All language subtitles for 37 - The Shad Bennington Story

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Now, my good man, I thought
I made it abundantly clear

that your patronage of this...
Never mind that, George.

Just get me
the Prince Albert suite

and set up a pen in the back
for my friend Endicott.

Would you like
to leave voluntarily,

or shall I have you
thrown out? Neither.

I told you, we don't rent
accommodations to pigs!

You don't rent anything...
Not anymore.

I beg your pardon?

I, uh...
I just bought this hotel,

and you're fired.

♪

♪ Go bury thy sorrow ♪

♪ The world hath its share ♪

♪ Go bury it deeply ♪

♪ Go hide it with care ♪

♪ Go think of it calmly ♪

♪ When curtained by night ♪

♪ Go tell it to Jesus ♪

♪ And all will be right ♪

♪ Go tell it to Jesus ♪

♪ He knoweth thy grief ♪

♪ Go tell it to Jesus ♪

♪ He'll send thee relief ♪

♪ Go gather the sunshine ♪

♪ He sheds on the way ♪

♪ He'll lighten thy burden ♪

♪ Go, weary one, pray ♪

You know, Charlie, it's
my Christian duty to tell you

you should never
sing in a choir.

The way you go off key,
it's a sacrilege.

Listen, you
broken-down baritone,

I know more about music than
you ever... Artistic temperament.

I don't like this singin'.
Bill, I gotta agree with ya,

I don't like his singing
either. And I don't like yours.

Thank you, children.
Same time tomorrow.

Just think, ten more days, then
Sacramento and some real food.

Oh, yessir, real food.

You'll be sorry when I'm gone.

Like that old saying goes,
you'll miss my dry apple pie

after old Wooster's gone to
Afri-ky. Who's going to Africa?

Hello, Miss Abigail. Cup
of coffee? Oh, no, thanks.

Well, Charlie there says
he might go to Africa.

Bill and I, we thought we'd
take up a collection, pay his way.

If there's anything in this world
that could civilize those cannibals,

it's Charlie Wooster's
dry apple pie.

Like I been tellin' ya,
Miss Abigail,

these two are the cross
I have to bear.

There's nothing in the world
the matter with your

dry apple pie, Mr. Wooster.

Or your voice either.

See?

You better look out,
Miss Abigail,

you're liable to end up
with a be-whiskered cook.

I don't want a cook; I want
a driver. Did you find him?

Yes, I found him.

I found him down at
the Comstock Queen Saloon,

all nestled up with
a bottle of whiskey.

Says he's going to work
Monday morning in the mines.

Oh, he is, is he?
Now wait a minute.

There's no use in
you talking to him.

Believe me, I've tried
everything there is.

He agreed to drive me right
through to San Francisco,

he can't walk out on me!

I don't know how
you can stop him.

I'll stop him. I'll yank him by

the scruff of the neck,
that's what I'll do.

You just watch!

Word for word I told him, just
like you said... he won't come out.

You want me to go in
and talk to him myself?

Lady, I told you, you can't go
in there. It's against the rules.

Then get him out here.

I came clear across
the country with him, and

I don't intend to let
him walk out on me now!

Oh! Careful, ma'am.

Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
I'm terribly upset, and I...

You want a beer? No,
no, I don't want a beer.

Wait, don't go! I'm sorry, lady.

I've done all I can.

What seems to be the trouble?

Oh, my driver's in there.

He says he's going to quit
and go to work

in the silver mines
at Virginia City,

and the wagon train's
leaving in the morning.

I've been four months
getting here,

and I just won't
let him quit, that's all.

You're absolutely right.

You think so? Sure.

What's he look like?

His name's Judd Higgins.

He's thin, brown hair,
kind of freckle-faced,

and about forty.

Leather jacket? Yes.

I'll be right out.

Well, Miss Abigail. How do
you do? Oh! Oh, this isn't mine.

Are you trying to entice
Judd out here, or is it for you?

I'm just holding it for that man
that went in to get my driver.

I didn't realize you liked beer.
Ha ha! Major, this isn't funny.

You of all people! If Judd
Higgins walks out on me,

I don't know what I'll do.

Everybody's gone to work in the
mines. There isn't another driver...

Hey, Judd! Hold on there!

Judd! Hey!

Well, Miss Abigail, you just
shouldn't have paid him off last night.

When you're coming
to a place like this,

you always want to hold back
a couple of weeks' pay.

