All language subtitles for Stars in My Crown (Western 1950) Joel McCrea, Ellen Drew & Dean Stockwell

♪ Will there be any stars,
any stars in my crown ♪

♪ when at evening
the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When I wake with the blessed
in those mansions of rest ♪

♪ Will there be any stars
in my crown? ♪

♪ I am thinking today
of that beautiful land ♪

♪ I shall reach
when the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When through wonderful grace
by my savior I stand ♪

♪ Will there be any stars
in my crown? ♪

♪ Will there be any stars,
any stars in my crown ♪

♪ When at evening
the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When I wake with the blessed
in those mansions of rest ♪

♪ Will there be any stars
in my crown? ♪

♪ Oh, what joy
it will be ♪

♪ When his face
I behold... ♪

Man: Hear that?

Might say I was raised
on that song.

Hearing it takes me back...

Back to the old times
when I was young,

back to Walesburg.

According to the words
of the song,

we're promised a city of gold
in the hereafter.

I used to think that was
a long time to have to wait.

But I know now that
there is a city of gold

right here on earth
for every one of us...

The city of our youth.

Walesburg's only one
name for it; That's all.

Walesburg not as it is now,
but as it used to be.

I just have to shut my eyes,
and I'm there.

Nothing's changed.

Even I haven't changed.

I'm always a boy in Walesburg.

And there at my side, just as he'll
always be, is the Parson... Parson Gray.

And passing before me are all the people
who were a part of my growing up...

People like Mrs. Belcher,
who took in boarders,

and her niece Faith Samuels,
the district schoolteacher.

Sweet, pretty Miss Samuels.

Did you hear that, John?

Granny Gailbraith,
who could remember

seeing George Washington.

Thad Carroll, who had served as
drummer boy at the first Bull Run.

Lon Backett, who kept the general
store and had a finger in every pie.

Even 'Chloroform' Wiggins.

His ma had never heard
of chloroform until he was born,

and she thought it was
a mighty pretty name.

And all the others,

Walesburg people.

Gone now, most of them,

and yet as close to me still
as people in a favorite story...

A story that had its beginning
before I was born

on the day the Parson
arrived in our town.

Of course, this wasn't
much of a town then

in those first hard years

that followed
the war between the states,

but it suited the Parson

right from the minute
he stepped off the train

and started to look around.

[Train whistles]

He must have attracted
plenty of attention

as he walked down main street
for the first time

in his brand-new
black pulpit coat

and faded Gray Cavalry breeches

and his big old
Bible in his hand.

But he just kept on walking till
he got to Jerry Higgins' saloon.

[Men talking and laughing]

He didn't have
to call for quiet.

It just followed him through
that room like a hound dog.

Boys, I'm your new preacher,

and I aim to give my first
sermon right here and now.

[Laughing]

Thanks.

Now, seeing that this is as
new to me as it is to you...

I reckon we'd best begin
at the beginning.

"In the beginning was the word,

"and the word was with God.

And the word
was God."

Narrator:
From that day on,

Walesburg and the Parson
kind of grew up together.

He preached around
in back rooms,

and he prayed in parlors,

and he led the singing in barns.

♪ Shall we gather
at the river ♪

♪ Where bright angel feet
have trod ♪

♪ With its crystal light
forever ♪

♪ Flowing by
the throne of God ♪

♪ Yes, we'll gather
at the river ♪

♪ The beautiful,
the beautiful river ♪

♪ Gather with the saints
at the river ♪

♪ That flows
by the throne of God ♪

Narrator: And by the time work
started on the Parson's church,

his victory was won.

Just about everybody in Walesburg
took a hand in that church building.

And if ever a house of God or man
was put together with loving hands,

this one was.

Yes, the Parson's church is one of the
nicest parts of the Parson's story.

And now I was in the story, too.

Had been ever since
I could remember.

My parents had died
when I was small,

so I'd come to live
in the Parson's house,

sharing the Parson's heart
with the Parson's wife,

who was my Aunt Harriet.

[Humming]

What's this?
Dinner not ready yet?

Garfield, we better
get a new cook.

Enjoy the service
this morning, Harriet?

Humph.

Well, now I'm glad to hear that.

Everyone else was saying what
a good service it was, too.

John Kenyon, you know,

you don't have to do
everything the Parson does.

Yes'm.

You know, to tell you the truth,

I thought it was a pretty
good service myself.

Don't you laugh
at me, Mr. Gray.

Why, Harriet, honey,

what gives you the idea
I'm laughing at you?

Here I am standing around
with a big smile on my face

just 'cause I feel
good, and you...

Yes, well, all I have to say is,

you ought to feel
ashamed of yourself.

I was brought up to believe

that a man who broke his
solemn promise to a lady

was a pretty poor sort of a man.

Oh, Harriet, I guess
you found me out.

I am a pretty poor sort of man.

I was intending
to mention it sooner.

Something always came up.

This morning was
just the last straw.

You know you promised me
time and time and again

that as long as I played the
organ for the services,

I could choose the hymns.

So I have.

Yes, and promise is all you do.

Never mind what I want to sing;

what anybody else in
Walesburg wants to sing.

Oh, no, week in, week out,

it's that old Stars in my Crown.

I like Stars in my Crown.

Oh, I know you do,
Mr. Gray.

I assure you, it's
common knowledge.

Never hear the last
of it in this world.

And I suppose
if you have your way,

it'll be the same in the next.

John, you put those shoes
and stockings right back on.

They make my feet hot.

I don't care.
You're not

going to run around
barefoot on the sabbath.

It isn't respectful.

Shoo.

John:
Aw, Garfield.

Language?

Now, John, do exactly as
your Aunt Harriet says.

Any Woman who can bake a
chocolate cake as good as this

deserves all the
consideration she can get.

Now, Harriet, honey,

about this hymn business.

It's for you to say
what you want done

and for me to do it.

Don't be shy about
expressing your desires.

Just speak right up,

and I won't open my mouth...

Except to do the preaching.

If the day ever comes when
you don't open your mouth...

That's my last word, Harriet...

Except to do the preaching.

