marrying to get bed and board.

Who said anything... I happen
to think marriage without love

is thoroughly dishonest.

Ah, I... sorry.

Every time I open my mouth,

I seem to stick
my goldarn foot in it.

I... I'm sorry.

Major. Uh...

why were you looking for me?
Did you come to say goodbye?

Well... no.

But apparently I've said it.

What did you want to say?

Well, I...

I wanted to ask you
to stay with us.

You see, well...

maybe there are some things
I can learn about women,

particularly women
like you. Maybe.

You know, we women have just
recently emerged from the Dark Ages,

and I'm afraid sometimes
our sex gets the better of us

in spite of our high ideals.

A good newspaperman
never resigns in a fit of temper.

I can't leave.

Now you're talkin'.

Friends?

Friends.

SETH: Let 'er roll!

Lead out!

"At last came the morning
when the cry, 'Wagons ho!'

"rang out like a bugle call,

"and we were on our way.

"We were a hundred
prairie schooners,

"and over twice as many people,

"a village on wheels,

a small community headed West."

"We traveled on through
days and days of rain.

"Our wheels sunk deep
into prairie mud.

"The land stretched emptily and
endlessly on all sides of us.

"We began to feel small
and insignificant.

"The wind set its might
against us,

"and stole whatever it could
rip from our wagons.

"But somehow we moved on,

day after day,
week after week..."

All right, let's try it.

Come on, git!

Come on, Blackie! Come on, Kate!

Maybe I better give her a hand.

No, she's doin' all right.

Come, git! Come on!

Come on! Hey!

Git! Come on, Kate!

We'll be in Ash Hollow
by tomorrow night.

Now, the Indians in this part of the
country are generally very friendly,

but they've still got a keen eye
for a good horse or a mule.

So I want you to
stay close to camp.

If you get out of sight
of the wagons,

we're liable to have
a little trouble finding you.

Just bear that in mind,
will you?

Good night, folks.

Good night.

My, he certainly
is rugged, isn't he?

Oh, Arletta, you're not
falling in love again?

Maybe just a teensy-weensy bit.

Hero worship.

I guess I've just
never outgrown it.

You're entirely too romantic.

Well, it is spring.

I'll take a dose
of sulfur and molasses.

Bud? Here.

Oh.

Where's the boss?

She said she was gonna
ride to the rear of the train.

I think she was gonna
interview someone.

She sure is a nosy one.

It's her job to be nosy.
She's a newspaperman.

She's gonna end up in trouble,

you take my word for it.

Women can't go around stickin'
their nose in everything

without getting into trouble.

C.L. can. She's very capable.

Ho!

Looks like we got a couple
of young bucks following us.

You better go back and see if
you can find out what they want, Bill.

All right.

All right, Charlie, come on.

Ho!

Heeyah!

What?! That's what they said.

What?! That's what they said.

They want to buy me?

Well, what did you say?

I asked 'em how much
they were willing to pay.

But that's outrageous! You
can't sell me to the Indians!

They offered a darn good
price, and I'm just about to take it.

You disobeyed my orders!

I did not disobey your orders,

and I won't be shouted at.

What were you doing
up on that hill?

Looking at
an Indian burial casket.

Well, you might just have the
chance to look at a lot of 'em first-hand!

You're responsible
for my safety.

Only as long as
you obey my orders.

You said not to ride
out of sight of the wagon train,

and I kept the train in sight!

Through what,
a pair of binoculars?

I'm gonna report you
to my editor.

You can't intimidate me.

Listen here, lady...

You're heading for home
at the very next stop.

I'm a newspaperman.
It's my job to report news.

Is it your business
to create it?

You've jeopardized the lives of
everybody on this wagon train.

What do you think would happen
if those Indians came back

with a bunch of their friends?

Do you think they will?

I don't know.
It's happened before.

I never realized.

Yeah, there's a lot of things
you never realized.

And one thing
you better start realizing

is that you're a woman,
and a darned attractive one,

and you can't run around
expecting every man

to treat you like
just one of the boys!

Yes, sir.

Oh...

Major, I don't think you
should talk to her like that.

You shut up or I'll
sell you to the Indians!

They didn't offer
anything for me.

Do you think she's
pretty, Major? Yes... No!!!

