All language subtitles for The Blazing Forest 1952_eng

The Blazing Forester 1952

Go back to bed, Aunt Jessie.

I've made up my mind.

Made up your mind to do what?

Sneak out of here in the dead of

night?

I'm not ashamed of anything.

I was merely trying to avoid another scene,

that's all.

I knew you'd try and talk me out

of leaving just as you always have.

Because it was for your own good.

I hate it here.

Listen to that wind howling.

Wind and trees, trees and wind.

Don't you talk like that.

Look, I've been away from here.

I know what it's like to be with

people, to be alive.

I can't stand it.

Well, I've stood it.

And look at you, old before your time.

I'm not going to waste my life as

you have.

Wasted?

You forget, young lady, your uncle and I

raised you here.

I can't spend the rest of my life

living like a pioneer just because Uncle Jim

left you a small forest.

Well, it isn't easy living in the city.

It takes money.

I'll work for it.

Yes, and you know where you'll end up,

too.

You'll end up right...

I'm sorry, Jessie.

No, it's all right.

It's all right.

You go ahead if you want to.

You see, Sharon, I loved it here.

This was our place.

Jim's and mine.

I had a lot of memories to go

on.

I forgot that there wasn't anything for you.

Besides, Jim always said that the timber would

be a nest egg for you when you

grew up, and I guess Jim would say

you've grown up now, honey.

We'll sell the timber and move out.

Oh, stop bawling like a kid and maybe

I'll change my mind.

You haven't

changed in 18 years, did you, Jesse?

Then you never were happy unless you were

griping about something.

Griping's one privilege a man's still got left

in this country.

How are you, Jessie?

I'm fine.

Why, do I look different?

You needn't bother about answering that.

Come on, get in.

Wrong time, Sid.

Wrong enough for a woman to realize she

married the wrong guy?

You never saw the day you were half

the man Jim was.

Oh, I don't mean to be disrespectful of

Jim's memory, but I still think you made

a mistake not marrying me.

It was your mistake.

Besides, you never asked me.

Darn it.

I always meant to, Jessie.

What happened to your leg?

Two trees tried to make a sandwich out

of it.

Oh, my goodness, an old hand like you?

We all make mistakes.

Mine was working for a crazy fool named

Kelly Hanson.

You know the kind, the slave driver, work

his men and machines until they break down.

Well, the woods like that caused Jim's death.

Sure thought my time had come, too.

Five months in the hospital, nobody to talk

to.

Except that stinker, Kelly.

He came around pretty regularly.

Guess his conscience hurt him.

Oh, men like that don't have consciences.

No.

Get the job done.

That's right.

That five months in the hospital broke me.

Until I got a settlement.

Wouldn't have got that if it hadn't been

for that son of a gun, Kelly.

Well, uh, Jessie, what's on your mind?

You once made me a promise.

I did.

Remember what it was?

Not only what, but when.

The day you were married.

And I said if you ever needed me,

all you had to do was holler.

Well, I'm hollering.

Of course, uh, I won't hold you to

your word.

Not much.

Boxed in like a sardine already.

You remember my sister's girl, Sharon?

Sure, the cute little rascal in pigtails.

She isn't a cute little rascal anymore.

She's a grown woman.

I've got to get her away from here,

Sid.

Give her a chance to make a life

for herself.

Well, what's holding you?

They ain't nothing to keep you here.

Nothing but money.

They say that's very important in the city.

Money.

Yeah.

Where am I going to get it?

It'll cut three quarters of a million feet

to every 40 acres, Sid.

There's over 200 acres of it.

It's the finest timber in the state.

Yeah, in Nevada.

And it's a hundred miles from nowhere.

Well, it's always got left, Sid.

I ain't denying it's a fine stand, Jessie.

Green gold, all right, but you picked the

wrong guy.

I ain't the man for this job.

You mean you won't help?

I didn't say that.

I'm just saying your timber is in too

tough a show.

My advice to you is sell it to

one of the big companies.

We've tried that.

They'll take it if we cut and deliver

it to the sawmill, but they won't be

cutting in here for another ten years.

Looks like you're in the spot, Jessie.

Oh, nothing of the sort.

We'll log it ourselves.

That isn't a hundred mile haul.

It's only 56.

There's still a lot of right of way

to pay you off.

What's the matter with you, Sid?

You gone soft?

Not soft.

Just old, Jessie.

20 years ago, I'd have pitched in and

done this for you.

Well, 20 years ago, it didn't need you.

Now, I'm not backing down on my promise,

but this is a young man's job.

It's going to take brains and guts.

I haven't got much of either, not anymore.

You need a driver, like that Kelly Hanson

I was telling you about.

Of course, if a couple thousand dollars will

do you any good, I still have part

of my settlement.

I'm asking for help, Sid, not charity.

