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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 ♪

♪