Well, we're not licked yet.

I'll go over to the miner's hall
and see if I can find some...

You know, if you bring a couple
of buckets of suds to choir practice,

you'll get some real singing!

Ha ha ha! Oh, Major!

Went out the back door.

I know. Thanks anyway.

Here. Soak your head.

That's not for me.
That's for Endicott.

Endicott? The other
half of the family.

Like to meet him?

Can he drive a wagon?

I don't know. Let's ask him.

Come on over to the hotel.

Oh, no, no... Endicott's
staying out in back.

He's kind of an outdoor man.

He's gone around back
with some woman

and a pail of beer.

Well, Endicott has to
have his beer, I guess.

This is preposterous!

Who ever heard of holding up
a directors meeting for a pig?!

If he wants it to hold up
for a pig, you'll wait on a pig.

Who says I will? I do.

Right now, Sam Livingston's
pig outranks us all.

You're having nightmares
about Sam Livingston.

Ever since he bought control
of the Argonaut Bank,

you've been conjuring up
terrible things he's gonna do to us.

Well, maybe they are
nightmares. I hope so.

I hope they are nightmares.

But one thing
is not a nightmare...

Sam Livingston can ruin me,
you, the bank, all of us,

by one flick
of his little finger.

He's got control.

He's caught us in a bad position
with silver stocks.

One move from him...
The wrong move...

And we'll go down
like a house of cards.

That, gentlemen,
is not a nightmare...

that is real, terrible fact.

So I guess we'll just wait
on Sam Livingston's pig.

Always was a bearcat for
beer. Just like his father.

It's a shame. Yeah, I know.

I been talking temperance
to him, but he won't listen.

That's his trouble. What?

Pigheaded.

I knew I shouldn't have asked.

There's a lot to a pig if you take
the trouble to get acquainted with him.

I was waiting to ask that.

How Endicott and me
got acquainted?

I don't mean to pry, but I
can't remember the last time

I met a nice young man
with a pet pig.

You, uh, you just
happen to like pigs?

Not especially.

This is a case of obligation.

See, I gave Endicott's father
my solemn promise

that I'd take care of him
to the end of his days.

I owe a great deal
to Endicott's father.

Matter of fact, I owe just
about everything I have to him.

See, I was up on a homestead
about four years ago up in Montana.

I was about to
starve to death, too.

Got down to the bottom
of the flour barrel

and decided I'd make
a batch of biscuits.

I'll spare you the details,

but anyway, the biscuits burned.

I got so mad I threw 'em out the
back door as far as I could throw 'em.

Endicott's old man
was out there,

and being a pig, he didn't much care
whether biscuits were burned or not.

He started rooting around there
in the biscuits,

and pretty soon he was coming
up with some pretty good color.

Color? Gold.

Pretty fair strike, too.

So I figure if his boy
wants a beer now and then,

he's got it coming to him.

Isn't that right, Endicott?

Come here.

Good boy. Loves to
have his back scratched.

All pigs do.

You know, you're a real
individualist, aren't you?

Yeah, I expect so.

You think you could stand me
for the next ten days?

I'm a missionary, but I
promise not to work on you

unless you want me to.

I'll pay you a dollar a day
and your meals,

and I'm a pretty good cook.

I don't have anything
against missionaries.

One of 'em fed me once when I
was hungry not too far from here.

A dollar a day, huh?
And all you can eat.

What about Endicott?

We'll take him too.
I'll make biscuits for him.

No beer, though.

Hmm...

Uh, Mr. Livingston, sir,

the directors are waiting in
the parlor... I thought I fired you.

I'm living in the hope, sir,
that you'll reconsider.

All right, tell 'em I'll
be right in. Yes, sir!

Directors?

Yeah, a bank I bought.

You what?!

I bought a bank.

It's not much of a bank,
but it's mine.

I suppose I oughta
do something about it.

Say, that dollar a day...
How long's that offer good for?

Oh, well, surely you can't
be interested in... MAN: Sam?

Oh. Excuse me.

Sam, I don't want to press you,

but the boys are getting
a little restless.

We have things to
decide, you know. Yeah.

Cass, this is... I'm sorry...

Abigail Newkirk.

Miss Newkirk, this is Cass
Fleming. How do you do, ma'am.

Cass is an old friend of mine.

Oh, yes, an old,
old friend, ma'am.

Sam and I pushed
over these mountains in '49.