You can't blame Mr. Jessup.

When a man passes his prime, he has

to start worrying about rainy days.

Now, see here.

No offense.

When a man misses the boat, he rarely

gets another chance, and you just missed it

again.

Where are we going?

Into Auburn.

We'll drop Mr. Jessup on the way.

Well, I don't want to.

You will.

If Mr. Jessup won't do the job, we'll

get someone who will.

Now, wait a minute.

Just the same, I do think you could

have been a little more polite to Mr.

Jessup.

After all, he offered to lend us $2

,000.

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten.

Look!

That must be the place where he's logging.

Inbound!

Oh!

Say, that was close.

Ancestor, are you all right?

Yes, I am.

Are you?

Yeah.

Is the truck damaged, Jenny?

Is it insured?

Oh, yes, but it's run out.

And then I hope it's wrecked.

You'll sue them.

Where do you two think you're going?

I don't know.

We're just following the road.

The road ended a mile back.

Why don't you watch where you're driving?

Well, why don't you watch where you drop

your old trees?

You know, you just might hurt somebody.

You've got no business in here.

It's a free country, isn't it?

Not this part of it.

It's privately owned.

What do you want anyway?

We're looking for Kelly Hanson.

That's me.

I'm Kelly Hanson.

I might have known.

You might have known a lot of things,

like poking your nose into a logging camp

during operation could get you killed.

Now, get this jalopy out of here.

Well, we just wanted to talk to you

about logging our timber.

Lady, I...

We've just driven all day and night.

And what's more, we're hungry.

And what's more, if you damage our truck,

we're going to sue you.

You look like the type who would, too.

Go on back to camp.

Get yourself some grub.

Tell Cookie I sent you.

I'll see you in my office later.

Can't argue with a logger.

How long have we been here, anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

About two hours, I guess.

You ladies ready to talk business?

Yes.

I've got 200 acres of the best timber

in Nevada.

It's always the best.

On paper.

Ours isn't on paper.

It's standing on its own feet.

And it'll cut 3 quarters of a million

feet to the 40 acre.

Who says so?

I do.

How many board feet in the tree, five

feet in diameter, breast high, and 90 feet

tall?

Approximately 11,500.

You know timber.

We've known it too long.

That's why we want to sell.

Are you interested in logging our timber or

not?

I might be on my own terms.

But what are your terms, Mr. Hanson?

25%.

I boss the job.

Well, that's mighty steep.

Lady, I'm not in this business 14 hours

a day just to work up an appetite.

I got one.

I work on a percentage basis because it

makes me more money faster.

You don't lose anything.

You get your logs done faster, too.

When could you start?

Finish this job next week.

Any time after that, providing your lands what

you say it is.

I'd have to take a look at it

naturally.

Naturally.

How about equipment?

You can get all the heavy equipment you

want if you get the money.

Money?

Well, then if your credit's good.

Well, I...

Haven't you gals got anything?

We've got the timber.

Are you sure?

Yes, the property's deeded to me, and it's

all clear.

Of course, I can borrow on it, but

that means if I don't log it, I'll

lose it.

Well, could you guarantee salary until I get

your first logs to the mill?

Well, we can lay our hands on a

few thousand dollars, I think.

That's not much.

I'd have to work shorthand until I got

some timber down to the mill.

All right, I'll be up next week to

take a look at your land.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you very much.

Good night.

Will you sit down here, please?

I'll get Mr. Jessup.

Yes.

Thank you.

You'd better let me do the talking.

After all, I'm the one he almost married.

I'm sure glad you came, ma'am.

Now we won't have to listen to Sid

playing that darned saw.

You mean that's Mr. Jessup?

Yes, ma'am.

You like saws, ma'am?

Oh, my Uncle Jimmy used to play one.

I loathe them.

My husband played the musical saw.

It started the night of our honeymoon and

never ended until the day a tree fell

on him.

Jessie!

Well, I'm sure glad to see you.

Hello, Sharon.

Scram, fellas.

I'm entertaining the company.

Come on, Jessie.

Sit down and have a comfortable chair.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sure, sure glad to see you.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Well, what brings you to town?

Oh, business, you might know.

I just made a deal with the big

contractor about logging my timber.

Of course, all I've got to do now

is raise enough money to pay salaries until

we get our logs to the mill.

That's fine.

I'm sure glad.

Of course, we could have gone to the

bank, but Jessie wouldn't hear of it.

No, she said we're going to give our

old friend Sid a chance to make some

money, too.

Oh.

You, uh, you, uh, thought of me?

Naturally.

You offered to loan me a few thousand,

so why not sell you an interest?

You wouldn't have to be an ordinary logger.

You could be a boss.

After all, you're getting along in years, Sid.

It might be a good idea to...

Yeah, that sounds pretty good.

After all, like you said, I am getting

along.

