All language subtitles for 16 - The Marie Brant Story

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Happy!

Happy!

Matthew!

Matthew!!!

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Matthew!

Matthew!

Are you hurt bad?
Don't worry, Happy.

Don't you worry now.
We'll fix you up fine.

Cat got him.

Poor fella.

Bullet.

Oh, no, Mom.

Take a look for yourself.

No...

Put him out of his misery.

Me?

You made the mess,
now clean it up.

But I can't kill Happy.

I'll take care of him, make
him well again, like he was.

Shoot him, Matthew.

No.

You're twelve years old,
Matthew,

and the man of the family.

It's time you began
to act like a man.

He might have been all right.

We don't have time to waste.

He wouldn't have
lived long anyway.

I'll go take a look
at the horse.

Will you shoot him, too?

If necessary.

Spinoza, one of
the greatest philosophers,

says there are three grades
of human knowledge...

Opinion, reason, and faith.

Now, opinion is
the lowest grade.

A person sees, hears, or even
imagines something and accepts it as true,

without considering its
connection with other things.

Well, Mr. Spinoza...

I mean Mr. DaCosta, pardon me-

if I listened to all the opinions that
I get on this goldarn wagon train,

I'd never get 'em
to California alive.

Which are you concerned with,
their lives or their hopes?

Well, one's no good
without the other, is it?

For myself, I hope
everybody stays alive.

You like living,
don't you, Major?

You bet your boots I do.

I couldn't think
of anything better.

Look at today.
Now, I'm a happy man.

We've had a beautiful day
traveling through friendly country.

In a little while,
we'll be bedding down

where there's
fresh spring water,

plenty of graze for the stock...

Why, we'll sleep like babies.

Ho!

Bill's riding like he's got
something on his mind.

Mrs. Brant,

that's a pretty big cat.

Looks to me like
he was hurt, too,

from the way
he's dragging that one paw.

Think I hurt him?
Well, maybe so,

but, see, he's dragging
that paw both ways,

so I'd guess that he was hurt
before he ever got here.

When? Well, it's hard to tell.

There's blood
all over the place there,

but that might be
from your horse.

A cripple can be dangerous.

Yes, they can. They're
desperate, that's why.

You see, these animals,
when they get hurt,

they can't get their food
in the usual way,

and if they're jumped
by something

they can't defend themselves,

so they have quite a time
just trying to keep alive.

You think you got
a shot at him, son?

Yeah. But I hit my dog.

Oh. Bad?

He's dead. My mother shot him.

Matthew, get back to the wagon.

How far is the next water hole?

It's pretty close
to a hundred miles.

The cat will be thirsty.

Yes, if it's a new wound.

If it's an old one, he'll
probably head for the hills.

I'll need two horses.

Which way you headin'? East.

Well, that poses
quite a problem.

I'm not asking any favors. I'll
pay top prices for what I need.

Mrs. Brant, money doesn't enter into this
at all. You see, we need horses anyway.

I was figuring on getting
a fresh batch when we get to

that little town
of Sedgwick up ahead.

You can ride along with us
that far if you like.

I can't go back...

Uh, I'm in a hurry.
It's an emergency.

Well, I'd... I'd sure like
to help you, ma'am, but...

I told you, I'll pay top prices.

Mrs. Brant, I can't possibly
make you any promises,

at least not until
I've checked our stock again.

Meantime, we can move your wagon
over to our train.

It's all right where it is.

Well, ma'am...

that cat might come back
here again after dark, you know.

I'll keep the fire going.

Well, in case
you change your mind,

I just want you to know
you're welcome.

Thank you.

We'll make camp here
for tonight, Bill.

Have all the men and boys bring in as
much firewood as they can before dark.

I want to bring all the
stock inside the circle.

Circle up! Ho!

All right, let's go, let's go!

You're all right there, DaCosta.

Hey, Major, did you notice?

Oh, yeah, I noticed.

Buzzards visit only the dead.

Well, there's a dead dog out
there with a boy mourning over him.

How did it die? Why
don't you ask the boy?

Maybe you could help him.

Everything I ever loved is dead.

My mother and father,
my brother, your father...

everybody except you.

Every living thing
dies sooner or later...

You don't break your heart
sorrowing over death, you get used to it.

You even get to know
it's your best friend.

That's part of
being a man, Matthew.

Mourning is a lonely business.

It's not for sharing
with strangers.

Even strangers share death.
And crying is good...

It's opening a window to let
out the dark and to let in the light.

Men don't cry. Are you sure?