When you came west in those
days, you had a fight on your hands

all the way from
Independence to Hangtown.

That right, Sam? Huh?

I, uh, I was telling
the young lady that

when you pushed
a team of mules west in '49,

it was something different
from what it is today.

Yeah, it was at that.

Well, shall we go in?

Yeah.

Where you located, Miss Abigail?

With the Adams wagon train
down by the river.

Don't you worry none
about that driver.

Just remember old Moses - he got in a
couple of binds out there in the wilderness.

He came through all right.
You will, too.

Pleasure.

Thanks.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Is he backing out?

No, not yet.

He doesn't think much
of this coal oil, though.

Sting? Yeah.

You mind your mother after this
and stay out of the wild lilac.

It's full of wood ticks.

They got ticks in Africa,
Miss Abigail?

The sure have.

There's nothing they like better
than a juicy boy.

Miss Abigail, I... Wait a minute.

There.

Still wiggling? Yep.

Can I squash
him? He's all yours.

Thanks.

Oh, Homer... Yes, ma'am?

You sure you checked
for more ticks?

Yes, ma'am. All over?

Um-hmm. All right.

You go on back to your wagon.
Your mother's waiting dinner for you.

You know, Miss Abigail, you're
getting to be quite a doctor.

I'm sorry,
I got bad news for ya.

Seems like they're paying
four dollars a day at the mine.

That's just something
we can't compete with,

and I gotta pull out of here at sun-up
tomorrow, can't wait another day.

I'm not worried. You should be.

Remember Moses in the
wilderness, Major. Yeah.

You've got to have
faith. I know about faith...

Howdy. SAM: Hi.

Cass? After you, Sam.

Evening, Miss Abigail.
You remember Cass Fleming.

Of course. Major
Adams, Sam Livingston...

Howdy. Howdy.

And Cass Fleming. I know you.

Argonaut Bank in
Sacramento. Well, sure.

What are you doing up here?
SAM: Came up for the meeting.

Funny how things will
work out, Miss Abigail.

I just happened to mention
back at the meeting

how you was
hurting for a driver,

and Cass here got
a dreamy look on his face

and said how he wished he
could push a team over the hump,

just like he did in '49.

Well, it wasn't more than a couple
of handshakes and we had a deal.

You? Yep. That's
what it looks like.

You mean you want to drive a
wagon over that hump? SAM: Why not?

He did it in '49.

He knows every bend in
the trail, don't you, Cass?

I, uh, I figured I'd go along
as a kind of a relief driver,

if that's all right
with you, Abigail.

Well, I'd love to have you.
How about Endicott?

We'll tow him behind.

That's kind of a tough
trail to follow over that pass.

You sure you can
handle it? I reckon I can.

Well, I don't know, this
is the first time in my life

I ever hired a bank
president for a wagon skinner.

Cass, you better have the
Major show you about the remuda.

Gonna have to roll out
pretty early in the morning.

All right, Sam. You'll
find our picket line

up there on the outside of
that second wagon. Thanks.

Is this some kind of a joke?

No, it ain't a joke.

No, that's one thing it ain't...

it ain't a joke.

♪ We're bound
for Californ-i-ay ♪

♪ Whoop-dee-oodlee-ay ♪

♪ One more mountain ♪

♪ One more mountain to cross ♪

♪ One more mountain..♪ ♪

Well, Bill,
we almost got it made.

Pret'near four months, by golly,

of hardships and bruises
and bumps and blood

and everything else.

I guess they got a
right to sing. Yep.

♪ One more mountain ♪

♪ One more mountain to cross ♪

♪ One more mountain,
one more mountain to cross ♪

It seems to me we made our
first camp on that creek over there,

didn't we, Cass?

Yeah, I believe we did at that.

Huh. We didn't get started out
of Carson City till afternoon then.

I forget the reason why.

Funny you'd forget
a thing like that, Cass.

Well, nineteen years, Sam.

Lot of water under
the bridge since then.

Yeah. Of course, it didn't
make the same impression

on you as it did on me.

Well, don't keep me
in suspense. What held you up?

It was almighty cold.
Remember how cold it was, Cass?

Sure do. We were
into November, you see,

it was touch and go
for a while there

if we'd get over the hump
before the first snow.

Well, anyway, of all times, Cass
decided to wash his long-johns

and hung 'em out to dry
the night before.

Ha ha! Yeah, I remember.