We'll split the profits, of course, according to

the amount each one puts in the company.

The more you put in, the more you

take out.

That's fair, isn't it?

Nothing fairer than that, Jessie.

Trouble is, I only got around 3,000.

Well, you wouldn't have to draw your salary.

You can put it back into the business.

That way, you get a larger percentage of

profits.

My golly, you're right.

Now, Sid, if you'll just make out a

check.

Check?

Yeah, that's a check.

I'll have time to put it into the

bank before I leave for home.

Here, sit down.

Give me your checkbook.

Your checkbook.

Oh, well.

There, now I'll open it for you.

Let me.

I can do it.

Well, I can help you.

Wait a minute.

Now, if you'll just make it out for

cash.

Cash?

Yeah.

Don't be nervous.

Now, I don't want to be an officer,

like a vice president or something.

Foreman's good enough for me.

All right.

There.

There's $3,700.

That just about cleans me out.

Well, it's kind of nice feeling that you're

in business for yourself.

You'll have to meet the contractor on the

job Monday morning.

Oh, sure, sure.

What's his name?

Kelly Hanson.

Kelly Hanson?

Give me back that check.

I won't.

Give me that check.

You made a deal and that's that.

Besides, you said yourself he was a good

man.

I won't work for that slave driver.

Well, I guess you'll have to because you

just gave me all your money.

Come on, Sharon.

Oh, in the meantime, you better start rounding

up a crew.

Goodbye, Ted.

Kelly Hanson.

Kelly Hanson.

$3,700.

Tom, I want this cat ready at 2

o'clock.

Hey, you, I told you a half hour

ago to get those lugs tightened on the

wheels.

Now, move.

You gotta help get that clubhouse built.

You're gonna miss your dinner.

Hey, Matt, get a move on.

I want that cook shack ready for supper.

Sure, get a move on, Matt.

You'd think he was gonna drop dead in

10 minutes and use this place for his

funeral.

Not a bad idea.

Be sure and use that main line we

ordered.

Crane.

Yeah?

Any word from Jessup?

My niece just drove up from the gate.

She says the men will be here in

a few minutes.

That's good.

I want to talk to you about your

niece.

Yeah?

What do you want to say?

Never mind, I'll talk to her myself.

The cat!

Miss Wilson.

I want to talk to you.

Of course.

And it's Sharon.

You've been around lumber camps before.

Some.

And I guess you know that women and

logging camps don't mix.

At least I never saw one where it

did.

I don't know whether to be insulted or

flattered.

I'm not trying to do either.

But we've got a big job ahead of

us and the men are...

I'd better off if they have nothing to

distract us.

Yeah, that's about it.

Don't worry, Mr. Hanson.

If any of your timberwolves start to bother

me, I'll remember everything you've said.

Where's your logging shirt?

I can still work the pile off.

Let me help you.

Get away, young man.

Do you have any trouble getting this bunch

together?

I just had a lie, steal, weasel, beg,

bully, and promised them the fillings in my

teeth.

That's all.

From me looking out, that's all.

You'd better spray them good for bed bugs.

Men, meet Jessie Crane.

What do you say?

Hiya, fellas.

This is her timber we're logging.

I got only one request.

Do your Saturday night bathing in the river,

around the turn, and out of sight of

the house.

That's all.

You're all right, Jessie.

Break it up.

Get that junk off the trucks and into

the bunkhouse.

Come on, move.

Hiya, Sid.

Hi.

That leg bother you any?

No more than usual.

And don't go feeling sorry for me, Kelly.

I'll hold up my end of this here

partnership.

Where do you fit into this, Kelly?

I'm bossing the job.

Sid forgot to mention your name, and good

reason to.

Take it easy, Rosie.

Not in your life.

I've worked for this boy wonder before.

You do two days' work in one, and

he gets all the credit.

Go ahead, be suckers if you want to.

But if you're smart, you'll...

Oh!

You guys can talk all you want on

your own time.

But while you're working, keep your mouth shut.

You're gonna work long hours, and you're gonna

get paid accordingly.

Anyone who doesn't like it can leave right

now.

Hello, Kelly.

Who's that?

Some fella I signed on.

His name's Morgan.

What are you doing here?

I guess I made a mistake.

I thought you'd be glad to see me.

Don't try to play on my sympathy, Fred.

Joe!

Joe Morgan.

Another name?

Yeah, I was a little tough keeping a

job with the old moniker, so I took

a new one.

Did you know I was here?

Sure.

That's why I signed on.

What happened with the other job?

Steel mill.

A little difficulty with the boss.

He had a very pretty daughter.

He was a little narrow-minded, so I...

You'll never know when you're well off.

Same old Joe.

Same old Kelly, always preaching.

Perhaps it'd be better if I hit the

road.

I didn't say that.

