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Kill me! Kill me!

Kill me!

Blast you, kill me!

Don't you understand?

In the name of whatever god you worship, kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me.

Hold 'em up, Charlie!

CHARLIE: Hold 'em up!

I am Neja, chief of the Mojave.

I bring you white man. Is he with your party?

No. No, I don't think so.

Where'd you get him?

He came at us shooting.

Not shooting at us, but in air.

He was yelling, "Kill me!"

Over and over, he say, "Kill me."

Mojave never kill.

White man look at us strangely.

His eyes not good. Eyes sick.

He fall, I see wagon train, I bring to you.

You want?

Yeah, I'll take him along.

My brave say,

"When he fall, leave him lay.

"If you take to white man,

white man say you hurt."

Mojave not hurt white man.

I believe you. Thanks for bringing him in.

Mojave medicine for fever I give you.

Make well. You take.

Thanks. If he lives, he owes his life to you.

From the white man, offered in friendship.

Neja accepts in friendship.

Neja offers white brother warning.

Drums say Indian war party,

Apache, on way north, looking for scalps.

Apaches usually don't range this far north.

Indian drums say war party

raid wagon trains.

You keep watch.

You bet I'll keep watch. Thanks for the warning.

Tejomay.

Tejomay. Tejomay.

Bill, you want to give me a hand here?

How is he?

Not much change.

Shall I keep that stuff on the fire?

Yeah, I want to give him some more in about an hour.

Think he's gonna make it? Hard to tell.

His face looks familiar to me.

I've seen him somewhere.

I thought the same thing the first time I looked at him.

Then I realized it was just the look.

The look? Yeah.

He has the look on his face of a man that's lost.

By gosh, you're right.

He wanted the Mojaves to kill him.

I don't know why, but...

wherever he's from, he's no gift from heaven.

You wanna keep an eye on him?

If there's any change, you let me know.

Good evening, Mr. McCullough.

Good evening, Reverend.

How's the stranger among us?

At least we're giving him his medicine.

Can I be of assistance?

Would you like me to sit with him for a while?

Reverend, that's very kind, but Charlie's with him now.

Maybe you could help us out tomorrow.

Any time at all. I'll pray that God, in His infinite mercy,

will see fit to return him to us.

I'm sure he'll appreciate your prayers.

Good night. Good night.

Where am I?

You're in a wagon train headed for Sacramento.

H-how did I get here?

Mojave Indians brought you.

They didn't know your name.

My name is Luke Grant.

Howdy, I'm Flint McCullough.

I'm a stranger in these parts.

Well, we all are, more or less.

I don't thank you for saving my life.

I didn't ask you to.

Oh... so weary.

Weary and empty.

You go back to sleep.

You'll feel better when you wake up.

No... no more sleep. I...

I don't want to go back to that prison again.

Prison?

My dreams.

How is he?

Well, he's better. At least he's gonna live.

I'm glad of that.

Flint, did you ever hear of Christmas in August?

No, is that what it is?

If you don't believe it, just see what Santy Claus is sending our way.

See, what'd I tell you? Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah.

WOMAN: Whoa! Go over there.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa.

Howdy, ladies.

Are you the Seth Adams train?

We sure are.

Oh!

I'm so glad we were able to catch you, Major Adams.

Oh, I'm not Major Adams.

This is our scout, Mr. McCullough.

Oh. Well, could we travel to the next town with you, Major Adams?

Oh, this isn't Major Adams.

No, I ain't old enough or fat enough.

Well, I have to talk to Major Adams.

I'm sorry, he's not here right now.

I'm in charge. Maybe I can be of some service to you.

I'm Victoria.

Victoria...?

Victoria and Her Redheads.

CHARLIE: These aren't your sisters?

No, they're my act. We're singers.

We performed at the New Orleans Opera House last year,

and we'll be at the Denver Opera later in the season.

I've always loved opery.

Since when? Since right now.

We were just on our way to play an engagement

at the Strand in Garden Grove.

We play theaters between opera houses.

Well, well, well, well, well.

Stop drooling, Charlie.

I ain't drooling. I'm just window shopping.

Always liked redheads.

You were saying?

We closed last night

at the Bijou at Walnut Creek,

and as we were packing the manager came into us

and said that he'd heard rumors all over town about Apaches.

I guess we should've waited until it was safe to travel,

but we have to open Monday night.

So then he told us about your train.