♪ Will there be
any stars ♪

♪ Any stars
in my crown ♪

♪ When at evening
the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When I wake
with the blessed ♪

♪ In those mansions
of rest ♪

♪ Will there be
any stars in my crown? ♪

Narrator: After the Parson
and my Aunt Harriet,

the most important people
in my world

were Uncle Famous Prill
and his old dog Belle.

Uncle Famous knew everything
about hunting and fishing,

and I don't guess there was
a boy or man in Walesburg

who hadn't had him
for a teacher.

John: ♪ Any stars,
any stars in my crown ♪

♪ When at evening
the sun goeth... ♪

Man: Hello, John.

Hello, Chloroform.

Hello, Uncle Famous.

Chloroform.

Where are y'all going?

Fishing.

That's where I thought
you was going.

Well, good-bye,
John.

Bye, Chloroform.

Bye, Uncle Famous.

Chloroform.

[Dog barking]

Boy, possess yourself.

Leave Mr. Frog be.

He ain't gonna help
you catch no fish.

Oh, they ain't biting today.

Maybe they ain't,
and maybe they is,

but I just seen
a big old catfish

come sneaking this way.

I know just what he's thinking.

He's thinking,

"Uh, that old man,
he's too smart for me,

"but that boy, he's so
taken up with Mr. Frog,

I'm gonna grab his dough
ball and just scat away."

Now, how'd you know
he was thinking that?

I been on close
terms with catfish

ever since I was big enough

to scratch myself
with my left hand.

If I don't know what
they's thinking, who does?

Where'd he go to?

He didn't say.
Oh, there he is now!

Get out the way.

Oh, that's a big one. Stand
back, now, stand back.

Well, bang my time.

I done spake in pride,

and the lord had
his ear out and heard me.

Go on home.
Your mammy wants you.

[Hoofbeats]

Whoa, whoa.

Famous, I'd like to talk to you.

Howdy, Mr. Backett.

Hot.

Yes, sir.

Famous, got some
good news for you.

You know that mica vein
I've been working

on my 60 acres over the
hill from your place?

And making a mighty
good thing out of it, too.

Well, that vein has run smack-dab
into your property line.

Found out about it
first thing this morning.

Now, what do you say to that?

Well, sir, I don't know.

I don't see it's
anything to do with me.

Why, it's your property,
ain't it?

It ain't my property.

If I don't get title
to that land,

I'll have to close down
the mine.

So, here I am
with a little proposition.

60 cents an acre, cash in hand,

or you can take it out
in credit at the store.

Done?

Sell my land?

That's the ticket.

Mmm. Well, sir,
thanks all the same,

but I been making out on that
place a sight of years now.

Yes, but that isn't
what I asked you.

Yes, sir.
What I mean is that...

Well, I... I reckon I'm just
too old to make a change.

Not enough money for you, huh?

Sir?

Now, no hard feelings.

Mind you, I like a sharp trader,

I always did. Only
wished I was one myself.

I'll give you 80 cents an acre,

provided you take out
half in credit at the store.

Well, sir...

80 cents an acre,
that's 80 times 20.

That's $16, Famous, more
money than you ever seen.

Mr. Backett, let me
ask you something.

I got this here suit
of overalls, ain't I?

Yeah.

I got a long-tailed
coat for Sundays.

Uh-huh.

A house, got a bed,

and I gets my vittles

3 times every God's
day, don't I?

Yeah.

Mr. Backett, what
does I want with $16?

Now, you look here.

The boys I've got working for me

ain't gonna blame me

when the mica mining has to stop

and their good wages
along with it.

It ain't me they'll
be throwing down on

when their women and
children has to do without.

No, sir,

I wouldn't want such as
that on my conscience.

Think it over, Famous.

Yes, sir.

Giddap.

Watch your pole, boy!

Get ahold of it! Get ahold
before he takes it away!

Hook him out of there!

Pull 'im!
Pull 'im!

That's right.
Look at that!

That's a cat.

Catch his mouth
and watch his fins.

If he pinch you,
he'll poison you.

Your hand will swell up
like a puff adder bit you.

Get away from there, Belle!

Famous: That's
a nice one.

Well, well, many happy
returns to the day, son.

Howdy, Famous.

Howdy, Parson.

Just met Lon Backett driving off

looking mad enough
to bite himself.

Is that true what I been hearing

about that mica vein of his going
over to your side of the fence?

I reckon it's true,
right enough.

People are telling it
like it's a big joke.

Myself, I don't think
it's so funny.

I don't want to make no
trouble for nobody, Parson,

but that's my place.

I ain't never had no other.

What's going to happen to me

if I has to sell my land?

Uncle Famous doesn't have
to sell, does he, Parson?

You're a free man, Famous.

That's right, Uncle Famous,
'cause the law says.

Just saying a good thing
don't make it so.

Lon Backett puts me in mind

of an old foxhound
I used to have

name of Governor Dobbs.

Old gov had a voice
like a $12 bugle,

and he loved to use it.

Seemed like he just wasn't
happy enough to live

unless he could tell
everybody what to do.

Got to where every time
I turned him loose in the pack,

he'd start giving tongue

whether he picked up
the scent or not,

just to prove he was top dog.

Ha ha ha!

Some folks are like hounds
in that respect, I reckon.

Good story.

Don't rush me.

Trouble was,
when it come to trailing,

ol' Gov never did know
a buck rabbit from a Bumblebee.

You know what that fool dog did?

He led the whole pack
plumb into a flock of skunks.

[Laughing]

Ah, I guess Lon Backett
will have to kick up

an almighty big stink
before he learns his lesson.

You ready to go, John?

I thought we'd stop by the
Isbell place on the way home.

Come again soon.

Gray: We'll
sure do that.

Hey!

Josh!

Narrator:
I guess the Parson and I

had been out to the Isbell place
a hundred times.

The Parson used to say

the Isbell farm was
everything a farm should be.

Gray: Hey, Jed.

Jed!

Jed!

My!

Narrator: What's more,
he acted like he thought

Jed Isbell himself
was everything a man should be...

Anyway, almost everything.

Well, now!
Climb down!

Get a drink of the best
well water in the county!

How's that game leg of yours?

Oh, just tol'able,
J.D., just tol'able.

Narrator:
A lot of folks thought

Jed Isbell was a strange friend
for a preacher to have,

but then, the Parson
and Jed had fought side by side

from Fort Donelson
to Missionary Ridge.