You can stay on if you want to.

But you'll do a job same as the

other men, and you'll behave yourself same as

the other men.

Mr. Hanson, there's a small rebellion underway in

the bunkhouse.

Sid needs your help.

I'll be right over.

Looks like I'll be sending some men back.

You better think it over.

It's all the same to you.

I think I'll stay.

There goes another truck.

How does it feel being a lumber queen,

Jessie?

I'll tell you that when I've seen some

money.

Everything for the past three weeks has gone

to established credit.

You know, I'm glad I let Kelly talk

me into taking this job.

I'll see you later.

You've known Mr. Hanson a long time, haven't

you?

Sure.

We practically grew up together.

He wouldn't touch a job without me.

You know, Kelly, Mr. Hanson strikes me as

the type of man who doesn't need anyone

but himself.

Wait a minute.

Can I see you tonight?

I'm afraid the big boss wouldn't approve.

He doesn't think women should be in logging

camps.

Kelly and I don't agree on a lot

of things.

Oh.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I don't know where to find you when

I need you.

Oh, just cheering Jessie up a bit.

Her husband used to play the saw.

In fact, he played her so good she

married him instead of me.

Isn't that right, Jessie?

Well, not exactly.

How are things going, Mr. Hanson?

Not too bad.

But we're going to have to hustle plenty

to make the payment on our equipment rental.

Oh?

We've got to roll at least a quarter

of a million feet of lumber by next

Saturday.

Can't be done.

Having trucks is enough.

Well, would the trucks we do have up

heavier?

We've got a deadline to meet.

Yeah, my legs sure are kicking up.

If you'll sign the voucher for last week,

I'll be on my way.

You make a lot of trips to Auburn,

Mr. Hanson.

Yeah.

Not that it's any of my business at

all.

Oh, ma'am, it isn't.

140,000 by Thursday isn't bad.

Yeah.

I didn't know your niece played the piano.

She doesn't.

At least not that well.

Oh.

Say, he's all right.

Him and me ought to play a duet

together.

That's what I call pickling the ivory.

It was wonderful.

You played beautifully.

My goodness, I never knew a person could

hit so many keys at one time.

Did you, Mr. Hanson?

Mr. Hanson!

I guess he doesn't like music.

He's the strangest man.

You shouldn't be too hard on Mr. Hanson.

He's carrying a very large cross.

Me.

I'm his brother.

Joe.

Playing detective?

Or do you keep a paternal eye on

all your help?

I just want to warn you before you

get in any trouble.

Meaning the niece?

She's not your type.

But she is yours, is that it?

You know what I mean.

I don't want to have to tell you

again.

You're not fooling anybody, Kelly.

You're yelling hands off so you can make

a play for yourself.

Anybody can see that.

Don't crowd me, Joe.

I don't want to do anything I'd be

sorry for.

I had to tell Mia it was going

to rain.

I can always tell.

Feeds?

Good time for a ceremony.

The boys can't get away.

My golly, you're right, Sid.

When they get my Bible, yoo-hoo!

But you have to do that for us.

Food's bad enough, but it's preaching's worse.

Maybe if we pray real hard, the food

will get better, Sid.

I'm in no mood to be saved today.

Not till I get even, I think.

I think the story of Noah and the

Ark would be good.

We should make appropriate weed this morning.

Why aren't you men on the job?

Maybe somebody hasn't told you, Kelly.

It's raining.

A little water shouldn't slow us down.

Come on, roll up or roll out.

That means you too, Morgan.

He wasn't kidding when he said this wasn't

going to be any free ride.

When the guy gets to be his own

boss, he sure stomps on the pedal.

Well, at least he don't try to beg

off.

I guess if he can do it, we

can do it.

Come on, Wally, break up the game.

Come on, boy.

Hey, come on, get going.

This truck down the mill and
unload it as quick

as possible.

Yeah, if I can make it.

Get down and get back, I need the

truck.

I'll give you a shove.

I don't have any

excuses, get going.

What do you think I'm...

The laden dean's full.

Are you all right, Lizzy?

I should sit in water up to my

ears all day.

So what is a little water?

You don't hear the last complaining, do you?

Who wants to be a louse?

That's Kelly, working in that rainstorm was his

idea.

A louse or no louse, you gotta hand

it to him.

He got those logs down the hill in

spite of the accident.

Oh, that rain didn't amount to much.

It rained 40 days and 40 nights while

Noah was in the ark.

Yeah?

Well, I wish you were with him.

Then we wouldn't have to dig this boiler

compound you call coffee.

Nah, nah, flattery ain't gonna get you no

place, Joe.

Hey, Bing.

If you find a pair of green tub

binders in that coffee pot, let me know.

They're mine.

I'm missing a pair.

Lack of appreciation spoils a man's artistic endeavors.