In the morning
they were froze stiff.

You coulda busted 'em in half
over your knee.

Sam, how come you'd
remember a thing like that?

Easy. You took mine.

Only had one spare pair, and I
was fixin' to put 'em on myself.

But you took 'em. We had quite
a fight about that, remember?

Before we were finished,
you threw me in the creek.

We started out in 25-degree
weather, and I was soaking wet.

That's why I remember.

Why'd you throw him
in the creek?

Mainly 'cause I was only
sixteen years old,

about half the size of Cass.

Pull up a minute, will ya?

Yeah, that's the place.

Sure enough. What is it?

Come on.

Sam?

You too.

Yeah.

I remember this too.
I almost died here.

Oh? When was that?

'51. On the way back,
after you and me split up.

I figured to go back by myself.

Set off on foot.
Got caught in a blizzard.

Went to 30 below
when I was holed up here.

Had fever, pneumonia.
Second time I had pneumonia.

First time was after Cass
here threw me in the river,

the winter before.

Yeah, that blizzard
hung on for four days.

It's funny how dead-set
a man'll get on staying alive.

Lookie here.

That's why that tree's
dead. The bark's gone.

Uh-huh. I ate it.

You ate it? Mm-hmm.

Must have been a terrible time.

Yeah. Well...

we all went through
a lot in '49.

What'd you go through, Cass?

Well, Sam, I... I...

Just joshing ya, Cass.
Let's get moving.

Coming, Abigail?

You know, ma'am,

you wouldn't have known Sam
in those days.

Peach fuzz on his cheeks,
skinny as a rail.

How much did you weigh, Sam?

About 120 pounds soaking wet.

120 pounds.

He walked up to us in the
camp ground in Independence,

bold as brass.

I'd signed on a couple of
fellas to be my partners,

and then this kid
walks up and says

he wants to go along
as a chore boy.

He had a change of clothes
in his carpet bag,

and not a dime to his name...

Just what was on his back
and in that bag.

And Cherokee.

Cherokee?

My filly.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

She was all I had.

It was kind of like Endicott
in a different sort of a way.

Almost seemed like she could
understand every word you said to her.

She was only a yearling.

Just about big enough
to pack my 120 pounds.

A roan with a shiny coat
and a nose soft as velvet.

Cass, ain't this the place
where the off mule give out?

Yeah. Pull up a minute.

Sam, we can't be
pulling up all the time.

I said pull up.

Whoa.

Gol darn it,
they've stopped again.

What do they think we're running
here, a sight-seeing excursion?

That's the mule.

Came down with glanders
at Carson,

keeled over in the traces.

Did you have another one?

I had a riding mule.

Yeah, a strong mule.
Broke to harness, too,

but Cass, he wanted to ride her.

You used the filly?

No, we...
we only tried to use her.

I told him she couldn't do it.
I... I pleaded with him.

I told him she wasn't
broke to harness.

She couldn't pull a load
like that even if she was.

She was scared to death.

Threw her leg over the traces.

Fell and broke it,
and I had to shoot her.

It was coming on nightfall,
and...

I shot her,
and I laid down beside her

and I...
I put my head on her neck

and I cried myself to sleep.

Sam! What do you think this is,
a sight-seeing trip?

Now, get your outfit going,
will ya? And keep closed up.

Please, Major.

What's going on here?

I guess it is a sort of
a sight-seeing party.

Come on, let's go.

Sam, you've got to...

I don't have to anything.
Come on.

What's the matter, Cass?

You better ask Sam.

Bill, how's the big grade
up there?

That mud's hoof deep. We're
gonna have to double up the teams.

I was afraid of that.
Go stop Charlie, will ya?

Hold up, everybody!

Whoa! What's the matter?

I expect we've got to
double-team.

We were lucky to have
a single team last time.

If those road hadn't froze up
tight, we'd have been here yet.

You remember that high-price
ridin' mule you had, Cass?

Yeah, I remember.

He didn't like the looks
of that grade up ahead.

We were camped down yonder.

He bolted the minute
I got him out of the traces.

Did you get him back?
Yeah, I got him back.

I tracked him all night.
It was cold as thunder.

It was after sun-up
before I got back.

So you didn't blow
my head off after all.

Blow your... I...

I was only joshin' the kid.

With a six-gun in one hand and
a bottle of whiskey in the other?

Funny... I got the feeling
that you weren't kidding.