I don't know! I never thought
about it. Well, I think she is.

You think everybody's
pretty, don't you? Only women.

She's not a woman,
she's a newspaperman!

I keep forgetting that.

But I bet she writes a pip of
an article about you tonight.

She better be darn careful
what she writes about me.

I'm still running this outfit,
and don't you forget it!

Oh, I won't. I won't.

Oh, thanks, Arletta.

Good evening, Miss
Harding. Good evening.

I just thought I'd drop by
and...

You know, those...
Those articles you're writing,

I kind of thought
I'd like to see 'em.

Oh. Well, we'll get copies
of the first paper

at the next mail station.

Well, I'd like to
see some of 'em now.

No, I'm afraid I couldn't
let you do that, Major.

Why not? Are you, uh,

are you writing something
you think I won't like?

Well, I don't know whether
you'll like them or not.

Well, apparently you are writing
something you think I won't like.

Let me see what
you're writing right now.

No. That's quite impossible.

This is my wagon train.

But it is not your newspaper.

I have every ri...

I have every right to protect
the reputation of my train.

Well, since I only
report the truth,

the reputation of your train
is entirely in your own hands.

I don't know whether or not
you're familiar with

the traditions
of the Fourth Estate...

The what estate?
The newspaper world.

Perhaps you've never heard
of freedom of the press.

Ah... Believe me,

it's something that every
newspaperman in the world

will fight to the death
to preserve and defend.

Good night, Major Adams.

Ahhh!

Very funny!

"We traveled on, deeper and
deeper into the heart of America,

"and Spring rolled out
her carpet ahead of us,

"and the days were golden,
and bright with flowers.

"We took music with us;
we took laughter;

"we took drama; the drama
of what we had left behind

"and what we hoped
was beyond the horizon.

"And we also took tears.

"The tears were for those
whose dreams suddenly ended

"in the still, quiet earth
far from California.

"Death has ridden beside us
every mile of the way;

"the silent grave is quiet
warning of his presence.

"And perhaps because of
the moments of sorrow,

"the moments of joy seem gayer than
any moments have ever seen before.

"Major Seth Adams is a man of
great moral strength and purpose,

but, like all humans, he does
have his blind spots."

Good evening, Miss Harding.

Hawks said you
wanted to talk to me.

Oh, yes, I do. Please
sit down, Major Adams.

Is it, uh, safe?

Oh, you still haven't
forgotten that mousetrap.

I'm not likely to forget that.

Well, I'm sure you're the kind
of a man who enjoys a joke.

Well, I guess I enjoy it more
when it's on someone else.

I like you for admitting that.

You probably think I'm a
terrible-tempered old fossil, don't you?

Well, you do have a temper.

But I am an old fossil?

Now, now... you're fishing.

I guess maybe I am at that.

I don't happen to think
you're an old fossil,

except when you act like one.

C.L... you don't mind
if I call you C.L., do you?

Not at all, Seth.

Let's start all over.

Let's bury the hatchet. Agreed.

And not in each other's back.

Not in each other's back.

Friends? Friends.

Your eyes are blue.

You're color blind.
They're green.

Uh, you wanted
to talk to me, you said.

Hmm?

Oh, yes.

I heard that we're having
an election Saturday night.

That's right, yes, for Judge.

Jim Appleton says that
he doesn't want to preside

at the wagon train trials
anymore,

says he's losing
too many friends.

Oh, Seth, if you only knew what a
great opportunity you have right now.

I don't run for office.

But I'm talking about something
much bigger than running for office.

I'm talking about a man who
steps out of a bolt of lightning

and flings a principle into
the skies! What principle?

Your name will be
on the front page

of every newspaper
in the country...

"Seth Adams
gives women the vote!"

Doesn't it have a
glorious ring to it? Shh!

"Seth Adams
gives women the vote!"

Shh! Somebody'll hear you.

Let them hear.
Let the whole world hear!

C.L., sit down,
will you, please?

Please sit down. Come on.

Now, let's look at this thing
calmly and rationally.

Well, of course. That's
the only way to look at it.

And we won't lose our
tempers, we will not get personal.

No. No. Completely
impersonal. All right.

Now, the world is the way it is,

and you are not
going to change it.

Why not? The world
is changing all the time.