He said perhaps we could catch up with you and travel with you,

so we left right away and traveled all night.

We'd be very happy to have you join up.

Well, we'll pay.

Oh, not, uh, that's not necessary for such a short distance.

You're very kind, but we prefer to pay our own way.

You take that up with the major,

but I do wish you'd, uh,

have your friends keep quiet about the Apaches.

I understand.

All right, you pull your wagon into the line.

We'll get some of the men to help you drive.

And there we were, in the middle of nowhere,

surrounded by a thousand screaming Indians.

I said to the major, "Don't you worry about a thing.

Old Charlie's here, and I'll handle everything."

Hello, Flint. Then what happened?

Oh, nothing. Nothing.

Nothing? Ladies, modesty seals the lips

of this fearless hero.

Charles Wooster conquered

a thousand screaming Indians single-handed.

Oh, you did? How did y'all do it?

One little old man against a thousand Indians?

Oh, never ask a hero how.

He has to protect his professional secrets.

No one knows when he might be asked to conquer

a thousand screaming Indians again.

Let's roll, Charlie.

Not a minute too soon. Thank you.

You stay right there and help those ladies.

Get the wagon into line. Yes, sir!

Here we go.

Wagons ho!

Vicky, what's wrong? You're so white.

Nothing. For a minute I thought I'd seen a ghost.

Hi, Flint. Hi.

Any sign of Apache?

No, so far so good. What's up?

What do you think about stopping for now?

The water hole's about three hours' ride from here.

I don't want to stop train unless we have to.

If we don't, some of those horses are gonna drop in their tracks.

That's it, then.

All righty.

♪ Ooh, love is a wonderful thing ♪

♪ Love has a blessing to bring ♪

♪ Love makes a beggar a king ♪

Fay, that note you are not hitting

is B flat above high C.

Oh, Vicky, it's so hot!

Darling, it isn't any hotter

for you than it is for anyone else.

Yes, but no one else has to reach for B flat above high C.

If we could just have some water.

But you've already had water.

A half a cup? Now, look.

Let's remember that we're pioneering, hmm?

And pioneers are not supposed to complain.

We're singing pioneers,

and it takes saliva to sing.

Well, then, let's try not to use up so much talking.

GIRL: Sometimes I wish I was still in South Carolina.

It's hot there, too, honey.

Oh, but not like it is here.

You just can't get away from this Western heat.

All right, let's begin at the chorus again, shall we?

♪ You know although no word is said ♪

♪ A look can say so much instead ♪

♪ We're talking from the heart ♪

♪ As we have from the start ♪

♪ That's better, Fay, now that's the right note ♪

♪ I knew you knew without a word ♪

♪ The message sweet and low ♪

♪ That said I love you so-oh ♪

♪ Love is a wonderful thing ♪

♪ Your breathing is not what it should be today ♪

♪ Just hold your chest back and sing ♪

♪ From your diaphragm, sing ♪

♪ Ooh, love is a wonderful thing ♪

♪ Love has a blessing to bring ♪

♪ Love makes a beggar a king ♪

♪ So happy heart, happy heart, sing! ♪

Don't stop now.

Never thought I'd hear Strauss out here.

You know Strauss music?

My favorite composer.

Since when?

Since right now.

Don't you think we oughta feed

the patient 'fore you start singing? Come on.

I'll be right in, Charlie.

Why don't you try a little milk? It's good for you.

I'm not hungry. You have to.

Flint said so, and he's in charge.

It's fresh milk. You know how hard that is to come by?

Give it to someone who wants to live.

Oh, he won't do anything you say.

Thinks everybody's wrong except him.

Here.

How's the patient?

I think he's improving... He's ornery.

Maybe you can get him to eat, Reverend.

I'm glad to hear you're better, my friend.

God is good.

The fact that I'm better

is glaring proof that God is not good.

Oh, I'm sorry, my friend. I meant no offense.

Forgive me, but your face seems so familiar.

Have we met before?

No, Reverend. We come from different worlds.

There's only one world.

One world? One heaven? One God?

That is my belief.

How fortunate you are

to find belief so simple.

It's not simple to keep one's faith

through the trial and adversity of a lifetime.

You're a fool.

But I envy you.

What comfort...

to pray and know there's a God to hear you.

What peace to sleep at night

and think yourself secure

in the blessing of the Almighty.

What reassurance to look on death...

and believe in the Resurrection.

My faith is any man's. Do you share it?