I got the feeling
that you really would have

tracked me down
and blowed my head off.

You used to get like that,
though, when you was drinkin'.

You know, looking back on it,

I can't hardly remember a
time when you were stone sober.

SETH: Hey, Sam.

We're gonna have to double-team.

Move up when your turn comes.

If you can give us
a hand hitchin' up...

Aw, Cass'll take care of it.

I can use the both of you.

Cass'll make out. He's a
bearcat with a span of mules.

I wouldn't want to
get in his way.

Go on, Cass, don't wait for me.

You wouldn't be raw-hiding
the banker, would ya?

"Senator."

Senator? Yeah.

He's fixin' to run
for Senator this fall.

I wouldn't rawhide him
for the world.

Why, Cass Fleming is one of
the best friends I've got.

Major, do me a favor, will ya?

See that he doesn't get any
more than neck-deep in mud.

Ha ha ha ha!

Yeeahh!

That's it, Cass,
that's it. Steady, now.

Look out, Cass!

Oh! Ah.

You know, I coulda told him
that was gonna happen.

Sam?

Hi.

Would you get me a drink?

Sure.

Thanks.

You should be asleep.

It's past midnight. You too.

I don't feel like it.

Neither do I.

Sam... Hmm?

I promised not to work on you,
so I won't.

Thanks.

But you're sure ripe
for a sermon.

Maybe I'm not worth saving.

That's the trouble.

I want to save you so bad
it hurts.

I appreciate that, Abigail.

I expect it's my upbringing.

I figured nobody's
interested in me...

except me.

And maybe Endicott.

I'm interested in you, Sam.

Really?

Really.

Oh, Sam.

Sam, you're too good for this.

For what?

I won't preach to you.

♪ One more mountain, and
then goodbye to the Major ♪

♪ One more mountain, one
more mountain to cross ♪

Are you sick? No. Why?

It's past six in the morning
and you ain't barked at me yet.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

You go soft on me
and I'll quit you

'fore we get to Sacramento.

Charlie, that tail wagon
has just got me confounded.

A man pulls out
a hog's leg and starts to shoot,

I know what to do with him.

But old Sam Livingston's
not about to do it that way.

Is he still riding the Senator?

Riding is hardly
the word for it, Charlie.

He's roasting him
over a slow fire,

just like a Comanche
roasts a rabbit.

Let me help you, Sam.
I can make out all right.

I said I'd do it.

Sam, I want to talk to you.

Nothing to talk
about. I think there is.

Please.

Sam...

I read a book once by a doctor,

something about how all of us...

our bodies and bones and brains,

keep changing all the time.

What with the food we eat
and the air we breathe,

a man's body completely changes
every seven years.

I remember when I read that,

it gave me a kind of a comfort.

So Sam, I'm nearly three
changes away from the man

who did all those things to you.

And I can look in my heart now
and honestly say that

I'm not the same man at all.

No, I expect you're not.

You're a big man in the state
of California now...

with his eye on
a seat in the senate.

At least one eye, that is.

The other eye in on me,

'cause you know
I can bust you in half.

You know something else, too...

You know I will.

Anybody hungry?

Got some wood
for the wash water.

Dear Father in heaven,

we thank Thee for
bringing us safely

through this long
and dangerous journey,

watching over us
by day and by night,

giving us strength
to cross the rivers

and the mountains
and the barren plains

and the desolation
of the wilderness.

Give us, we pray, strength
to go on to our destination.

Give us faith in our future,
in ourselves,

and in our fellow men.

And on this day,

bring to life in our hearts
the words of the Savior.

"Have faith in God," he said,

"and when ye stand praying,

"forgive if ye have
aught against any,

"that your Father also,
which is in heaven,

forgive you your trespasses."

Amen.

I'm sorry, I... I ain't hungry.

Ohh!

I promised him
I wouldn't do that.

Mornin', Sam. Mornin'.

Toothpick?

Thanks, no, I didn't feel
much like eating this morning.

Well, I'll tell ya,
if you'd like to change cooks,

I'll swap you and throw in
my jackknife to boot.

Tell me, how's your little friend
Endicott taking this change in climate?

He ain't complained so far.

You know, Sam...

maybe you shoulda had
some breakfast after all.

You know, no animal
in the world is meant

to start out the day
on an empty stomach.

That's what's kept old Charlie
Wooster in business all these years.

And I guess that's what got Hugh
Glass in trouble in the first place.