Our forefathers brought a whole new
concept of government to this country.

Now, you've read
the Constitution.

You bet your boots
I've read the Constitution,

and you can't show me
one place in it

where it gives women
the right to vote.

Well, they... they couldn't
think of everything.

Well, I'm sure that
when you think this over

that you'll agree with me that
you're being completely unreasonable.

Unreasonable?

What marvelous self-confidence.

What... what monstrous ego!

Now, we said
we wouldn't get personal.

Well, that's a completely
impersonal opinion.

Look, voting is a man's
job. Who says so?

Everybody. Everybody says so!

Well, half of "everybody"
are women!

You can't confine democracy
just to men.

I can on this wagon train!

Ohh. And I thought
you were a giant.

Why, you're nothing but a...
But a midget!

Whether you like it or not,
this is a man's world.

But women populate it.

Not alone, they don't!

You try populating it alone
and see how far you get.

Oh, why can't women just
he happy being women?

We feed you, we clothe you,

we devote all our lives
to taking...

We wash for you, we cook
for you, we mend for you,

and what do we get in return?

We're menials,
personal charwomen,

housekeepers without wages.

You never kept house
in your whole life!

Now, don't you get personal.

That is a strictly
impersonal opinion.

You are a dunderhead!

I tell you, the hand the rocks
the cradle rules the world!

You're a radical!

You're so conservative
you're obsolete!

All right. All right!

Where you goin'? To my wagon.

C.L., this is your
wagon, right here.

Well, then, you get
away from my property.

We promised we'd bury
the hatchet, C.L., remem...

And don't you call me C.L.!

Now you're talking like
a woman! I am a woman!

You certainly are.

Ohhh!

Ohhh! I hate wagons!

I wish I had a door
so I could slam it!

You know that old saying
"Walls have ears"?

Well, wagons... All
right, so you heard.

My, he is compelling
when he gets angry.

I can't stand that man.

That must make it
even more exciting.

Why don't you let me mix you
a dose of sulfur and molasses?

What'd you do with the coffee?

I threw it out.

That's just fine.

Major, why are you always
arguing with Miss Hardy?

Oh, I don't know.

It's just because
she's a woman and I'm a man.

I don't know. Can you
think of a better arrangement?

Say, how did you know
we were arguing?

Well, you weren't exactly
whispering, you know.

Why don't you let her
vote, Major? She's so pretty.

Why don't you mind your
own goldarn business?

Because yours is more
interesting, that's why.

You go to blazes!
I'm gonna turn in.

Now, boys,

Saturday night
is election night.

We've got two candidates
for the office of Judge.

One of 'em, Jed Foley here...

Good man!

And the other is Frank Hoag.

Good old Frank.

Now, if any of
the rest of you men

think you'd like to run
for this office of Judge,

talk to me after this meeting.

On Saturday, we cross over
into the territory of Wyoming.

We're gonna hole up at
Miller Springs for a little rest,

then we'll have the election
Saturday night.

Afterwards, we're gonna have
a little party.

Sounds good by me!

Now, hold on, men,
before you break up.

There are a few things I want to
talk to you about tomorrow's route...

What's going on with them women?

My wife says the women are
having a meeting of their own.

Nobody said anything to me
about a goldarn meetin'.

This is America,
the land of the free,

and the women of America
are in bondage.

We've gotta stand up
and fight, ladies!

This is war!
ARLETTA: This is war!

May I have
your attention, please?

Attention!

We've got a lot of
important things to discuss!

They're making so much noise,
they're gonna scare all the stock!

What do suppose
they're doing over there?

Oh, it's just woman talk.

It's got nothing to do with us.

Now... WOMEN: Hurray!

We'll do battle
right here in the wilderness.

We'll show them
we're not soft and spineless.

From now on, it's the iron
hand in the velvet glove!

Liberty or death!

Hurray! To the death!

Must we really go that far?

We won't have to.

We can bring them to their knees

without firing a shot
if we all stand together.

But how are we going to do it?

Strike, ladies, strike!

From now on,
no cooking, no mending,

no washing...

And above all, no affection.

But I've only
been married a month.

Good. Then you should
be able to do wonders!

My husband can't boil water
without burning it!

Then we're all agreed.

We strike until we get our vote!

What are you doing here?!