Will you share my doubts?

I will try to answer them.

And you know what the end would be?

You would join me in the darkness.

I would be your destruction.

I know there is no God!

Well, what's on your mind?

Here, let me drive for a while.

Thank you.

This morning, I thought

I saw a man look out the back of that wagon.

You probably did.

We picked a fella up this morning.

Well, I only saw him for a minute,

but, well, he looked very familiar to me.

He has that effect on a couple people.

What's his name?

Luke Grant.

Well, seem familiar?

It's an odd name.

Well, he's kind of an odd character.

What are you doing here, Charlie?

Who's driving your wagon?

Bill's driving it.

I told Bill to ride point.

He was. He came back. Wants to talk to you.

About what?

One of them secrets you two have, I guess.

Wanted to see you, anyway.

All right, you drive for a while, will ya?

Yes, sir. Excuse me, Victoria.

Hup!

Mr. Wooster, that man that's in your wagon,

the one who's ill, Luke Grant,

what does he look like?

Well, I've never seen him shaved yet.

Would you say that he had a fair complexion?

No, he's rather on the dark side,

and of course he's sunburned now.

What color are his eyes?

Oh, I guess a medium brown.

Well, do they ever change,

like, when he gets angry... Do they get darker?

Well, I suppose they do.

How old do you think he is?

Oh, I'd say around 40.

Say, you know a lot about this man, don't you?

No, not at all. Mr. McCullough was talking

about him, and I guess I just got curious.

You stay away from him. He's a mean man.

A mean man?

A very mean man.

Yeah, found it at a drifters' camp

with three bodies that all been scalped.

It's Apache, isn't it?

Yeah, it's Chiracawa Apache.

We'll double the guard, change it every three hours,

and you and I can circulate among the lookouts.

All right. You still don't want the people to know, huh?

No sense in worrying them now.

All right, you two, I'm coming out,

so you can keep your secrets to yourself.

Sound like a couple of old women hanging up clothes.

You think we oughta tell him?

Yeah, we won't have any peace till we do.

You don't have to tell me anything.

I'm not interested.

We haven't said anything about this

'cause we know how you feel about Apaches.

Apaches! Shh!

Charlie, shut up. You're gonna wake the camp.

There's a war party in the area.

The major promised me there wouldn't be any Apaches up this far.

I don't think they asked his permission.

Mm, Apaches. Ooh.

Why don't you try to be brave like the rest of us?

You two don't have as much to lose as I do.

Your scalp don't cover your whole face.

Where's the fella that stopped a thousand Indians single-handed?

I'm not afraid of a thousand Indians,

long as they're not Apaches.

Why did you tell me? You know I hate 'em.

What's the hot water for?

Mr. Grant is gonna shave.

He's feeling better?

Say, that's an idea.

This is quite a temptation.

I'd better shave myself, huh?

It sure is. I'll go check the guard.

Don't you worry, Charlie. It'll be all right.

Yeah.

Good evening.

It's a wonderful night, isn't it?

I never realized that the desert

could be so beautiful,

so cruel in the daytime,

and so very gentle at night.

We usually try to travel at night

when we're in the desert, but naturally...

I understand.

Do you remember any...

well, specific information about the Apaches?

No, the manager just said

that an Army captain had told him.

I'm glad to know the Army knows about it.

You are worried.

No one on the train seems to be alarmed.

We're trying to keep everything

as normal as possible and yet take precautions.

Mr. Wooster told us there'd be square dancing

in the circle after a while.

Yes, there will.

Would you like us to sing?

Yes, I think that might be a big help.

Penny.

Oh, I was just... wondering.

About me?

Mm-hmm.

You were about to ask, "What's a little lady

like you doing with a theatrical troupe?"

Something like that.

Obviously, uh, you've been asked that question before.

I have to answer that question

just about every place we go.

I've been thinking of having cards printed up,

saying "Gentlemen, it is quite possible"

"for a lady to go on the stage

"and remain a lady.

We make our living singing."

I didn't mean to infer anything else.

Oh, come, Mr. McCullough.

The inference goes hand in hand with the question.

I didn't mean to offend you.

You didn't offend me in the least.

Obviously I did. No, not at all.

A woman has to expect questions

when she goes out in the world like this.

That's absolutely true.

It's a pity you don't believe it.

I do believe it, Mr. McCullough.

I'm very aware that this is a man's world.

How much longer do you intend to let us keep it?