Sometimes I don't care whether I make a

good cup of coffee or not.

Oh, take it easy, will ya?

She feels like she's busted in a dozen

places.

Stop beefing, the doc will fix you up.

Look at me.

Yeah, that's what's worrying me.

Stop talking and lie still.

How about a cup of coffee, Mac?

Oh, no thanks.

I feel bad enough.

Set your leg for a dollar.

Go away, Beans.

Can't you see Mac is hurt?

Oh, you'll be up in no time.

Things like this are all in a day's

work.

Well, not this kind of a day's work.

We should never have gone out in that

rain and you know it.

We all know it.

Kelly had no right.

Well, whether he did or he didn't, he's

not all to blame.

We had a deadline to meet on our

equipment rental.

If those logs hadn't gone out the mill

this afternoon, we'd have been lit.

And you men would be out of a

job.

Just wait up.

The doctor, Mac.

He'll fix you up.

I won't try to excuse what I did

this afternoon.

If anybody else got hurt, I'm sorry.

Sorry?

I'll bet he is.

He said so, didn't he?

What more do you want him to say?

Yeah?

You look awfully tired and hungry.

I'll fix you something if you like.

I'd like it.

Boy, am I full.

I didn't know girls could cook that way

anymore.

You've just been going with the wrong girl.

You know, you should do that more often.

What's that?

Go with the wrong girls?

No, a smile, I mean.

You know, Mr. Hanson, you have a very

nice smile.

Looks good on you, too.

Well, the doc sent Mac's leg.

Is it very bad?

No, but he's taking him to the hospital

anyway.

He's covered by insurance.

That's beside the point.

We took unnecessary risks.

I say we because I was just as

anxious to get those logs out as you

were.

That's why I hired you.

But I'd rather forget about the money.

I'd rather Sharon and I lived here for

the rest of our lives than cripple a

man for life.

Now, you've just got to slow down, Mr.

Hanson.

No, ma'am.

I won't.

Well, you've got to.

We cannot drive those men.

They won't stand for it.

We made a deal, Mrs. Crane.

I'm pushing the job.

Look, now that you've met the deadline, can't

you ease up a bit?

No, I can't.

I got my reasons.

Is your brother Joe one of them?

Who told you?

He did.

What else did he tell you?

Nothing, only that you were brothers.

Look, Kelly, is there anything else we should

know?

Anything you'd like to tell us?

No.

After I get cleaned up, I'll be heading

for Lone Eagle to take the train to

Auburn.

I'd like my percentage check for the week,

so I would...

Don't ask me why, Jesse, but I'm going

to Auburn, too.

I've got to.

What?

The next

train leaves for Lone Eagle.

4 a.m., miss.

Thank you.

Lone Eagle Pavilion.

Music by Tom Taylor's Tree Toppers.

Admission $1.

Drinks each.

P.S. Check your cock boots at the

door.

Oh, boy, that's for me.

I ain't had my arms around a dame

in months.

Sweetheart!

That's what I call a cute couple.

Hey, lay off.

What do you say, fellas?

Are we going to crash the shindig and

give the girls a treat?

You read the poster.

It says no spiked boots allowed, and that's

all I've got.

Why don't you dance in your socks?

I think it's a darn good idea.

Hey, me too.

I could call the squad dancers for you

tonight and then preach you a sermon in

the morning.

Providing you can get off of the floor.

Hey, Jesse, how about a truck tonight?

What for?

We want to go to the dance at

Lone Eagle.

Trucks are being served.

Oh, no, you don't.

I got first-time appointments.

How about it, Jester?

We ain't been out of that squirrel cage

in months.

Nothing doing.

You guys will get swiped and not show

up till Tuesday morning.

Kelly wouldn't like it.

So Kelly wouldn't like it.

Yeah, so Kelly wouldn't like it.

We're going if we have to walk.

Go ahead.

You ain't getting a truck.

Hi, fellas.

Wow, the deadpans.

You guys look like you're planning a wake.

Any mail for me, Sid?

Yeah.

Here's last week's scale sheets.

They're heavier this time.

These are the ones we've been waiting for.

Let's take them over to Mrs. Crane.

Say, there's a dance at Lone Eagle tonight.

Why don't you fellas go and blow off

a little steam, huh?

Hey, now wait a minute, Kelly.

You mean you wouldn't care if we use

a truck?

No.

Not as long as you get it back

on the job Monday morning.

Come on, Sid.

Well, what do you know?

I want you to let the guy know

when you're going off the beam.

You made a monkey out of me.

Someone did that a long time ago.

I'm just kidding.

Boys haven't had a breather for a while.

About time they had one.

What makes you think Kelly's going to ask

you to the deadpan?

I wasn't aware that I mentioned the gentleman's

name.

You didn't.

But you got your new dress on.