I want to join the
movement. But you're a man!

I am not. I'm a turncoat.

Don't let him in. He's
a spy! No, I'm not.

I'll take the pledge. Well,
welcome to the ranks.

It's a pleasure to meet a man who
doesn't insist that this is a man's world.

I'm for a man's world,
all right,

but with women in it.

To the ladies. Bless 'em!

What's the matter with you?

Why aren't you
cooking my supper?

Because there's
a strike on, that's why,

and you're not gonna make
a strikebreaker out of me.

A strike, huh?
What are you striking for?

Women's rights. Women's rights?

How can you possibly be
for this idiotic idea?

Because I'm a
fair-minded man, that's why.

I'm for the underdog.

Underdog my foot.
You're still a man.

Listen, Major, I know what it is
to cook over a hot stove all day

and not be appreciated.

I also know what it is to wash and mend
and scrub my fingers to the bone, too.

I never saw fatter,
better-fed fingers in my life.

All right, keep it up.
Bite the hand that feeds you.

Well, you're biting
the hand that pays you.

Now, you get over there and cook
my supper or, by golly, I'll fire ya.

Listen, Major,
you can't fire me.

I've got the strength of every
woman in the world behind me.

Women, huh?
Well, we'll see about that!

Hey... that smells pretty good.

You couldn't spare a little
taste of that, could you?

I wish I could, Major Adams,

but we're not allowed
to feed you.

Yes, Major Adams?

Well, Miss Harding.

I don't know what
you've done to Wooster,

but you've turned him
against me.

Well, if you haven't made him
happy, you can hardly blame me.

He always thought he
was happy till he met you.

You've ruined a darn good cook.

Did you ever once tell him
that he was a good cook?

Wooster gets paid in gold,
not compliments.

Sometimes compliments are
even more important than gold.

Miss Harding,

I don't know what it was
you said to Wooster,

but you'd better unsay it,
because I'm hungry,

I want my supper,
and it's his job to get it!

Mr. Wooster is a high-minded
man who believes in justice.

He has voluntarily placed his job
on the altar of woman's suffrage.

If you had the same
high-minded principles,

you'd push his job
right back in his face.

You haven't got
a legal leg to stand on.

I refer you to the Constitution.

I refer you
to the Bill of Rights.

And I refer you right back
to it... you're not even in it!

We will be. Well, you won't be.

Not on this issue, you won't,

I wouldn't be too sure of that.
No matter what you say or do!

We'll see.

You're ruined my
disposition, my digestion!

I was a happy man
till you came on this train,

and now I'm a...
I don't know what I am!

Well, then, let us vote. Never!

We'll see.

You're darn tootin' we'll see!

Attention!

Chest out! Straight!

Torches up!

Squad, right!

"When in the course
of human events

"it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve

"the political bonds which have
connected them with another,

"and to assume
among the powers of the earth

"the separate and equal station
to which the Laws of Nature

and of Nature's God
entitle them..."

"We hold these truths
to be self-evident,

that all men are created equal."

"Governments are instituted
among men,

"deriving their just powers

"from the consent
of the governed,

"that whenever
any form of government

"becomes destructive
of the ends,

it is the right of the people
to alter or to abolish it."

Women can't declare war!

It plainly states
right here in the Constitution

that only Congress shall
have the power to declare war.

"The right of the citizens
of the United States to vote

"shall not be denied or abridged

"on account of race, color,

"or previous condition
of servitude.

"With a firm reliance in the
protection of divine providence,

"we mutually pledge
to each other our lives,

our fortunes,
and our sacred honor."

Excelsior!

March!

Cup of coffee, Bill? Yeah.

Say, I think we better turn
the draft animals out to graze,

and put a bell on that old
mare, will you? All right.

Who made this?

Well, I made it.

Oh.

Whew.

I brought everything
I could find.

My wife won't tell me
where anything is.

Well, dump in
whatever you found.

Everything? Well,
sure, it's a stew, ain't it?

Dried apples in a stew?

We ain't in no position
to be choosey.

I just don't understand Marilla.

She's the dutiful type.

She always obeyed her father,

and she always obeyed me.

They all turn on you eventually.

You know what it is?
Basically, they just don't like us.

No, sir. Marilla
always liked me.

She kept no secret
about it, either.