Only cowards, weak ones...
They cry.

Can you say what a strong man does
when he's alone and in the darkness?

A strong man is strong,
light or dark.

He doesn't have time or tears
for the useless.

Have you never cried, madam?

Listen, mister, whatever
your name is, leave us be.

We like our loneliness. A fresh
grave should be prayed over.

It's only a dog.

But a little prayer for a dead dog can
do no harm. What was your dog's name?

Happy.

It's a good name
to keep alive in your heart.

Mister, I don't like you.

You keep away from me
and my son; especially him.

Come along, Matthew.

Do as you're told!

After dark, I don't want
anybody to go outside this circle,

especially alone.

There's no reason
to get excited or scared.

You just do what I tell ya,

and everything will
be all right.

How do you know
the cat's dangerous?

Well, I don't, Mrs. Taylor,
and I'm not saying he is.

Most cats are cowards.

They'll run from a man or a sound
or anything they don't understand.

But this cat's a cripple, and they
can be pretty mean sometimes.

If he gets hungry or thirsty,

and we happen to be camped
on the closest water,

no tellin' what he'll do.

I'm just trying to
avoid trouble, that's all.

MRS. BRANT: Then kill him
before he makes trouble.

You've got plenty of men,

and it's a fresh trail,
easy to track.

It might take us a day or
two to catch up with him.

We haven't got time
for hunting, Mrs. Brant.

Suppose it comes hunting you,
or any of us.

You won't even know it's here until you
hear it scream over something it's killed.

That your mom?

Supposin' she
is. Nothing, only...

Go on, say one bad thing
about my mom. I dare ya.

He didn't say nothin' bad
about your mom.

You say something too!
I can lick the both of ya.

Go on, ya yellow-belly.

Nobody's gonna say
anything about your mom.

MATTHEW: I'll fix you!

Simon!

Stop it! Stop that!

You take your hands off my boy!

Matthew!

What's the matter with you?!

Give me that hammer!

He tried to kill me! You should
teach your boy to fight fair!

Why? A fight's a fight.
There's only one rule: Win.

Come on.

I didn't start it.

All he did was ask
if she was his mom.

He got real mad, like I was
gonna say something bad about her.

He's crazy, that's what he is.

Come on, let's
clean up. Yes, mom.

Did you see that?

Yes. I also heard it.

She keeps on that way,
she's gonna ruin that boy.

It's an opinion, my friend,
perhaps valid.

But I wonder: He expects something
bad to be said about his mother.

He attacks
before he is attacked,

indicating he has learned
to expect attack from others.

Why? Maybe the
woman wants it that way.

Looks like that's the way
the boy's been brought up.

There's something strange here,
something unusually strange.

Good evening, Mrs. Brant. Sonny.

Why are they building
such big fires?

Will that help
keep the cat away?

Well, we hope so. You said
you'd check on the horses.

Yes, and I did.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Brant,

but we need
every horse we've got

to pull us over the
mountains to Sedgwick.

Are you afraid
of the cat, Major?

Well, sonny, I wouldn't exactly want to
lie down beside one unless he was dead.

Cougars give me the creeps.

The Major is only
a wagon master, Matthew.

Two hundred dollars
for two horses.

That's a lot of money, ma'am.

You can buy ten horses
for that in Sedgwick.

I told you, I'm not
going in that direction.

Well, you'll have to make
your own mind up about that.

You'll have all night.

Why can't we
go back to Sedgwick, Mom?

I can't tell you, not yet.

Well, when?

When you're man enough
to understand.

When will that be?

Soon. I hope very soon.

Mrs. Brant?

Yes? My mom says if you're
hungry, she's cooked up plenty of grub,

and you're welcome
to share it with us.

You too, Matthew.

Why do you ask us
to eat with you?

Our boys had a fight
a while back.

Boys are always fighting.
It's good for them.

Maybe it is, but I know it
ain't healthy to hold grudges,

so I say the best cure for grudges is
to sit down and break bread together.

I don't want my boys to be
black-hearted against anything, ever.

Don't you agree, ma'am?

Thank you. We're not hungry.

She's crazy, too. Simon.

MATTHEW: I am too hungry! MRS.
BRANT: We don't beg other folks' food.

We didn't ask her, she asked
us. Go back to the wagon...

There's plenty for
two more right here, ma'am.

And it is dee-licious
if I do say so myself.

This is the Major's favorite dish:
good, old-fashioned venison stew.

'Course, I had to make it with
bear meat, I don't have any venison.