Who's he? He was
quite an old character.

He died before you
were born, I reckon.

He was a mountain man.

He came out of his cabin one
morning before he'd had any breakfast

and he ran into an old she-bear,

and I guess she was hungry, too.

Anyhow, they tangled,
and I'll guarantee you

that old Hugh
didn't come off winner.

I guess the old bear figured
she'd killed him,

and so did his two partners,

'cause they left him there
for dead.

But you know something funny?

That old fella,
he just didn't die.

He was so full of hate,
he refused to die.

He just couldn't live till he got
his hands on those two fellas

that had left him there
for dead.

He tracked 'em
for over a thousand miles.

Finally he caught up with 'em,
found 'em in an army post.

Found something else too, Sam.

What's that?

Mercy. What are
you talking about?

Hugh Glass wasn't a
killing man, that's all.

Sam, it takes a special breed
of cat to kill for vengeance.

And old Hugh, he wasn't
that breed of cat.

I don't think you are, either.

I don't remember
asking your opinion, Major.

I'm giving it to you
anyway, for free.

Well, I guess it's time
to get started to roll.

Tell the Senator
to hitch up, will ya?

We'll be pulling out
in fifteen minutes.

This looks familiar, doesn't it?

Yep. Where are we?

Just outside of
Million Dollar Flat.

Should I know about
Million Dollar Flat?

Ask Cass.

That was the end of
the trail in '49.

We staked our claims there.

Well, Bill, camp here
tonight, Hangtown tomorrow,

and then Sacramento.

Go find us a camp site, will ya?

All right.

Changed a lot
since I last saw it.

Shall we take a look?

You sure you want to?

Yeah.

Sure has changed. It's a
going concern now, looks like.

Yes, it is.

One of the richest mines
in the whole section.

What's it worth? No telling.

Does it mean something
to you, Sam?

It did once.

It was mine.

All this? Well, the
building wasn't here then,

it was just a bare
piece of ground.

Cass and the rest of 'em,
they thought I was crazy,

staking this side of the creek,

they went on upstream
about a mile and a half.

Sam, it don't do no good
to... Yeah, it was all mine.

A 16-year-old kid,

never had more than one
dollar at a time in his whole life.

So I staked it out.
Struck color the first day.

It was worth everything then...

The cold, sickness, beatings...

it was even worth
Cherokee, I guess...

when I come up with
that first pan

with those colors
shining in the bottom.

Sam... They threw me out...

after they jumped my claim.

I went to the miners committee,

I went to Hangtown...
Sacramento, even.

Nobody'd believe me.

I was just a punk 16-year-old
kid who believed in dreams.

So you got it, Cass.

You sold out that spring
for $300,000...

while I was eating ground
squirrels in the Nevada desert.

All right. All right, I did it!

Why don't you kill me?

Go on, get a gun!
Why don't you kill me?!

Come on, Cass, get up.

Let me alone.
You've got to get up.

Here, I'll help you.

I don't need no help.
Just leave me be.

I'm sorry for you, Cass.

No call to be.

It's time I had my punishment.

I'm a grown man now,
Abigail. He'll get over it.

No. He's a good man, Cass.

I know. He's also
the wealthiest man

west of the 100th meridian.

That pig of his started
the Alder Gulch gold rush,

did you know that?

No. No, and I don't care.

He can buy and sell anybody
on the West Coast.

Let me tell you
He's got it coming to him.

He paid for it.

I know... I made him pay
for it, my partners and I.

He's got me.

Took him nineteen years,
but he's got me now.

He's entitled to his vengeance.

He's got a tough campaign
ahead of him...

in more ways than one.

Folks, I'm not much
for long-winded speeches,

but there are a couple of things
I'd like to say to you.

When we pushed off from St. Joe
better than three months ago,

we were strangers.

Since that time,
we've become friends,

good friends, and I won't
forget you, any one of you.

Ten or twenty years from now,
after the railroad is through

and the West is full
of cities and towns,

you'll have stories aplenty
to tell your grandchildren.

I wish I could be there
to hear some of 'em.

So now you'll
go your separate ways,

each of you,

to try to find
what you came out here for.

My hopes and my very best wishes
go with you.

So goodbye and God bless you.

Well, Abigail, I...

I guess I better
get on down to the bank.

I expect the directors have
been waiting for me by now.

Cass, thank you.

Oh! I owe you your wages.