Do you always start punching before you get hit?

I suppose I do now.

I didn't at first,

but then, all men are alike.

Now, that's something I would never presume to believe about women.

Women are different.

I agree. You see,

now we're on the same side.

How did you ever back me into that?

It really seems strange

to sit here talking about ordinary things,

when we both know

that out there, any minute...

That's the best time to talk about ordinary things.

Tell me, uh,

what made you decide to become a singer?

I started out to be an opera singer.

Studied in New York.

Oh, I thought I was going to take

the Academy of Music

and the Astor Opera House by storm.

I didn't.

No love story?

I mean, young, beautiful, bitter.

There must be a love story.

No love story, Mr. McCullough.

That's also the story of my life.

I don't believe in love.

You have a lot in common with my patient in the wagon.

He, too, is, uh, positive about things

that nobody can be positive about.

What is he so positive about?

Oh, that hell is here on Earth

and there's no heaven in the hereafter.

I knew a man named Luke Grant once.

He was closer to God

than any man I ever knew.

Well, obviously, this is not the same Luke Grant.

No, it couldn't be.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, I hardly recognize you.

Mr. Wooster found some clothes for me.

They're not too bad a fit.

How do you feel?

A little shaky.

Maybe you shouldn't be up yet.

I have an appointment, Mr. McCullough,

and this time you're not going to cheat me out of it.

You're still determined to die, huh?

I've outlived my time... and my usefulness.

You think that's a decision

that you're supposed to make?

I certainly don't think it's one you should make.

Maybe not.

I guess I just have

a strange sense of responsibility for you.

I'm in search of peace, Mr. McCullough,

and I know where it lies.

It lies in quiet and eternal darkness.

I don't know what the major would do about you,

but I know I don't have the wisdom to reach

a man who doesn't have any faith.

Never had any faith?!

At one time, Mr. McCullough,

I was a representative of faith.

I was a minister of the Gospel.

♪ Waltzing hath charms ♪

♪ You must agree ♪

♪ Waltzing hath charms ♪

♪ Come dance with me ♪

♪ Here in your arms ♪

♪ Where would I be? ♪

♪ I'll dance and dance ♪

♪ But only with thee ♪

♪ Waltzing, waltzing ♪

♪ One, two, three, one ♪

♪ Dancing, dancing ♪

♪ Can be such fun ♪

♪ When you're waltzing with the right one ♪

♪ You hope the music will never be done ♪

♪ Let's keep dancing forever ♪

♪ Keep on dancing forever ♪

♪ Let's keep waltzing the rest of our lives ♪

♪ In a whirl, a whirl, a whirl ♪

♪ Let's keep dancing forever ♪

♪ Keep romancing forever ♪

♪ When you found the right girl ♪

♪ Keep her a-whirl, keep her a-whirl ♪

♪ Life and love and laughter ♪

♪ Happy ever after ♪

♪ You and your loved one ♪

♪ Know life is a waltz ♪

Oh!

All right, everybody, calm down.

I'll go see what it is. Charlie, take over.

All right, folks, everybody dance!

Grab your partners. Form a circle.

Play, gentlemen, play!

Come on, fellas! Play, I said!

Didn't sound like a white man.

No. Better check each guard.

He didn't know what hit him.

Might as well take him back and bury him.

Could be the start of a massacre.

Huh-uh. If it were,

they'd have already launched the attack.

But they must have a good reason for waiting.

Either that or it's the work of a couple scouts.

We'd better get back and make preparations for a siege.

Death is but crossing the world as friends do the seas.

They live in one another still.

Sleep well and peacefully,

and above thy untroubled ashes,

may the earth be light.

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee ♪

♪ Nearer to Thee ♪

♪ E'en though it be Your cross ♪

♪ That raiseth me ♪

ALL: ♪ Still all my songs shall be ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee ♪

♪ Nearer to Thee ♪

Surely we have something to say to one another.

Why? We're strangers.

Are we, Luke?

I'm no one you know or ever knew.

You left your pulpit.

I was expelled from my pulpit.

You must know that. No, I didn't know.

Ask the holy hypocrites at home about it.

They'll welcome the chance to tell it again.

Ask them why I was judged unworthy...

why my mother died of a broken heart.

Luke, tell me. You must tell me.

Please, I'm your friend.

I have no friends.

Then for the sake of the past when we were friends!

The past?

What could I possibly care about the past?

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

I can't believe anything will happen to us.