He can wait. Oh, sure,
he can wait, all right.

But his stomach can't.

My pa always said a man
is divided into two parts,

and most of that is stomach.

Hi, Major. We got
company for supper.

Well, that's fine. I hope you got
something fit to eat for a change.

Well, it's the best I can do
with what I got to work with.

He won't let me stop long enough
to kill any venison, you know.

Tastes fine to me.

Good. I'll pay for what he eats.

Perhaps you should first ask
the price. It may be too high.

I'll decide that. How much?

Why don't you calm down, ma'am?

It's been a long, hard day,

and it looks like there'll be very
little sleep tonight for some of us.

Dish it up, Charlie, the
lady can take it or leave it.

But give the boy there
some more. I'm gonna wash up.

The Major's a realist.

No man tells me what to do.

That's a pity. Why?

You're a beautiful woman.

I have a fatherless son
to raise.

But you're his mother.

You talk too much.

Then eat some stew.

Not unless I can pay for it.

If I was a man,
I'd go after that cat.

Not me. I'm scared
of wounded cats.

A real man
ain't scared of nothin'.

Matthew, I'm a-scared
of what's crazy,

and that cat in his right mind wouldn't
want any more of us than we want of him.

But he's been hurt, so he
hates everything. People too?

Well, I figure
it's mostly from the hurt.

He can't make it stop hurting,
so he takes it out on everything

and anybody around him.

Would you pray over a dead cat
like you prayed over Happy?

Yes. Even a mean one
like that that one out there?

Yes. Why?

To wish it peace in
whatever comes after death.

And where's the peace
for the living, mister?

Do you pray for that too, or do
you wait until after we're dead?

Mrs. Brant... I don't need
your answer. I know it.

There is no peace
for the living.

The happy ones
are the strong ones

who feel nothing
but their own strength.

This is poison you're
feeding him... poison!

Why is she in such
an all-fired tantrum?

I wish I knew.

Come on, Charlie,

can a man get something
to eat around here?

What are you doing, standing
there? Right now, right now.

You're a sensitive man,
Major. Sensitive man. Ha!

You know, Mr. DaCosta, that
woman's runnin' from something.

She's running
like a scared colt.

That's an opinion,
but it's not enough.

There must be a reason.

Reason is the second stage
of human knowledge.

Here, man's intelligence frees
him from the chains of opinion

and gives him an insight into the
connection between things and events.

Spinoza?

My friend, you tell me
what that woman's running from,

and I'll tell you why
she's like she is.

Perhaps before morning
she'll tell us herself.

That screamin' cat's
got our horses spooked.

I'll sure be glad
when this night's over.

Hey, you're kind of jumpy
tonight, aren't you?

Man burns his finger,
he jumps, don't he?

Well, I could have knocked,
I guess, before I come in.

Yeah. Why didn't you just
rattle your head?

No, that wouldn't be any good. That'd
just wake up everybody in the whole camp.

Now I gotta go get
some more water.

You know, it's real dark
down by that water hole tonight,

and I'll bet you that big
ol' cat's behind a bush

and he's waiting for some
fresh meat to come by.

And he sees you coming, and
you're getting closer and closer,

and he licks his lip, and he's
just about ready to jump on you!

Then all at once he's gonna
shake his head in disgust

and say, "Nope, it's old Charlie
Wooster, and he's too gamy for me."

Give me that bucket!
Wait a minute, Charlie.

I'll go with you. A boy
just gets in a man's way.

Charlie! No kidding around now,
I'll cover you.

Don't you worry about me,
Mr. Hawks.

I can take care of myself.

Major! Major Adams!
The cat! The cat!

I saw it! Out there by the
water hole, in the brush.

Yeah. Biggest thing
I've ever seen in my life.

Big as a horse. Yeah.
Great, big yellow eyes,

looking at me just like that.

Terrible. I was so close to
him I could smell his breath.

Smells just like old dead fish.

And there I was, without a gun.

So I said, "Charlie,
don't move or you're dead."

He looked at me
and I looked at him,

he looked at me, and he blinked,

I threw the water, bucket
and all, right in his dirty face.

Charlie, you been drinkin'
again? No, I ain't been drinkin'.

I threw the water bucket
and all right in his face,

just like I said.
BILL: You sure did.

Here's your bucket, Charlie.

And my eyes ain't yellow,
they're blue!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Well, yellow eyes, huh?

Did you love Happy, Mom?

Happy was only a dog.

But you didn't like it
when he was hurting.

No. You said, "Put
him out of his misery."