Aunt Jessie, did it ever occur to you

that I might have another date?

Kelly Hanson, I don't care if I never

hear his name again.

I just don't care.

For a girl who doesn't care, you get

awful excited by a little old knock at

the door.

Here, here.

Let him in.

Hello.

Good evening.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry, I'm busy.

I want to see your ass.

Come on in and close the screen.

It'll fill the house with mosquitoes.

Anybody care if I come in?

Pretty dress.

New?

No, I've had it for ages.

It can't be on the right girl, otherwise

you would have known it.

Excuse me.

Sneaky, eh?

Here's the scale sheets for the date, Mrs.

Crane.

A million and a half board feet of

lumber.

That's like money in the bank.

A lot of money.

Too much for an old woman like me.

I tell you, if it wasn't for Sherrod,

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

Maybe I can help you think of ways

of spending it, Jessie.

I've always had a hankering for a rich

widow.

Oh, my goodness.

One logger with a musical saw is enough

in a woman's life.

I'm going to get me a phonograph.

You can always turn it off.

And you don't have to cook at any

meals.

If you'll just sign all of these, I'll...

I'll get along.

I suppose there's no need to ask you

where you're going.

I'll volunteer the information.

I'm catching the train for Auburn.

As usual.

As usual.

And, Jessie, is there a mirror in here?

There's one in the...

There's one.

It's been there 20 years.

Thank you.

Too bad you're not going to the dance,

Mr. Hanson.

All work and no play makes a dull

boy.

That's what they say.

Yes.

I thought I might drop by later.

You going to be there?

Of course.

I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Save me a dance, will you?

Good night, boys.

There he goes, just like he does every

Saturday night.

Wouldn't you like to know where he goes

and what he does?

It wouldn't do me no good.

If it's gambling, I can't afford it.

If it's drinking, the doc says I can't.

And if it's a woman...

I can tell you one thing.

It's not drinking and it's not gambling.

What are you looking at me for?

Is my shirt done?

Just one more button.

Still want me to go?

Sure, you don't see anybody else on this

truck I want to dance with, do you?

Hey, Wally, get out of there.

Get out.

Hang on, everybody.

All right.

You know, I caught myself whistling tonight for

the first time in two years.

You have a right to whistle.

You've earned it.

I won't be long.

Hi, Millie.

Mr. Simpson.

Mr. Simpson.

Hello, Mr. Simpson.

Be with you in a minute, Kelly.

Okay.

The butler.

I was wrong.

But then I've been wrong in most of

my legal opinions lately.

Especially the one concerning you.

You're right on time.

It's the day I've been waiting for.

That should clean it up.

I've got to hand it to you, Kelly.

If anybody had told me this, you'd go

through with this thing.

I wonder.

You think it's been worth it?

I don't know.

Save my family some shame and humiliation.

I guess it was.

Well, that's an admirable way of looking at

it.

Your receipt.

We'll send along the legal papers later.

Properly recorded.

Needless to say, I'm grateful to you and

the company for letting me handle it this

way.

Oh, I'm very glad you do it, my

boy.

And I'll telephone the sheriff first thing in

the morning to put his handcuffs away.

He won't need them.

Good night.

Good night.

Here it is, Grace.

It's all yours.

Put it away.

The next step.

You sure you want to take it?

There'll be no regrets?

Quite sure.

Come on, baby, let's have a drink, huh?

No, Joe.

Fill them up, will you?

Come on, break the ice and have a

drink.

I need some fresh air.

All right, if that's what you want.

Come on.

Hey, Joe, how about a dance with Miss

Wilkes?

Over my dead body.

It's an idea.

Say, uh, who was the fellow just went

out with that girl?

Joe Morgan.

What's he do around here?

He's a logger.

Works for Kelly Hanson.

Hello, operator.

Get me the sheriff's office in Auburn.

Hi, Chuck.

How's the dance?

Swell.

We have some women.

Hello, sheriff.

He may call himself Morgan, but he sure

fits the description.

You better come on up and check.

Right.

Hi, fellas.

This is Grace Hanson.

Max, Mike, Wally, Beans.

Look out for them.

They're a bad lot.

I'm glad to know you.

Looks like a girl shortage around here.

I never saw such a bunch of loyal

females in my life.

They're all married and working.

Where's Joe?

Oh, he stepped outside for a minute.

I'll buy you a drink.

Hey, let me have a whiskey, huh?

And I'll have the same.

Another milk.

Milk?

Are you still drinking that stuff?

Yeah.

Then after leaving school, you and Kelly went

to a alumni company.

That's right.

Me in the office and Kelly in the

field.

Then what happened?

I saw you standing in the moon.

I wanted to kiss you.

Joe, stop it!

Joe!

Your idea, wasn't it?

Fresh air, you called it.

I was only trying to find out more

about Kelly.