She told everyone all over town.

Then why is she
letting you go hungry?

Well, sir, she says it's
the principle of the thing.

I'll tell you
what the principle is.

The principle is
they just don't like us.

They hate us
because we're superior.

"I am a woman"?

Honey, you don't need a sign
to get that across.

Frank, please. You're
not allowed to kiss me.

Who says so?

Susan B. Anthony, Amelia
Bloomer, and C.L. Harding.

Oh, they don't even know me!

They don't have to.
They know men.

Estabelle, you can have my vote.

No. I have to have my very own.

Hey, where ya goin'?

We're staging a demonstration.

Oh, Estabelle.

Everybody... Estabelle.
Estabelle! Come along.

Now, everybody stand straight,

and march in a military style!

That's right.

Now...

Left, right, left, right,

left, right, march!

Left, right, left right...

Halt!

♪ ...is the hand
the rules the world ♪

♪ Oh, the hand
that rocks the cradle ♪

♪ Is that hand
that rules the world ♪

♪ For the hand
that rocks the cradle ♪

♪ Is the hand
that rules the world ♪

Major Adams! Some of
the horses are stampeding.

Get some men, saddle up.

We'll have to go get 'em.

Five men, saddle up!

Thank you.

I'll take him, Major.

You chose your side, Brutus.

I think he's mad.

She didn't have to say all that.

Any wagon master would
have done the same thing.

Major Adams,

we've been thinkin'.

What harm would it do
to let 'em vote?

I'm willing to
come out for women's rights.

SETH: You're not gonna
do anything of the kind.

Oh, yes, he is. We all are!

My britches is torn.
I can't sew!

I can't wash and iron.

I can't boil water
without burning it!

I've only been married a month.

You listen to me, boys.

These women'll come back,

and they'll come back
on their bended knees.

You ever been married, Major?
What's that got to do with it?

Well, the only time a man can
handle women is when he's a bachelor.

No woman is gonna dictate to me.

I run this outfit.

Don't tell us...
Tell them. Yeah!

Sometimes I think we shoulda
taken the Jonah Grant train.

Right! You said it all.

When you gonna give in, Major?

You're big and strong, and
they're so weak and defenseless.

Defenseless? Huh!

I never knew anything more dangerous
in my life than a defenseless woman.

That's the best kind of
danger I ever heard of.

You sound to me like
you're gettin' lovesick.

I think that C.L. Harding's got you
wrapped right around her little finger.

I can't help it, Major,
just because she's so pretty.

Well, I hope you two
will be very happy!

Wait a minute. She
doesn't even know I'm alive,

at least the way you say.

She's crazy in love
with somebody else.

Oh, she is, huh?

What makes you
so goldarn sure of that?

Because I know all the symptoms.

I've had 'em myself
a lot of times.

Oh, you have, huh? Yeah.

Well, what are
those symptoms, Charlie?

The first thing, everything
gets off-balance.

You can't wait
till you see someone,

then when you do see 'em,
you say all the wrong things.

You get touchy and irritable.

You can't sleep. You
lose your taste for food.

One minute
you're on top of the world,

and the next minute
the world's on top of you.

It's like being drunk and having
a hangover all at the same time.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Oh, Seth, I...

I'm so sorry.

Sorry? For what?

About the stampede. I...

Oh, there's no harm done.

You know, I...

You look kinda tired.

I haven't been sleeping
very well.

Neither have I.

How's your appetite?

Oh, not too good.
I don't know why,

but lately I've been
so touchy and jumpy and...

Yeah. Same thing with me.

I guess it's all the excitement.

Yeah, I suppose so.

What's the news from home?

Well, it's not
a very newsy letter.

It's... it's from Mr. Ellington.

Oh, your editor. What does he
say about your articles in the paper?

Uh, nothing. It's, um...

it's not that kind
of a letter. Uh...

Mr. Ellington has
asked me to marry him.

Well, I...

I suppose if, uh...

well, if a woman...
likes that kind of a man,

that that's
the kind of a man she'd...

She'd like.

I suppose so.

Is he the kind of a man
a woman like you would like?

Well, he's...

Well, he's a very brilliant man.

But, I don't know, he just doesn't
seem to have any spirit of adventure.