Yes. Then you must have loved him
if you didn't want to see him hurting.

I've already told you,
Matthew, he was helpless.

My pop was helpless,

and you always used to tell him that
that wasn't enough reason for dying.

Then why did you
have to kill Happy?

Remember this, Matthew,
and believe it always:

Whatever I've done,
whatever I do,

is so you'll have a chance to
live without sadness and trouble.

If I've done anything wrong, it
was to give you a chance to live.

That's all that matters,
Matthew... a chance to live.

Pop used to say that, too.

Pop's dead.

We must forget him
as fast as possible.

Is that why you don't want
to go back to Sedgwick? Yes.

Why are we always
in such a hurry now?

There's a new life
waiting for us, Matthew.

We mustn't make it wait
too long or it might slip away.

Did Dad's dying have
anything to do with that?

When your father was live,
he needed us.

Now we can go wherever we want.

Well, we can't go nowhere
without horses.

We'll get horses.

Somehow.

Now help me find
some wood for the fire.

Feel better now, Happy?

Matthew!

Bill! Charlie!

Matthew, what is it?

It's our there, Mama.
I heard it. It's out there!

Let's get back to the wagon.
We'll build up the fire.

What's the shooting
about? The cat.

It's over there
by Happy's grave.

I heard it and I saw it move.

Oh? We better take a look, Bill.

Charlie, you stay here
with them.

Did you really see a cat? Yeah.

Well, that kid wasn't
having any nightmare.

He's been here, all right.

There was a cat out there
all right. Found the tracks.

I sure wish you'd
change your mind, ma'am,

and pass the night with us.
I'm sure you'd rest better.

We'll go back with you.

Matthew.

Welcome. Thank you.

The claws are sheathed.

Maybe that cat scared
some sense into her.

Charlie, how about
a cup of coffee?

Comin' right up, Major.

Bill, I wish you'd
take a look around camp.

Charlie, you go check the stock.

There's two men down there now.

Well, you go check the men
that are checking the stock.

Yes, sir. Would you like
some coffee, Mrs. Brant?

No, thank you. Will you
keep the fires going all night?

Yes, you see, some of our people
may not sleep too good tonight

with that cat
prowling around out there.

Are they scared?

Sonny, this is
a big wagon train.

A lot of people on it.

We've fought off Indians
and bandits,

we've had trouble with the
weather, and all kinds of trouble,

but we're still going West.

That doesn't mean
we weren't scared...

We'd be foolish if we weren't.

But you know, the bravest man,

he's the man that's scared
and still fights.

Maybe Matthew
frightened it away.

I doubt that. He's probably out
there still hanging around, watching.

Cats are pretty smart that way.

But you'll be perfectly
all right in the wagon.

Good night. Good night.

Come get in the wagon, Matthew.

But I'm not sleepy.

Please, Matthew. There's
something I have to do.

What? Think.

We always think better
when we're alone.

Try to get some sleep, Matthew.

How...

how...

Can a man take fire in his bosom

and his clothes not be burned?

What are you trying to say?

Whatever is burning
inside your heart

must also scorch those
who are closest to you.

Nothing will happen to my son.

At what cost to you?

I don't care about the cost,
because I'm not afraid of pain.

But I've learned this much:

Cheats live happy, and thieves
dance, even at the end of a rope.

Where did you learn this?

From living.

You paid too much.

And I was cheated.

This is what you're
teaching your son?

I wouldn't hesitate to kill you

if I thought you might
teach him something different.

Is there no place
in your teaching for love?

His father sat in a wheelchair
and read books

and talked love and kindness,

and he ate the food I brought him,
never asking me how I got it for him.

Not once...

not once in ten years

did he ask how I got the money
for the food he ate.

Can you believe that?

Yes.

Everybody loved him.

And you?

I gave my life for him.

Then you have known love.

And I know it costs too much.

That is what my son will learn.

What's the matter?

That woman bothering you?

In a manner of speaking,
yes, Major.

You know, I've been
wondering a lot of things.

What about, Major?

Why won't Maidie Brant
go back to Sedgwick?

What is that that boy
has promised not to talk about?

What's she trying
to teach him, and why?

I'd give a lot to know
what's eating on her.

It's none of your business.

Yeah, but that boy, he's got
his whole life ahead of him.

He's a pretty good
kid. He's not your boy.

What difference does that make?

He's a human being, isn't he?

Listen to me, that boy's
heading for a lot of trouble

unless somebody
gives him some help...

Ah, go on.