Oh, no, now, don't be silly.

I don't need it.

Nonsense.

Five, ten,

eleven, twelve,
thirteen, fourteen.

Fourteen days, fourteen dollars.

Well, thank you.

I, uh... well, I'll
frame it or something.

Uh...

Sam, uh...

gonna be a board
meeting, you know. I know.

We have to elect new officers.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, uh...

I'll see ya.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Cass.

Well, Sam.

You'll be going on
to San Francisco.

The Major's gonna drive me.

How about you?

I expect I'll like
San Francisco fine.

Oh.

I'd... I'd hoped you'd say that.

You'll be working on me
all the time, I suppose.

I promised you I wouldn't
unless you wanted me to.

That still goes. Fair enough?

Fair enough.

Well, I..

I guess I'd better
go see about Endicott.

Abigail.

What can I do for you?

You can some outside
for a minute. Sure.

Excuse me, gentlemen, Endicott.

I just heard a rumor
downstairs. What's that?

You tell me.

Oh, about Endicott.
Well, it's true.

I owe a great deal to
that little pig's father.

It's about time
I showed my gratitude,

so I decided to make his boy
president of the bank.

You think that's
funny? No, it's business.

I own a controlling interest,
I can elect who I see fit.

And what do you think
it'll do to Cass?

Cass is not interested in the
job. He's going into politics.

Oh, Sam.

Sam, you gotta think now.

You've got money, power...

Responsibility's
got to go along with it.

You know what'll happen
the minute this gets out?

Torchlight parade?

There'll be a run on the bank
inside of ten minutes.

They'll laugh Cass Fleming
right out of the state.

Ha ha! Is that bad?

Oh, Sam.

Abby, this is...

Sam, I won't preach to you.

I'll only say that when I
heard it I got sick inside.

Not about Cass... not
about Cass at all, about you.

You're lost.

You're mired down
in hatred and vengeance.

I won't preach to you,
Sam, because I...

I think
you're beyond redemption.

Abby...

I've gone through
nineteen years of hell for this.

I've dreamed about it,
and I've prayed for it.

Prayed?! Don't you talk to me
about prayer, Sam Livingston.

It's time you learned
what prayer is.

It's time you learned
you can't pray for vengeance.

You can't pray for
destruction and ruination.

You can't pray out of hatred!

If you're gonna pray,
Sam, pray for yourself.

Mr. Livingston? George
Miles, Alta California.

This is Drury of the Blade.

Evans, Connerly, McBride.

Howdy. Go right in.
Thank you very much.

Be careful of the camera,
gentlemen.

Watch the camera, please.

REPORTER: Mr. Fleming, I understand
you came in with Major Adams' wagon train.

CASS: That's right.

These other gentlemen came
in this morning on the stage.

Who's that? That's Endicott.

Big stockholder, I
guess? I'm afraid he is.

I won't ask you
to sit down, gentlemen,

because what I've got to say
won't take long.

I'm Sam Livingston,

and I came to California
before it was a state,

before most of you got here.

I guess that makes me
a kind of a citizen,

even though I don't live here.

I had some bad luck here,

but I had some good luck
in Montana.

And I bought me
a big enough piece of this bank

so I can have my say when
it comes to electing officers.

Now, Cass Fleming's term
as president is up now.

He's running two campaigns...

For the president of this bank,

and for
the United States Senate.

But in this campaign,
I've got all the votes.

Now, ain't that
a silly kind of a system,

where a man who's crazy enough
to keep a pet pig

can decide who's fit
to run a first-class bank?

But that's the way it is.

I've gotta decide who I want
to run it,

and then go ahead and elect him.

So let's get on with it.

The... the new president
of the Argonaut...

will be the same as the old one.

Cass Fleming is gonna continue,

and I'm sure he'll do the same
fine job as he's done in the past.

And furthermore,

I intend to give him every kind
of support that he asks me for

in his campaign for the Senate.

That's all I got to say.

Sam... you've forgiven me?

Congratulations, Cass! Thanks.

That's fine!

( choir singing in distance

♪ Go bury thy sorrow ♪

♪ The world hath its share ♪

♪ Go bury it deeply ♪

♪ Go hide it with care ♪

♪ Go think of it calmly ♪

♪ When curtained by night ♪

♪ Go tell it to Jesus ♪

♪ And all will be right ♪

♪ Go tell it to Jesus ♪

♪ And all will be right ♪

♪