The war had welded bonds that
nothing, it seemed, could break.

How you
been there, J.D.?

Fine, fine.

Guess you ain't heard the news.

[Men whooping and hollering]

Hey, Jed!

[Laughing]

Jed, you've got enough
tow-headed sons

to start a Swedish
Sunday School.

Howdy, Parson.

What was your news?

Oh, nothing special, I just
bought 40 acres of bottom land

from the widow Matthias,
that's all.

More land?

Yes, the boys here sort
of talked me into it.

I guess they felt that I wasn't
keeping 'em busy enough.

Ohh! Ha ha ha!

It was a good buy, prime soil.

I figure we'll get a bale
an acre off of that land.

You'll do it, all right.

You got the lord on your side.

Don't you know that by now?

Well, now let me see, Parson.

I don't remember taking on
any extra hands lately.

Just me and the missis
and the boys

and two good mules
named Sam and Ike.

[Laughing]

I think we'll get along

without any help from the lord.

Well, folks can get
along without eyes, too,

but they can't see.

Come on, John.

You boys ought to take better
care of this old Billy goat...

Keep him out of fights
he can't win.

Boys: See you, Parson,
good-bye, now.

John: Ow!

How are you, Sarah?

Just fine as silk,
thank you, Parson.

My, don't they grow!

They sure do.

These are for Harriet.

Thanks.

And if you're going
by Harris' place,

I'd be obliged if you leave
this soup for old Doc.

Tell Bessie just to add water.

Can you remember that?

Remember that, John.

When you coming to church, Jed?

Just as soon as you get God to
plow that bottom land for me.

Shame.

I'll see what I can do.

Ha ha ha!

Get along, Josh!

[Boys whooping and hollering]

[Men shouting indistinctly]

What's the matter, Chloroform?

Yeah, what are you
running away for?

He's not gonna hurt you.

Don't you let him
hurt you, Chloroform!

Now, Perry, I didn't say
you couldn't knock it off.

I just asked you not to do it.

You said I couldn't.

Isn't that what he said, boys?

That's what he said.
Sure did, he sure did!

Wow!
Did you see that?

Ow!

[Laughing and lashing]

He's scared!

He's right scared.

Now, Perry, I was just joking
all the time. Perry, I...

I think I'll just draw
your picture on that wall.

Now, now, Perry, now, Pe...

Man: Say, Perry,

don't you think
that's about enough?

It's enough when
I say it's enough.

Pick up your hat
and get out of here.

Men: Ohh!

[Laughing]

Perry puts me in mind
of a colonel I had once.

He never learned
to protect his rear.

[Laughing]

Doc?

Oh, Doc?

Well?

Well, Dan Harris.

You just get home?

I arrived in Walesburg
last night.

I take it you came
to see my father.

I have a present for
him from Sarah Isbell.

You're supposed to add water...

Well, he's resting.

He can't be disturbed.

He's not worse, is he?

He's tired out.

So am I; Half the town's
been here today,

and the other half sent
word they'd come tomorrow.

Well, he can't improve under
that kind of treatment.

Nobody could.

I'd appreciate it, mister...

If you'd spread the word

that we're not holding
open house here.

Well, don't get excited, Dan.

We want him to get well
as much as you do.

Give him a chance.

Please stay away from him.

If there's any messages...

Man: Dan!

You, Dan, who you clamoring at?

That the Parson?

Kendall!

Yes, sir, it's the Parson.

Well, send him out here.

It's me he come to see, not you.

Side porch.

Well, good to see you
at this hour.

Sit down, sit down,
put your feet up.

I'm afraid I can't stay.

Oh, you don't want to pay
no attention to Dan.

I was treating heart cases
before I met his mother.

Put your feet up
and be comfortable.

You sure there's
anything wrong with you?

You look spryer than
a jaybird to me.

The fact is,
if you want to know it,

I've walked out of my front
door for the last time.

Next time I make the trip,

I'll be riding in style,

and you'll be helping
to carry me.

For once, Doc,
I hope you're wrong.

Well, for once I ain't.

Here's Dan come
to chase you away.

Calls himself a Doctor.

Well, I learned more medicine

holding ol' Doc Gilbert's horse

than he'll ever know.

Here, what...

What are you doing?

I'm entitled to one
pipe a day, ain't I?

One pipe a day, Parson.

Ha!

Doctor's orders.

It's warm.

You ain't no Doctor.

You're a dadblamed detective.

And quite a stranger
in Walesburg at that.

We're hoping this time

he'll take off his hat
and stay awhile.

Oh, Dan's home
to stay this time,

ain't you, Dan?

If you say so, pop.

Yes, everything's
ready for you...

Ready and waiting.

You won't even have to
change the shingle.

We don't have to talk
about it now, do we?

Walesburg won't be needing a
new Doctor for years yet.

Well, don't do no harm
to make plans, son.

I remember the day you was born.

I ran up and down the street
like a short-pantsed kid,

telling everybody I met,

"got another Doctor
in the family now."

I never did make a plan
that didn't have you in it.

But somehow lately,

my feelings for you are kind
of getting all mixed up

with my feelings for this town,

the folks in it.

I've lived so close to 'em

and taken care of them so long,

they're almost as much
my family as you are.

Well, you look
after them for me...

You and the Parson here.

Now, pa, don't...

Yes, Bessie, what is it?

Someone wants the Doctor.
I told...

You tell them
the Doctor's resting.

Well, who is it, Bessie?

The widow Smith,

she's got them pains
in her chest again.

She's bad.

Annie Smith?

Yeah.

Reckon you'd better go, son.

I don't know about that, sir,

they asked
for Dr. Harris.

Bessie, you're a fool!

You go and tell them
Dr. Harris is coming!

Well, son...

I just...

I wish it was anybody
but Annie Smith.

That's one case
he ain't likely to win,

and it's good to win
the first time.

I reckon I don't have
to tell you that, Parson.

I reckon you ain't
forgot the first time

you got up to preach

down yonder
in Jerry Higgins' saloon.

Come to think of it, Dan's
worse off than I was.

At least I didn't have
your shoes to fill.

Yeah, he'll fill 'em, all right.