He's not the kind of a man,
for instance,

who could get excited about
what's over the horizon...

He already knows
exactly what's there

because he's looked it up
in the library.

You know, I've brought quite a
few women West on these trains,

and I don't think I've ever
heard a single one of 'em

mention spirit of adventure

or horizons.

They all wanted a home,
a house with a fence around it.

I don't like fences.

I don't either.
I couldn't live behind 'em.

Well, of course you
couldn't. And I couldn't either.

Mm. I suppose, uh... he could?

He? Who?

Mr. Ellington. We were
talking about Ellington.

Oh. Yes, we were
talking about him.

And I'm sure that
he's the kind of a man

that would help women
get the right to vote.

Oh, well, for heaven's sakes,

voting isn't everything,
you know.

Why, C.L. Harding...
What about your crusade?

What about women's rights?

Why, you're stepping
into history!

Well, who cares about that?

Do you know what
someone once wrote?

"The happiest women
are like the happiest nations.

They have no history."

Could you be
that kind of a woman?

Could you give up
all these things

you've been fighting for
so hard and so long?

Right now...

today, I...
I almost think I could.

ARLETTA: Oh, tidings!!!!

Great tidings!

Here once
the embattled women stood

and fired the shot
heard round the world!

Why does she always
talk in quotations?

Arletta, what are you
trying to say?

Where are we camped now,
Major Adams?

Miller Springs.
In what territory?

Just across the border
into Wyoming.

Wyom... O glorious
day! O happy, happy day!

Day of liberation!
Rejoice! Rejoice!

I think she's torn her bonnet.

You're a law-abiding citizen,
aren't you, Major Adams?

You uphold and defend the laws
of the United States

and all her territories,
don't you?

Yes, ma'am,
just as much as I can.

Then history has you
by the coattails.

The territory of Wyoming has
just passed women's suffrage.

Ho ho ho!

The first women ever to vote
in the history of America

will vote tonight on
the Seth Adams wagon train!

Well, you...
you got what you wanted.

WOMAN: Thank you.

Thanks. I say you'll
make a fine judge.

Thanks.

I've just finished counting
the house, and you're in.

There are 22 more women
than men.

Come on, Major, it ain't
the end of the world.

Oh, it isn't, huh?
Don't be a sorehead.

If you can't lick 'em, join 'em.

Go on back with
your suffragettes.

Oh!

Let's have a victory parade for
Frank Hoag right after the voting.

Why, you don't seem
to realize, we won, C.L.!

We won!

We did...

C.L...

Oh.

What's the matter with Miss
Harding? She won the battle.

Yes...

but is winning a battle
worth... losing the war?

Well, I don't know whether
I'm supposed to laugh or cry.

I guess I'll go make me
a drink of sulfur and molasses.

"We started out from St. Joe...

"a hundred wagons,
and over twice as many people.

"It was Spring then,

"and now the rich, golden
glow of summer is all about us.

"Our wagons are no longer
so bright or new...

"the trail is treacherous
and not easily tamed.

"Nature has deadly enemies
to set against us;

"each new mile seems to have
a new challenge.

"And when fire and flood
and heat and drought

"have done their worst,

"there is still worse to come.

"Yet, somehow, we survive.

"And I, who started this trip
to give you the chronicle

"of the journey
of a wagon train,

"find it was easier
to describe at the beginning

"than it is now.

"In the beginning,
I was a spectator,

"but, well, now my heart is
linked to my fellow travelers,

"and the perspective
is difficult.

"The train is no longer a row
of prairie schooners to me;

"the train is over 200
men, women, and children

"moving slowly but surely
towards the Western ocean.

"Their wheels are linking
the East and West,

"pulling an untamed continent
into a nation.

"Tomorrow my journey ends
at Fort Laramie,

"and I must say goodbye to
many people I have learned to love.

Parting will not be easy."

Charlie...

I sure hate to see you
leave us, Miss Harding.

Well, I hate to leave.

I'm never going to forget you.

You're the best friend
a suffragette ever had.

Oh, any red-blooded man
would have done the same thing.

Thank you, Charlie.

If you ever need a cook,
you just let me know. All right.

Bill. We got you all
packed and ready for leavin'

in the morning,
ma'am. Thank you, Bill.

Thank you for everything.
It's been a pleasure.