You got the darnedest way
of getting other people

to preach your sermons for you.

It's how I learn, Major.

We cannot imagine reality;
we must create it. Oh?

Let me ask you something.

Did you...

did you ever try to
philosophize with an Indian

when he's coming at you
with a knife in his hand,

he's gonna scalp you?
That's exactly what I mean.

That's reality.
Reality is action.

Now, why don't you stop
that hi-falutin' talk

and tell me what's on your mind?

Major, let the woman
have the horses.

I can't spare 'em.
I told you that.

She must have them. Why?

For what reason?

You're always
talking about reason

and faith and reality
and imagination...

For what reason?

Reason? I've progressed
from reason to faith.

Well, it so happens that
there's a lot people on this train

that have got
a kind of faith, too.

They've got faith that I'm
gonna be able to take 'em

clear across this country
to California.

You know something?

I'm gonna do it, too.
Nothing's gonna stop me.

Just two horses, Major.

We're short of horses now, and
we got mountains up ahead of us.

We can't tell how much trouble
we're gonna run into.

My first responsibility
is to the people on this train.

What about her and the boy?
You can't leave them behind.

Of course not,
never intended to.

We'll cross that bridge
when we get to it.

You know, DaCosta,
you're a good man.

I don't disagree with you;
not in principle, anyway.

But I'm a practical man.

I don't mind risking my neck,

and maybe the necks
of a lot of other people,

if I know exactly
what direction what I'm going

and what it would accomplish
if I went that direction.

But you can't tell me.

Faith is beyond knowledge.

And I'm gonna need a lot of both if
I'm to get all these people to California.

We're gonna be pulling out
about sun-up,

so you better
get yourself some sleep.

That is, unless
you're afraid of cats.

Good night. Good night, Major.

Maidie Brant.

I want to talk to
you. What about?

Mrs. Brant, I'm prepared
to sell you two horses.

How much? High.

How high? Your son.

You're mad. I have
no life without him.

Do you love him that much?

Why do you think I do what I do?

I know why, that's why
I offer you my horses.

The price is too high.

I'm not asking for the boy now.

I'll leave you with him,
in trust, until the right time.

What are you?

A part of you, of your son,
of every living thing.

You're getting me two horses.
That's all I'll try to understand.

There is one condition.
I should have known.

Not two onerous.
You will not tell your son

from whom and how you got
the horses. I'll agree to that.

You can be sure
he'll never know from me.

Take him to your wagon,
build up your fire.

I'll bring the horses to you.

Matthew.

Matthew, come on.

Mr. DaCosta.
Major Adams gave orders

that the horses were to be
kept inside the circle.

I know, Mr. Hawks,
but I have use for them.

Maybe so, but Major Adams
runs this outfit.

Whatever he says, people do.

Which is as it should be,
but this concerns a problem

that only the Major and I
know about.

Oh?

All right. Go ahead.

Thank you.

Matthew, put some wood
on the fire.

Mom... I'd like to go back
to Father's grave.

I'd like to tell him
what that man told Happy...

"I wish you peace
in whatever comes after death."

He has his peace now. It's time
we had some, too... even from him.

You were glad when he died.

Oh, Matthew, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me,
I didn't mean it.

It's just that
he was sick for so long.

Why didn't you put him out of
his misery like you did Happy?

The past is over. We
must think only of the future.

We're going to a place
with trees and grass

and white houses with gardens.

And schools where you can
learn to be a lawyer or an engineer.

What'll you do?

I'll work, like always.
Only for you this time.

In a saloon?

We must forget that,
too... all about saloons.

No one will ever be able
to hurt us again. Ever.

Everything's
going to be wonderful.

We'll leave everything behind
except the canteens and the blankets,

and this, and a little food.

Here. You go fill the canteens.

I'll get the other things
together.

Thank you.

Don't thank me,
but please go quickly.

Mom!

Let's hurry up, Mom, let's get...

Where'd you get the
horses? From the wagon train.

But the Major said...
He changed his mind.

Why? I gave him $200.

Don't look at me that way.
It's the truth!

Anyway, it doesn't matter.
Nothing matters except you and me.

Now, we've got to hurry. We'll
ride bare-back. I'll help you.

Don't shoot, son.

I will if you come any closer!

Those horses,
they belong to DaCosta.

I want 'em back
where they belong.

They belong to me now, and
anyone who says different gets shot.

Get on the horse, Matthew.

Did my mother steal the horses?

I bought them fair and square.

Listen, sonny, your mother...

Take one more step
and you'll talk through blood.