Right now, he's a little
long on education

and a little short on sense.

He's got a lot to learn.

Even with that,

he's a better doctor than I am.

Don't you tell him I said so.

Got a match?

Uh-uh.

Well, I may as well smoke here.

No smoking in the hereafter.

[Singing indistinctly]

♪ My savior comes
and walks with me ♪

♪ And sweet communion here
have we ♪

♪ He gently leads me
by his hand ♪

♪ For this is... ♪

[organ stops]

♪ Oh, Beulah land,
sweet Beulah land ♪

♪ As on the highest mount
I stand ♪

♪ I look away
across the sea ♪

♪ Where mansions are prepared
for me... ♪

Parson, you're wanted
over to the widow Smith's.

[Labored breathing]

Gray: How's Annie?

Woman: Not so good,
I'm afraid.

What do you want?

I've come to say
a prayer for Annie.

Mrs. Smith's
very ill.

If you really want to help her,

you'll get out
and leave her to me.

Parson?
Parson?

I'm right here, Annie.

Parson...

[Breathing stops]

It's all over.

No, Doctor, it's just beginning.

You can go in now.

The rest of you
had better go home.

Here, you,

what have you done to your hand?

Dropped the stove lid
on it 2, 3 days ago.

Don't amount to nothing.

Well, it will
amount to something

if it isn't properly
attended to.

Why haven't you seen a Doctor?

Doc Harris is sick, ain't he?

You call around tomorrow.
I'll take care of it.

Don't amount to nothing.

Dan?

Good night.

Dan, I was thinking of a
saying your father has.

He says if the lord wants
a person bad enough,

it's not up to him
to stand in the way.

Mr. Gray,

we'd better get something
straight right now.

I love and admire my father,

but that doesn't mean that
I have to accept his ways.

As long as I'm Doctor
in this town,

you'll oblige me by
asking my permission

before you interfere
with my patients.

I don't know about interfering.

I came out here tonight

because I was sent
for, same as you.

We'll be meeting like
this right along now,

and you may as well
get used to it.

Souls don't always enjoy
perfect health, you know,

any more than bodies do.

Well, I'm not interested
in souls, Mr. Gray.

And when I want a sermon
on the subject,

I'll come to church for it.

Good. I'll be glad
to preach you one.

Well, that'd be
a waste of your time...

And mine.

Good night.

Good night,
Dr. Harris.

[Indistinct shouting]

Bessie: Yes,
he's right here.

Someone to see you...

[child screaming]

Dr. Harris,
this is Bobby Sam Carroll.

Bobby Sam, quiet down, dear.

The Doctor isn't
going to hurt you.

We've had a little accident

with a fish hook.

Yes, where?

Why, at the Sunday
school picnic.

Oh! Oh, it's caught
in his leg.

You see, it won't come out
this way because of the barb,

and it won't come out
this way because of the eye

for the fishing line, you know?

Yes.

Yes.

[Screaming]

Bobby Sam!

I'm afraid some of the older
boys have been frightening him.

With stories about me?

Never mind.

Now, John, what did I tell you?

Nothing terrible's
going to happen.

John was showing
Bobby Sam how to cast,

and the first thing...

[Screaming and crying]

Dr. Harris!

Let me have one of your hatpins.

Look here, stop that!

Now, look.

This is you,

and this is that fishhook

sticking into you.

Now here's the eye.

That's for the fishing
line, you know.

Now, I'm going to
take and cut the eye

right off that hook like this.

Then I'm going to
pull the shank out

with one pull, like this.

See? That's all
there is to it.

Now, you're not going
to make a fuss

about a little thing
like that, are you?

[Screaming]

♪ 10 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ 10 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ If one green bottle
should accidentally fall ♪

♪ There'd be 9 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ 9 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ 9 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ If one green bottle
should accidentally fall ♪

♪ There'd be... ♪

Bobby Sam: 8!

♪ 8 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

8 green bottles!

Some other time, Bobby Sam.

Come on, pinhead.

Oh, and we're very grateful
to Dr. Harris, aren't we?

Please don't mention it, Miss...

Samuels, Faith Samuels.

I guess I was still
in short dresses

when you went away to study.

I'm the schoolteacher now.

I live next door.

Miss Samuels,

what makes you think I never
saw a fishhook before?

Why, I didn't say...

Do I impress you as
the sort of man who...

Well, who isn't the sort
of man who goes fishing?

Well, you...

Do I, or do I not, Miss Samuels?

Yes, you do.

I see.

Thank you.

[Singing indistinctly]

Boy: I have to go in.

All: Aw!

[Indistinct chatter]

[Girl singing indistinctly]

[Others join in]

Why, Dr. Harris.

Miss Samuels,

I came to inquire
if you would care

to go driving with me
some morning fairly soon.

I thought maybe
we might take a lunch

and go as far as Tom's Creek.

We might even do some fishing.

Why, I...
[Clock striking]

I would be delighted.

Good. We'll start
tomorrow at 8:00.

Narrator: Folks wondered
what a sweet girl like Faith

could see in young Doc Harris.

I guess the only person
who knew the answer to that

was Faith herself.

As for young Doc,

when he drove her home
that afternoon,

he drove slowly,

as though he didn't
want the day to end.

Man: All aboard!

Faith: ♪ 10 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ 10 green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ If one green bottle
should accidentally fall ♪

♪ There'd be...
Faith: ♪ 9 ♪

Narrator: But the happy day
was forgotten

when he saw the silent crowd
in front of his father's house.

[Train whistling]

[Church bell tolling]

[Dogs barking]

Don't they sound plain
all of a sudden?

Wind's freshening.

I know it.

Pa had a hound once,

chased a fox for 10 days.

Only give up when he
died of starvation.

Pa says I'm named
after him... Chase.

Aw, that's just a joke.

I know it.

Sounds like this old fox

is working his way
around that hollow

in back of Uncle Famous' place.

Most likely got
his hole up there.

Most likely fixing to hole up.

You don't have to tell me

everything that's happening.

I wasn't telling you.
I was just saying.

All right.

On the way home, you want to
stop by and see Uncle Famous?

What for?

Aunt Harriet made a big pan

of Gingerbread yesterday.

I brought him some.