Then why don't you ask him yourself?

I will.

Hey!

Oh, Sharon.

I want you to meet someone.

I'll bet you do.

Grace, this is Sharon Wilkes, the girl I

was telling you about.

This is Mrs. Hanson.

How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Wait a minute.

Perhaps I'll explain things better if I tell

you that Grace is my sister-in-law.

Joe's wife?

That's right.

I came here to see him.

He's outside.

Excuse me.

Do you want me to talk to him

first?

Thanks just the same, but this is something

I'll have to handle for myself.

Did you save me that dance?

Yes.

Thank you.

Well, you might say something, like, uh, you'd

like to see me, or you'd like the

way I dance, or...

I'm all mixed up, worse than ever.

Just about the time I thought I had

the mystery solved.

What mystery?

Your weekly visit to Auburn.

Sid said it was cards, dice, or women.

And after I saw you there with her...

It was a pure case of circumstantial evidence.

Besides, I've got another case that's much more

personal.

Not another sister-in-law?

No.

I'm not related to this young lady, as,

uh, as yet.

What's she like?

Huh?

As fresh as paint, and terribly inquisitive.

Curious, huh?

That's bad.

That's very bad.

But she makes up for it with some

of the best food in Nevada.

Trying to tell me that the way to

a man's heart is through his stomach?

I'm trying to tell you a lot of

things, Sharon.

I'm listening, Kelly.

Well, I...

I...

I...

I thought I...

I thought I knew what I was going

to say.

And how I was going to say it,

and even when I was going to say

it.

I had it all...

Changed your mind?

No.

Well?

Well...

I...

Sharon...

Doggone it.

A woman's got to make a man sweat

it out.

Especially when she's been running a high fever

all by herself.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Grace!

Grace!

It's no use, Kelly.

He hasn't changed at all.

He won't change.

Maybe I could slap some sense into him.

No.

No, he's drunk.

You can't reason with him.

I'm going home.

I'll take you.

No, please, I...

I can drive myself.

I've got to think things out.

Well, um...

Good night.

You never did finish all those things you

were going to tell me.

Didn't I?

Do you think that's fair?

Not exactly.

How's the patient?

Fever any better?

She may recover.

I'll see you later.

Thank you.

Back here!

Hi, Miss Andrews.

Hello, Kelly.

Lucky my wife and I went to the

dance, too.

We were following them and...

What happened?

Go on, go on, tell him.

Missed the curve and we cracked up.

Anybody else hurt?

Nah, just Joe.

Scratched up a bit.

What'd you let him drive for?

He wouldn't listen to me.

Didn't want him to.

How badly's the truck damaged?

Front end was smashed up.

We'll be laid up for a while.

Now, come on.

Come on.

You're not satisfied with wrecking your own life.

You have to wreck Grace's, too.

You're not worth the sweat it'd take to

cut down a good-sized tree.

Now, wait a minute, Kelly.

I pulled you out of a wreck once.

You're a frightened little kid pinned under a

jalopy.

And a pint of this old wrecker's blood

saves your life.

Then what's that couple of transfusions between blood?

Go stick your head in a bucket of

cold water.

Then get your things and get out of

here.

The sooner, the better.

What's the matter with it?

That load's so lopsided and top-heavy, it

wouldn't go through a funnel.

We're short of trucks.

That's your worry.

Reload that or get yourself another skinner.

Hey, Harry.

Reload this truck.

Get the load out of here as quick

as you can.

Kelly's been carrying you.

He said so himself.

He felt sorry for you because you got

a bum leg.

Carrying me, is he?

Well, you can tell him I'm a better

man with one leg than he'll ever be

with two.

Now, get out of there!

Go on!

Carrying me, is he?

Hey, Red!

Who's driving that truck?

Sid!

What are you...

I'd be worried, too, if I were you.

Kelly know you're leaving?

He ordered it.

Think they know where to go?

Checkholds?

Timber when he was in diapers.

You hear?

Joe!

Joe, you gotta get out!

I'm right back.

That's all I need.

Hey, men!

There's smoke in Windy Creek!

Load up the trucks and let's get out

of here!

Come on down!

155 degrees, 30 minutes from Morgan's Peak.

Yes.

Got it.

233 degrees from lookout point.

Got it.

155 degrees, 30 minutes from Morgan's Peak.

233 degrees from lookout mountain.

Give me

the forest ranger station and lookout in a

hurry.

This is Mr. Hanson.

Hello, Sheriff.

What can I do for you?

It's about your brother, Joe.

I've got a warrant for his arrest.

That was all taken care of last night.

I paid the industrial people everything my brother

owes them.

Operator, step on it!

This hasn't anything to do with industrial.

It's in connection with shortages at the steel

mills in Sacramento.

What?

Oh, hello.