Good luck. Bye.

She's quite some gal, isn't she?

Don't you talk about her.

Where were you when she
needed you for the suffragettes?

Charles, I'm not
the suffragette type.

Well, I've got convictions.

Hey, how about a little
three-handed, you two?

On Miss Harding's last night?

That's the same as any other
night as far as I'm concerned.

I'll get the cards. Not
according to Charlie, it isn't.

Oh? Aren't you gonna
tell Miss Harding goodbye?

Are you gonna start
telling me what to do again?

Somebody oughta
tell you what to do.

You can't eat
and you can't sleep

and you're getting touchy and
irritable. Mind your own business!

And the same goes for you!
I never opened my mouth.

Well, see that
you don't! Yes, sir.

What'd I say? Touchy
and irritable. You shut up.

All right. Be an old
maid if you want to.

Come on, Bill, we'll
play a little two-handed.

I was the one that
wanted to play cards!

You're not taking
any of our money.

You have every ace
in the deck tonight.

You're bound to be
lucky at cards,

you're so blamed determined
to be unlucky at love!

Oh, I oughta...

Arletta, if you
don't stop crying,

you're gonna float this wagon!

I just can't help it!

I can't keep a stiff upper lip.

I'm just awash with misery!

Well, do your crying somewhere
else. You're demoralizing.

He's not even going to
come and say goodbye!

After all you've been
to each other, he...

He's not going to come
and say goodbye!

After all that's
passed between you!

Nothing had passed between
us, Arletta. Nothing at all.

Oh, you had the most
magnificent fights!

Yes. I think that's the trouble.

You do care for him...
I know you do!

If I do, I'll do my own
weeping in my own good time.

Oh...

We're here.

Whoa!

Suddenly I seem to have
an awful lot to say to you.

Seems like there's no place...

no time to say it.

You knew you were
leaving today...

Why didn't you come
and say goodbye to me?

Why didn't you?

Well, I can't run around after you
like a big bear with a ring in his nose.

Well, a woman can't be
chasing around after a man.

Why not? We're all equal.

Intellectually, yes,

but that doesn't change
man's relation to woman.

You still want the
whole cake, don't you?

The position of men
and the privileges of women.

Why do we have to waste
these moments quarreling, too?

Why not? Consistent
right down to the wire.

You said goodbye to everybody
on this train last night except me!

Well, I was hoping
you'd come to me!

I was busy with the train!
Well, I was busy packing!

You make me so goldarn
mad I can't even see straight!

Well, I won't be around
any longer to make you mad!

I suppose you're gonna go marry
that fat-headed editor of yours!

That is my business.

You're goldarn right
it's your business,

and don't you get any idea
that I care what you do!

Well, don't you
get any ideas that I care

whether you care
what I do or not!

You're the most infuriating,
maddening, aggravating woman

I ever had the misfortune
to run across in my life!

Well, you're nothing
but a stubborn, bone-headed,

addle-pated dunderhead!
You can't talk to me like that!

I can't talk to you at all.

C.L.!

C.L.

What in tarnation's your name?

Cecelia Lucinda.

Cecelia Lucinda.

Oh, it sounds so old-fashioned
and... and so feminine.

Oh, Cecelia Lucinda.

Oh, Seth.

Why did we have to
waste all our time?

Because I'm a...

bone-headed, addle-pated,

stubborn old dunderhead,
that's why.

Well, it takes one to know one.

Tell me something.

Do you feel like you're drunk and that
you've got a hangover all at the same time?

Yes, exactly.

Seth!

Seth.

Goodbye.

Goodbye?

Listen, don't you ever
dare use that word to me.

In six months I'll be back
in St. Joe, and you be there!

Uh-uh... I mean, please be there.

Yes, sir.

That's much better, ma'am,

much better.

Wagons... ho!

"And so I reached
the end of my journey,

"and the little city on wheels
rolled on.

"A wagon train is a dream,
a star,

"a caravan winding
into the future.

"It's hope and fear,

"sacrifice and promise,

"it's the past and the future,

"it's yesterday
struggling towards tomorrow.

"It's America on her way West.

"And I know
someday I will follow,

"for I glimpsed a dream of
my own beyond the horizon,

"a man so tall, so brave,

he seemed to fill the universe."

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