Maybe it's all gone.

It was a big pan.

[Dogs barking]

Sounds like that fox changed
his mind about holing up.

Sounds like he's doubling back
across Uncle Famous' place.

I know what it sounds like.

I was just talking.
You don't have to listen.

[Dogs barking]

[Gunshots]

[Whistles]

[Gunshots]

[Dogs barking]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

Backett:
Whoa, whoa. Famous!

Come on over here.

Famous, what in tobit's
been happening here?!

Some kind of accident?

No, sir, I reckon it
wasn't no accident.

Told you how it'd be when I
had to close down the mine.

No, sir, t'ain't in nature
for men to sit quiet

whilst the bread's took
out of their mouths.

Famous, I tell you what I'll do.

I'll make you one more offer
for this land of yours.

50 cents an acre,
cash on the barrelhead.

What do you say?

Mr. Backett,
that's uncommon kind.

Aw, no, it ain't nothing.

But I told you before,

I couldn't see no reason
why I should sell my land,

and there ain't nothing
happened to change my mind.

Nothing's happened?!

No, sir.

Why, your stock's gone,
ain't it?

Your stores is gone.

Your feed and green
crop, your corn crop.

Where you fixing to get money
to buy seed to plant again?

How you aim to
restock and rebuild?

How you gonna live?

Where's the money coming from?

Why, you old fool,
you'll starve to death!

Tom...

Go on home and fetch some
seed corn out of the crib.

Cabe, tell your ma
we'll be wanting some chickens

and all the bacon and meal
she ain't got any use for.

Jeb, we'll be needing
the mules and the plow.

Rolfe, you and me better start
cleaning up this field.

[Laughing]

Mr. Isbell?

Just don't mention it,
don't mention it.

No, sir.

You's a real Christian, sir.

When you coming to church, Jed?

Hup! Get along there!

Hey, if you was God,

what'd be the first
thing you'd do?

Heap of things.

No, I mean the first.

I don't know.
What'd you do?

Well, first off,

I'd make it so it was
summer all the time.

No Christmas?

Oh, I'd have it
in the summertime.

I'd have everything
in the summertime...

'cause that's all there'd be,

just summer all the time.

Gee, what about school, though?

Oh, there wouldn't
be any school.

Whoever heard of having
school in the summer?

Whoever heard of having
Christmas in the summer?

Well, God could do
it if he wanted to.

Gee.

Another thing.

If you was God,

and it was summer all the time,

and there wasn't any school,

what would the
schoolteachers do?

I don't know. I haven't
come to that yet.

But I know one thing.
There'd be wars all the time...

Fighting every day,
but nobody'd get killed.

Who'd win?

Well, my side, of course,

and I'd be the general.

And I'd ride around
on a white horse

just like
Robert E. Lee,

and I'd never wear any shoes.

That ain't fair.

You'd have all the fun.

What's the good of being God

if you can't have all the fun?

Pinhead.

Ha ha!

Hey, here comes somebody.

Hurry, close the well up.

It's the enemy.

Hurry up!

Whoa, whoa.

I'll only be a minute.

Faith, can't I have an answer...

A real answer this time?

Look, I've done
everything you said.

I've waited.

I've tried to be patient.

Dan, please.

I know what I'm asking.

I'm asking you
to leave this town,

your home where you've
lived all your life

and where you're
loved and secure.

I'm asking you
to give all of that up

just to be with me.

All I want is to be with you.

You know that.

♪ Oh, them golden slippers, oh ♪

♪ Them golden slippers ♪

♪ Golden slippers,
I'm gonna wear ♪

♪ 'cause they look so... ♪

Harriet: John!

Yes'm?

Have you got your new shoes on?

Well, let me see
you walk in them.

Hurry up, now,
I want those shoes

broken in before
school takes up.

Why do I have to wear those
shoes to school anyway?

They don't make me any smarter.

Well, we can
always hope. Walk!

[Kids cheering
and music playing]

Man: Whoa!

Here's the Parsonage, professor.

Good morning, buckaroo.

Your pa to home?

He ain't my pa.

Well, whoever he is,

tell him I want a chin with him.

Yes, sir, I'll fetch him.

Hold on, there.

What's that sticking
out of your ear there?

Parson? Parson?

Parson! Parson!

A man just pulled a
watch out of my ear.

[Harmonica playing
Camptown Races]

Parson Gray?
Yes, sir.

Your servant, ma'am.

Parson, I'm Sam Houston Jones

from the panhandle of Texas...

A businessman, sir,
as you can see.

My line is to make folks
happy inside and out.

Now, in pursuit of my policy,

I aim to put on a little
entertainment tonight in town,

and I'd sure be obliged if you'd come
along and share in the festivities.

I'm prepared to give your church
10% of the proceeds if you do.

Isn't that a little unusual?

Nothing unusual about it...

Just stimulates confidence.

See, if I can tell
the folks in these parts

that their Parson's
planning on coming,

they'll know it's all right
for them to come, too.

What does your
entertainment consist of?

Well, sir, there's a band,

there's Frank Zeke there.

Play any kind of musical
instrument you can mention.

Frank sings, too,
he's got a voice

like a cross-eyed
meadowlark.

I'm the featured attraction.
I do magic tricks

and give educational
talks, illustrated.

With a free sample.

What do you say, Parson?

Well, I'm, uh, sorry,
mister... uh, Professor Jones.

I'm afraid I can't
accept your kind offer.

Children:
Aw!

However...

If you should decide to come to
services at my church next Sunday

and put something
in the collection,

that's your business.

And, of course, if I
decided to bring my family

to your show tonight,
that's my business.

I won't promise to buy
any medicine, though.

Ha ha ha!

Oh, come here, buckaroo.

Come here, son.

What in the world have you
got in your other ear?

Why, it's not
in your ear at all,

there it is right there.

[Laughter]

[Trumpet playing Dixie]

Uncle Famous. Good
evening, Famous.

Man: Evening.
Woman: Evening, Parson.

Man: Step aside, folks,
and let the Parson pass.

Woman: Evening, Mrs. Gray.
Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh, is that a new hat, Ms. Gray?

No, it isn't new.
It's just my old one

with a different ribbon on it.

Man: Step
this way, folks.