Even though I saw those men,

even though I know, right now,

there must be Indians out there...

I just can't believe my life is over.

Well, I guess we all think of ourselves

as being indestructible.

I mean, dying always seems to happen to somebody else.

There's something I want to tell you.

I did know Luke Grant.

I know.

Was it that obvious?

Luke and I lived next door to each other.

He was quite a few years older.

He used to say that he helped raise me.

I guess he did.

I was in and out of the parsonage all the time.

The parsonage?

Luke's father was town preacher.

I guess maybe that's why Luke

was so set on being one.

Knowing him now, that's pretty hard to believe.

His father announced our engagement

from the pulpit. That was before

Luke went away to the seminary.

I was church soloist that summer...

and I was going to New York to study

at the Academy of Music.

At first, Luke and I wrote...

We wrote every day.

And then, gradually, we both seemed to get

caught up in our studies.

And then Luke's father died,

so he went home to take over the parsonage.

My music teacher said

with another year of study, I...

I'd be ready for opera.

So, I wrote Luke and I asked him

what he thought I should do.

He finally wrote back.

He said that conventions being what they were...

and the ministry being a very special way of life

and a minister needing his wife beside him,

he... he thought it would be better

if we ended our engagement.

I thought... I thought

he was giving me a choice...

so I went home.

And I got there on Luke's wedding day.

I stood in that church and I watched another woman

look at Luke and take my vows.

And I heard Luke pledge the words

that promise love's fulfillment.

And love died inside me.

I'm sorry.

It was over a long, long time ago.

Strange that you should arrive here on the train

within a few hours of each other.

Strange? No.

It was a terrible, ironic coincidence.

Perhaps not.

I remember saying he hadn't come from heaven.

Now I'm not so sure.

BILL: Flint?

You'd better get inside the circle.

Go ahead.

If them Apaches are comin', I wish they'd come and get it over with.

Wonder how much they think I can stand.

They've got a plan, Charlie.

Maybe they're waiting to increase their strength.

Maybe they're just waiting till dawn.

Those maybes will unnerve you, Flint.

That's part of the plan, too, I'm afraid.

Mr. McCullough, Mr. McCullough, Victoria's gone!

We've been all over camp, and she's just gone!

I'll go out and have a look around.

If I don't come back, don't come after me.

You're in charge.

I'm going with you.

It's better if I go alone.

Please, I... I've got to help her.

All right, Grant, keep low

and don't do anything without a signal from me.

This is far enough.

Really can't see much until it gets light.

Where is she?

Where is she?!

I thought you were the man

who didn't care about anything.

She told me quite a bit about you two.

Oh, if only I'd talked to her.

I said, "What do I care for the past?"

I struck at her deliberately

with all my own bitterness and pain.

And for me, she's all that remains of love

in this entire world.

I thought you had a wife, Reverend.

My wife left me, ran off in the night

with a man I thought was my friend.

The Sunday after my wife left, my church was packed.

People who'd never been there came to see if I would come.

I looked them in the eye and preached my sermon.

Next Sunday, church was less than half full,

and week by week, the congregation dwindled.

Finally, the leaders of the congregation came to me.

They tried to perform the operation painlessly.

"Perhaps, under the circumstances,

I would prefer a change."

I reminded them

that I'd been born in that parsonage,

that I'd been brought up

under the wings of that church.

When they saw they couldn't ease me out,

they took a different tone.

And I began to see them.

At last, I began to really see them

stripped of their politeness and platitudes.

I saw those men, those men of God,

for what they were, hypocrites,

paying lip service to sanctitude.

Reverend, you can't judge God

by the men who worship Him.

I did.

And I walked away from

that shabby wooden temple of pretense

and their God.

I'd say you ran away.

I wandered from town to town, walking.

I watched man murder and destroy his brother.

I watch him die on battlefields

calling on God for help that never came.

And I wept for those who believe

and curse myself

for those I taught to believe.

Finally, I came out here in search of peace

I could never find.

And never shall.

Men have found a lot out here,

even God.

What is it?

We don't have a chance of getting into that camp.

You mean, we go back and leave her?

I mean we go back and pray. Let's go.

They're heading for the train.

Well, why are they...

Why are they turning that way?

I don't know,

but they've got some reason.

Let's hurry.

Holy mackerel, Bill, where'd they all come from?

Sure doesn't look good.

The major said this was one of the safest parts of the trip,

and he is never wrong, so this must be a mirage.