Put that rifle down, Mrs. Brant.

I'll kill you both if you try
to stop us from leaving.

It took a lot of doing to get this
new start. You won't stop me now.

I said put it down.

Oh... the Major commands.
Hear that, Matthew?

He opens his mouth,
and we're supposed to

fall down on our knees
before him...

"Yes sir, Major,
Yes sir, Major."

No sir, Major.

I have no knees for bending
anymore, nor has my son.

And if power is a whip,
he'll use it for himself

to stripe the backs
of the likes of you.

Is he your son?

Or are you using him
for revenge?

He's the beginning of a man,
a strong man,

who'll stand apart
from all of you.

Not a slave to love or pity or all the
other lies that chain a man to misery.

Get on the horse, Matthew.

Matthew! Come back here!

Let me go! Go get him, Bill.

Let me go! Let
loose of that gun!

The boy has disappeared.

I want this whole area covered...

Every yard of it,
do you understand that?

Fox, you take a half dozen men

and cover the area
off to my left.

Chick, take your boys
and go over to the other side.

Bill, Charlie,
you know what to do.

And just bear in mind there's
a wounded cat out there.

I'll kill you if my son is hurt.

I swear I'll kill you.

Matthew.

Go away.

Do you still mourn Happy?

My mom killed him.

She would not have killed him
had there been no cat.

And had not someone hurt
the cat and made it suffer,

it would not have become
mad with hate, a man-killer.

And so it goes, Matthew...

Each thing touches the other,

and only God can judge
where guilt begins.

How do you know?

From the air, from the trees,

from everything that lives
and breathes and grows.

There's some wonderful
knowledge, Matthew,

that inspires you to see
all things in God

and God in all things.

How can I get to know this?

Through love, pity, sorrow.

It is difficult to learn,

but everything excellent
is as difficult as it is rare.

"Except the Lord
build the house,

they labor in vain
that build it."

No! No!

I'll kill her!

Here, here, Matthew!

Cut that out! Let me go!

Let me go, I gotta kill her!

Give me that gun!
MAIDIE: Matthew!

Stop it! Stop it! Matthew,
it's me, your mother!

It's Mr. DaCosta. He's dead.

His neck's broken.

I thought the cat
was you, Mother.

I thought I killed you.

This boy is sick, ma'am.

Maybe he's sick for
the rest of his life...

from walking like you told him
a strong man walks.

He'll be of no use
to you anymore.

Here. Put him out of his misery.

His misery is mine.

I'll try and take it back

and give him something
he can live with in its place.

I don't know what this means...

or what it meant to him.

I only know that he always
wore it when he prayed.

Whatever his faith, he
prayed alone and silently.

And I only know one prayer
that he made,

and I think it's good enough
for all of us.

We wish you peace
in whatever comes after death.

All right, folks,
let's start loading.

We pull out in half an hour.

You'll find his horses
hitched to your wagon.

Major.

Major, please don't leave.

There's something
I want you to hear.

Matthew.

Matthew, in all the years
your father was sick,

I loved him
and took care of him.

I know.

Day after day through the years

he sat in a wheelchair,

and the outside of him smiled,

and the inside suffered
with pain and agony.

He was alive, and he was dead.

I kept him alive for ten years.

And finally, when I
realized there was no hope...

I let him die.

You put him out of his misery?

I thought in that way to
put us all out of our misery...

You and me, as well as him.

And from what I had lived,

I thought to teach you
to take, instead of give...

to hate, instead of love.

A man asked me a few hours ago

if there was no place
in my teaching for love.

I told him love costs too much.

Now I know better.

Whatever the cost, there
is no living without love.

So if you must hate...

hate me for what I tried
to do to you.

The man, he said...

each touches the other,

and only God can judge
where guilt begins.

I believe him, Mom.

I'd like to be a man like him...

if I can.

You heard.

Will you still
let me have the horses?

Yes.

Where will I go?

Wherever your conscience
tells you, Mrs. Brant.

Good luck.

Wagons... ho!

Major.

If Mrs. Brant's going East, she's
heading in the wrong direction, isn't she?

No, Bill, she's heading in the
right direction, for her... and the boy.

But all she's got waiting for
her in Sedgwick is jail, isn't it?

She's already been through
worse than jail, Bill.

I figure she's entitled
to a fresh start,

and I'm gonna do all I can to
help her when we get to Sedgwick.

Besides, the East
is no place to raise a boy.

He oughta be in California.

Well, come on, we
got places to go. Right!

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