Right this way.

Let the Parson in there, please.

Hey, Jed.

Hey.

How's that game leg of yours?

Jed: Tol'able,
J.D., just tol'able.

Maybe you ought to buy
some of that medicine.

They say it's good
for old folks.

Don't seem to help
you much! Ha ha ha!

I don't think that's very funny.

[Music stops]

What's the matter?
You feeling bad?

[Fanfare playing]

Now, ain't this a silly way

for a full-grown man
to make a living?

[Cheering]

All right, now let's get it
nice and quiet here, folks.

Quiet down.
Nice and quiet.

My friends,
you are about to witness

for the first time on any stage,

a feat of black magic,
legerdemain,

and sleight of hand taught to
me by an old Indian friend.

A feat astounding, confounding,
and pretty near impossible...

You wait and see if it ain't.

[Whooping]

Now I'm gonna require
the assistance

of some young gentleman
from the audience.

How about you, buckaroo?

You'll lend a hand, won't you?

Come on up here.
Don't be shy.

You don't have to go up
there if you don't want to.

That's it.
Well, it's the Parson's boy.

My goodness sakes.

Fine husky boy you got
here, Parson, yes, sir.

What in the world have you
got in under there now?

Just a minute, let's see.

What in the world is this?

Just look at that.

Look at that!

[Applause]

Does this belong to you?

Now, don't you let it worry you.

You just stand...

Now, he's got something
in here, too.

Now what in the world is this?

Hold on. Look at
that... sausages.

3 sausages, 4 sausages,
5 sausages...

A whole crock of sausages.

[Laughter]

Oh, what do you know? He brought
his supper along with him.

You hungry, buckaroo?
Of course you are.

I never seen a boy your
age yet that wasn't.

And we're gonna do something
about that right now.

Bring on the fixings, boy.

Yes, sir. Lookahere, buckaroo,

are you game to sample some

of my celebrated specialty...

Professor Jones' popular 'n
penetratin' Pickapoo Puddin'?

Won't take but a minute

to throw it together here.

We'll just put some flour
and some water in there,

then some fine old
aged pickle juice.

Put that right in there.

Pulverized apple core,

and some essence of
old rubber overshoes.

[Sniff]

Any of you ladies

out there like a recipe
of this unusual dish,

you're mighty welcome
to come around

after the show and ask for it.

Just bring along your
paper and your pencil

and some smelling
salts, that's all.

Now a pinch of baking soda.

We'll put that in there.

Some melted candle wax,

and how about it, men...

Wouldn't you like to see

something different on
the table for a change?

Man: Sure would!

Well, you just ask
for delicious,

pernicious Pickapoo Puddin'.

Now I will finish it off

with a dash of this
famous Pickapoo extract.

We'll garnish it with a tail
feather of a tom turkey.

We'll let it simmer awhile,

put the lid down
on it tight closed...

Hold that, boy, will you?

Now we'll repeat the magic
formula... abbadickadabba

duzza duzza buzza da
buzzadabaloo presto chango,

and there's your pudding.

Well, don't you want to see
how it turned out, son?

Come on, let's
have a look at it.

[Laughter]

That's all today.
Thank you very much.

Now, if you folks will gather
in here a little bit closer,

when you hear
the name of my product,

old Jones' Lodestone Tonic,

well, friends, there are just 3
words I want you to remember.

What are these 3 words,
my friends?

"There is hope,"
that's what they are.

Now, friends, I don't care
what's your ailment...

Be it the lights or the liver,

be it the nerves of the organ,

be it recurring,
malignant, epidemic...

Gray: Fetch
young Doc Harris.

He didn't eat much
supper to speak of.

We thought it was just the
excitement of the show.

I'm afraid it's typhoid.

Slow fever?

What can we do?

Not much.

Keep him as comfortable
as possible.

Give him a spoonful of
this if he gets restless.

And ice when the fever's bad.

Now, listen.

He's young, and he's strong.

He's got everything on his side.

With a little luck,
there's no reason

why he shouldn't come
through this all right.

John: Let's go down
to the creek.

Let's go swimming.

Let's have a drink.

I'm thirsty...
Awful thirsty.

The sun's so hot.

Let's put our heads
in the water.

You haven't slept for days.

I'm gonna put you to bed.

I'm not tired.

Just lie down a
little while, honey.

I'll be right here all the time.

I'll call you if anything...

Remember what the Doctor said?

It's up to John now.

That's the way.

Days sure seem like years
at a time like this.

[Sobbing]

All I can think of
now is the times

I wasn't sweet to him;

the times I spoke
sharply to him.

I don't know if he
always understood.

A little boy doesn't
always understand that

you love him and still
speak sharply to him.

It's so hard to know.

He's always been just the
same as my own to me...

Just exactly the same.

Maybe it hasn't been
the same for him.

I suppose it's foolish of me

to think it could
ever be the same.

Don't talk, honey.

I just wish I'd been sweeter
to him, that's all.

He's such a good boy.

He's never done
anything really bad.

I just wish I could tell him

what a good boy he's been,

what a blessing.

Harriet!

Aunt Harriet?

Yes, dear?

I'm hungry.

[Ringing]

Gray: ♪ Will there be any
stars, any stars in my crown ♪

[humming]

You're going to be
late, Mr. Gray.

Come on, up, up, up.

What about you? You going
to church like that?

I'm playing hooky
today, like you.

Mr. Gray...

Plenty of time, Harriet,
plenty of time.

Oh, you always
say that. Here.

I declare, Mr. Gray, I
could get your whole...

Congregation ready for church...

Before I could you.

Well, Harriet, you have to admit

the result's worth the bother.

Hmm.

You don't sound
like you mean it.

Maybe you're still looking
for that straight stick.

That's such an old joke.

Gonna miss your
sweet voice today.

Sometimes you sound just
like a ribbon drummer.

Now, go.

John, you mind you
keep your window open,

you can hear the singing.

Are you gonna sing
Stars in my Crown?

I think that might be arranged.

Oh, don't you cut your eyes
at me, you two.

I know just what
you're thinking,

and it won't do you
a particle of good.

Gussie Lou Lyles is going to
oblige you at the organ, Mr. Gray,

and the hymns are
all picked out.