This is Kelly Hanson down at the crane

place.

We've spotted smoke up in the vicinity of

Windy Creek.

That's near my property.

That's right.

The lookout on Morgan's Peak already reported it.

The men are charting it now.

How much assistance can we expect from your

camp?

Oh, we've got hand tools, dynamite and 20

men.

Suppose we start a backfire.

Don't start the backfire unless you have the

wind at your back and a break behind

you.

I'll give it to you in a minute.

How are you coming, Mac?

Walk.

Hold on a minute.

Lookout on Morgan's Peak reports a wind velocity

up to 15 miles per hour.

Lookout on Morgan reports a wind velocity up

to 15 miles.

It'll be tough to control.

Have your men and equipment ready to evacuate.

Hang on a minute.

The nearest break is three miles northeast, along

the ridge of the Siskiyou watershed.

Right here.

Drops down and intercepts the upper fork of

Windy near the old mill.

Right here.

There's no road in from this side.

And only a logging road in from Lone

Eagle.

Then we'll have to go in by planes.

The nearest break is three miles north of

Windy.

String your men along the break, and if

the wind shifts, start the backfire.

Can we get any help from you?

We're calling out everything we've got.

If you have to pull out, take the

back road, and don't wait too long.

Come on, boys.

This is going to be a loo-loo.

You and your aunt better get packed and

ready to leave.

They said the back road's still open.

What are they going to do?

They can't let our timber burn, can they?

Not if I can help it, Jessie.

I don't know where my brother is.

He left with Sin.

Well, in that case, Sheriff, you're on your

own.

I've got a fire to fight.

Come on, Sheriff.

There's a fire.

We'll pick Joe Hanson up later.

There's a fire up in Windy Creek.

Get your tools and get on the truck.

If they

can stay and fight, I guess I'm not

too old to help.

Let's start to work.

I'll have a look, Jessie.

Hey, Joe!

Yes?

Leave the pickup for the women and load

up on the other trucks.

Step on it.

I just spotted a cause of the fire.

One of your trucks cracked up.

Any sign of the two men in it?

Yeah.

I thought I saw a couple of men

lying in the stream.

I wonder if it could be Sid.

What's the closest way in?

You can't make it.

I didn't ask you that.

What's the closest way in?

The stream bed is about a half a

mile north, right down that ravine.

Wait a minute.

This may come in handy.

I'll guide you.

Watch your back.

Stop calling.

Kelly isn't here.

That you, Sid?

What's left of me.

Right.

Here.

Take it easy.

We're safe.

For a while.

No wonder them trees burn through and fall

across this creek.

Okay, you Joes.

Get ready to jump.

The wind's blowing up a lulu in the

Windy Creek area.

Yes, sir.

Don't mention that guy's name again.

He's a jinx.

You've got them all wrong, Sid.

He's a good guy.

He'd work his head off to keep me

out of jail.

He hasn't.

Three years to pay back what I...

what I stole.

Tell Kelly and Grace...

I'm sorry for all the trouble I...

I caused them.

Oh, forget me.

Tell Kelly...

He won't have to pay.

The last job...

I...

Listen, I'll

get you out of it.

Not you, Paul.

Accidents happen.

Take care, Joe.

What'd you do it for?

I wanted to show you.

I had you all wrong, Kelly.

Joe told me.

Take a breather, boys.

She's holding up and down the line.

Come on in.

Have some chow.

A little more coffee, boys, will you please?

Wait a minute.

Come on up there.

How about here?

Buy some more beans, Jesse.

Sure.

Hey, fellas.

It's Sid.

Kelly's got him out.

But where's Kelly and Joe?

If they ain't out by now, they won't

be coming out.

I'm sorry.

There, there now, honey.

Don't you listen to them fellas.

They're always on the wrong side of everything.

Shucks.

If I know that skunk Kelly, he's too

darned honored to let a little old thing

like a fire stop him.

Hello, Kelly.

What about Joe?

No, sirree.

These two blamecussard and downright mean to get

hurt.

Nothing ever happens to them kind.

And besides being mean, Kelly's ugly.

About the ugliest human being I ever did

see.

Except in a circus once.

And that wasn't a human.

It's sort of like a big gorilla.

I think you're awful.

Kelly's kind and sweet and generous.

Him?

Kelly!

Tastes like a matter of taste.

Anybody interested in putting out a fire?

What fire?

Lay her over that way.

I don't

need this.

Sit back and relax.

They're chopping too slow.

How many loads will that make?

Six.

But in my day, we used to get

eight.

Sit back and relax.

Everything under control?

Perfectly.

I, um...

I thought your aunt didn't like loggers.

The broken leg did.

Now she has somebody to take care of.

Oh.

Is that women?

Some women.

Let's get on to cases.

I, uh...

I don't want to go out and break

my leg for nothing.

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