A mirage? Are you trying to be funny or something?

No, it's just the things I can't see that scare me.

I feel much better now.

Well, Charlie, what you see out there

is about a thousand Apache.

I once heard somebody say that a man only dies once,

and I intend to die like a true pioneer,

with hair on my head and face.

Well, aren't you getting brave all at once?

No, I ain't. Hey, here comes McCullough.

You didn't find Victoria?

I'm afraid not, but we haven't given up hope.

How does it look out there, Flint?

It looks mighty strange.

You figure they waited till daylight to attack us?

Apaches'll attack anytime, but they

seem to be worried about something.

You mean they're afraid they can't whip us!

I mean maybe they know something we don't know.

They split their forces into two groups,

and they're just sitting there.

Are they heading this way?

No. They've got their backs to us.

BILL: Hard to figure, isn't it?

I've never seen anything like it before.

Why don't we just up and roll outta here?

Why don't you start using your head for a change?

I guess we would be sticking our necks out.

Does that mean we're trapped?

That's what it means,

but they know it as well as we do.

They're not just sitting out there for their health.

There's some reason they haven't attacked us.

CHARLIE: Well, I wish you knew the reason.

So do I.

Amen.

You ever think you'd live to see that?

Luke Grant rejected God,

but in his heart he never doubted.

That was why he suffered so.

We're all given trials, but not all of us

are blessed with the patience of Job

to help us endure them.

But I did feel great inner strength in that man.

I felt somehow sure he would survive.

I hope we all survive today.

Have faith.

"I will say of the Lord He is my refuge and my fortress:

"My God, in Him will I trust.

"His truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

"Thou shalt not fear the terror by night,

"nor the arrow that flyeth by day.

"A thousand shall fall by thy side,

"and 10,000 at thy right hand,

"but it shall not come nigh thee.

"For He shall give His angels charge over thee,

to keep thee in all thy ways."

Come on, you dogs!

Cavalry's doing pretty well for itself.

Always glad about the Army.

Oh!

Hey, that looks like the major.

And he's got Victoria with him.

Let's break down the barricade, let him through.

Here we are!

Hey, I'll put him away for you.

Victoria, my goodness!

Oh, thank God! Thank God!

Major, they're kissing!

Now, let me get this straight.

You knew the cavalry was coming,

and you let us sweat it out all night?

Well, how could I? I was riding with them.

Why were you riding with them?

You belong here with us.

You've said it to me many times, Major...

When you've got a job to do, do it.

Don't get sidetracked.

I didn't get sidetracked!

I went after the cavalry to save your necks.

I went after them, I found them, and I brought them.

Now, that's all there is to it.

All right, you went after them,

you found them, you brought them.

Then why didn't you come back to the train?

Well, I... I... what was that?

Take your time.

Take all the time you want,

but then come up with a good answer.

Well, I just figured I oughta help out the cavalry, that's all.

Do I understand that you don't feel the cavalry

could've driven the Apaches off without you?

No, I wouldn't go so far as to say that.

I should hope not.

You're just like an old fire horse.

Every time you hear a bugle, you take off.

You stay out of this!

I am out of it! I stayed here and watched my wagon train.

Listen, I don't need the two of you

to tell me where my duty lies.

Somebody has to tell you.

There are hundreds of people on this train who depend on you.

You've got no right to go play soldier

and take a chance of getting killed. That's right, Flint.

I didn't get myself killed, did I?

Wasn't your fault you didn't!

You talk too much!

You've laid down certain rules

by which you want this wagon train run.

I want to inform you you've broken most of them today.

Yes. You've been very naughty today.

What we don't need around here is a dead hero.

We need a dead wagon master.

We're gonna have a dead cook if you don't shut up.

Don't blame Charlie, because he's not wrong.

You are wrong.

Well, all right, I'm...

I'm... all right, I'm wrong!

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Yeah, well, we, uh, accept your apology.

You... my apo...

Shall I tell them to get hooked up, Major?

Yeah, Bill, let's get out of here.

Anytime you say the word, Mr. McCullough, we'll roll.

Very well, Mr. Wooster.

He's in charge?

When you left this wagon train, you left him in charge.

I heard it with my own ears.

Well, is it all right with you two if I just sort of tag along?

As long as you can stay with the group

and not ride off with the soldiers.

Yes, sir.

Wagons, ho!

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

"Yes, sir." Aah!