Would you like to know
what they are?

You see, John?

You can't get ahead
of your Aunt Harriet.

Straight stick, indeed.

Straight stick what?

Oh, it's just an old story.

I never heard it.

It's about the young man

who used to come call on me.

Tell me the story, Aunt Harriet.

Well, you see, before
I met the Parson,

I was never satisfied

with any of the suitors
who came calling.

I used to laugh at them

and make jokes about
the way they acted.

Finally, my mother said to me,

"Harriet, I once knew a man

"who went walking in the woods

"looking for a good,
straight stick

"to make into a walking cane.

"He hadn't gone far
before he found

"what he thought was
the proper oak limb.

"But as he went to cut it,

"he noticed it wasn't quite

"straight enough to suit him.

"I'll just look a little
longer, said the man.

"And it was the same with
every tree in that wood.

"The first thing he
knew, it was dark,

"and he'd spent the
whole day in that wood,

and he didn't have anything
to show for his trouble."

Mama said,

"Harriet, that's the way
you are about men."

"Why," she said, "every man born

"has something
the matter with him.

"And if you're looking
for the perfect man,

you'll never
find him."

But the minute I saw the Parson,

I knew Mama was wrong.

Aunt Harriet?

Yes, dear?

You know,

I'm glad I live with
you and the Parson

instead of with a ma and
pa like other boys.

Did you hear what I said?

♪ Will there be any stars,
any stars in my crown ♪

♪ When at evening
the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When I wake with the blessed
in the mansions of rest ♪

♪ will there be
any stars in my crown? ♪

Narrator: I was still in
bed when school opened,

but the Parson
went down as usual

to start the term off in style.

Now, there's one thing more
I'd like to ask you.

How many of you say
your prayers regular?

Fine, fine.
That's first-rate.

Just so you don't get
to leaning so hard on God's help

that you forget
how to help yourselves.

Puts me in mind of a time...

I think it was in the battle
of Chattanooga in '63...

My horse fell with me, see,

and I had to make
a dive for cover.

Well, I lit right alongside

this old tobacco-chewing
Lance Corporal.

He looked at me laying
there on the ground,

and he looked at the Bible
sticking out of my pocket.

He says to me, "son,

"just 'cause
you're a prayin' man

don't mean you don't have to
keep your hind end down."

[Giggling]

Well, I know it's
been a long summer,

and you're all anxious to
get back to your books.

[Groans]

Faith: I think
those books will keep

for one more day,
don't you, children?

Class dismissed.

[Cheering]

Mr. Gray, I'd like
a word with you.

May I ask what
you're doing here?

May I ask why you're asking?

Use your head, man.

There's typhoid fever
in your house.

If you don't want to
spread it all over town,

you'd better go home
and stay there.

Now, wait a minute.

Last I heard, slow fever came

from bad drinking water,
not from bad preaching...

Or even from good preaching.

Kindly allow me
to know my business.

Did you visit John this morning?

Yes.

You stood around talking to him?

Sat on his bed...
Touched him?

Yes, I suppose I did.

Well, that makes you
a potential carrier.

Don't you realize that?

Don't you realize that by
coming down here today,

you might have exposed
these children

and Miss Samuels to infection?

You can stop right there.

Sure, I've been going in
and out of John's room.

So have you.

I've been going
about my business,

paying calls
and making speeches.

So have you.

If there's anything
in what you say,

I reckon they ought to
lock us both up.

How long do you suppose
this town could manage

without me or somebody
like me who'd do my work?

Who'd do mine?

Narrator: School had hardly opened
when it had to close again.

Faith Samuels
was down with slow fever.

And in no time, lights
were burning till daylight

all over town as the sickness
spread and kept on spreading.

You're late,
Mr. Gray.

I stopped by the Isbell place.

Chase has got slow fever.

Chase too?

Don't say anything to John.

I never saw Jed in such a state.

He's scared.

Wanting to yell for help,

not knowing who to yell to.

To tell you the truth,
I'm scared myself.

Come and eat.

7, no, 8 cases this week.

Faith Samuels, Kim
Aldridge, Effie Meyers...

Both the Ware girls.

Little Carol Bowie, Bobby Sam.

And now Chase.

And tomorrow, someone else...

Unless we find the source.

We've got to find it.

When Mr. Backett came by
with my provisions,

he said he thought it mighty
strange that you hadn't

thought to examine
the school well.

If Lon Backett had half the
brains he was born with,

he'd know it couldn't
be the school well.

John came down with
the fever first.

That was before
school even started.

That's so.

This chicken pie is good.

Chicken pie?

[Knock on door]

Why, Mr. Carroll.

What is it, Thad?

The missis sent me, Parson.

It's our Bobby Sam.

He's... Parson,
will you come?

Of course I will.

Oh, go in if you want to.

I've given up trying to
tell you what to do.

But there's a child
dead in that house

who might be alive and well
if it weren't for you.

You've said enough!

He's dead.

Oh.

I'll go straight over.

No, wait.

I told you, didn't I,
about having words

with Dan Harris down
at the schoolhouse?

Happened again tonight.

He has a notion all
this is my fault.

He's pretty near got
me believing him.

How does he mean, your fault?

He means I picked up
the fever from John

and passed it on to the
other kids somehow.

Even gave it to Faith

and no telling how many others.

It isn't true.

Who are we to say it isn't true?

He's a Doctor,
he's a good Doctor.

He knows his business.

I guess I should have
listened to him that day,

but he riled me, kind of.

Now I keep thinking
maybe he was right.

Maybe he's been
right all the time,

only now it's too late...

Too late for Bobby Sam, anyway.

Harriet, what am I going to do?

You're going to
keep on, of course,

the same as always.

Why, now, with all this trouble,

now's the time when
people need you most.

They... you know what
Dan Harris told me,

right off?

"Go home
and stay there."

I wasn't man enough to do it.

I can't say whether I'm man
enough to do it now, but...

I aim to find out.

Tomorrow, though.

The services?

There aren't gonna
be any services.

Man: "Services will not
be held at this church

"until further notice.

"We ask your prayers
for the sick.

J.D. Gray,
Pastor."

Narrator: When the Parson
closed the door to the church,

he also closed
the door on himself.

It was all he could do now

for the folks who trusted him.

The rest was up to
young Doc Harris.

So, in a way, you see,
this unhappy time was

young Doc's real homecoming.

Now, for the first time, he knew
how good it was to be needed;

good to be watched for and
welcomed like a trusted friend.

It was even good to go
red-eyed and dog-tired,

snatching sleep
wherever he could

on the road from house to house

in order that others might
sleep easier because of him.

He just couldn't go on
feeling a stranger

among folks whose lives
had suddenly become

a part of his life.

It's all right.
He'll recover.

Oh, thank God.

Narrator: The lucky ones,
like the Isbells,

whose faces spoke their thanks
to him better than any words,

and the others,
like Kate and Harry Ware,

whose sorrow was his sorrow.

[Sobbing]

I did all I could.

I know, Doc.

I reckon what we need now

is another kind of help.

Narrator: Then it began to
seem to young Doc that perhaps

he, too, stood in need
of another kind of help.

But beyond that lighted window,
if he'd only known it,

was a man
in deeper need than his.

All that we had
in those days came

from the people of Walesburg.

The house that sheltered us,

the food we ate,
the clothes we wore.

But what we learned to value
most was none of these things.

It was the living faith
in the hearts

of those who gave them.

We'd never been rich...
Except in that.

And now we were poor indeed.

For days, no one had come
knocking at the parsonage door.

And for the first time
since I could remember,

there wasn't enough to eat.

If you're going out, put
on your other coat.

Did I mention I was going out?

I thought you might be going up

to the burying ground again.

They buried the
Ware child today.

I... I saw
the rigs go by.

I thought I would go up there.

Mr. Gray, it's been
nearly two weeks now.

Won't you write the
bishop to send somebody?

Somebody to do my job for me?

It's still my job.

If the folks around
here want a change,

they'll ask for it.

It's for them to say, not me.

I reckon you're thinking

they'll do just
that before long;

maybe even hoping they will.

No.

John believes in you,
the same as I do.

That ought to be
enough for any man.

Any man except you.

You don't have to make any
pretty speeches to me.

If John and I were
enough for you,

you wouldn't be the
man that you are...

I know that.

And I know that
what you want now

is so much more than
we can give you.

More than food or shelter
or praise or love,

what you want is your
town back again.

[Humming]

[Knock on door]

♪ It was good enough ♪

♪ For my father ♪

♪ It was good
enough for me ♪

well, boy, come in this house.

I ain't laid eyes
on you in so long,

I was near 'bout 'fraid
you'd forgot me.

I've come for Belle.
Is she here?

My Belle?

Well, you ain't
fixin' to go huntin'

this time of night, is you?

Yes, I am.
We need...

Well, Aunt Harriet,
she wants me to.

Hmm. Well, you
better step inside.

I'm standing in a breeze.

I've just come for Belle.

Well, Belle, she ain't accepting
invitations just now.

Look at what's happened
since you was here last.

What's the trouble, boy?

Who told you about any trouble?

Your face is doing the talking.

Well, I can't help it.
It's awful at home.

It's just like being in jail...

Only it's worse
than being in jail,

'cause we ain't done nothing.

Course you ain't.

Well, why does there have to be

such a thing as slow fever?

What's it good for,
except to hurt people?

We can't know everything, honey.

Might be good in it yet...

We're just obliged
to wait and see.

But I've waited, and
I still don't see.

Well, the slow fever
ain't no new story.

I reckon it's kind of like the
sow thistle in the field...

Just bound to crop up
every now and then.

I've known water just as
sweet and clean-looking

as you'd want to see
give folks the slow fever.

Seem like that fever will
get into a creek or a well

in spite of everything.

Couldn't be the creek.

I never drank any
of that creek water.

I ain't said it was the creek.

Facts is, when I first heered

about all them
children taking sick,

I said to myself right off,

"that school well
is done diseased."

But I reckon...
What?

I said... no, I mean
about the school well.

I mean, maybe that
was the cause of it.

Oh, I reckon not.

I reckon they
examined that well...

What's ailin' you?

Boy, where are you runnin' to?

John Kenyon!

John?

I know what gave everybody
the slow fever.

Take it easy, son.

It was the school well.

Uncle Famous got some puppies.
Can I have one?

It couldn't be the
school well, dear.

The Parson thought
of that first thing.

Don't you remember
you were taken sick

a week before school started?

But I drank out of the well.

Say that again.

Honest, I did.

I was up there one day
with Chase Isbell,

and, well, we didn't know the
well had slow fever in it.

Harriet, where's my hat?

Now, who's gonna notify Gene
Caldwell to board up that well?

I'll notify him.

Good. Tell him
to meet me out there

as quick as he can make it.

We'll do the job together.

And, John,

as soon as you've done that,
I want you to help me

spread the word around town.

You, too, honey, if you will.

We've got to make certain

that well's done all
the damage it can do.

[Knock on door]

Parson, they want you over to Mrs.
Belcher's.

I reckon Miss Faith
Samuels is a-dyin'.

Faith?

John and I will tend to things.
You go.

Sure.

Who sent you, Chloroform?

Them over
to Mrs. Belcher's.

But who?
Was it Mrs. Belcher?

Oh, no, Parson. Young Doc
asked me to fetch you.

Thanks.

Evening,
Mrs. Belcher.

Mr. Gray,
I sent for you

because I know she'd
want you to be here.

There's nothing more
I can do for her.

Please wait outside.

Once you asked me
to leave a sickroom.

Now I'm asking you to leave one.

[Clock chiming]

[Hoofbeats]

"This is your last chance.

"You've got 24 hours to
clear off this land.

"Get off, or get a
rope around your neck.

We mean business.
The Nightriders."

Let me see.

Can't understand it.

Just can't understand it.

Why, there ain't
a man for miles around

that I ain't knowed as well
as I know this boy here.

You still don't want to sell?

I don't see how
I can do that, Parson.

That's my property.
Everybody knows it.

If I've got to die,
I'll do it on my property.

Mr. Backett?
I'm here to tell you

this persecution of Uncle
Famous has gone far enough.

You call... now hold on, Parson.

I'm a churchgoing
man, and you know it,

but that don't
give you the right

to come bustin' into my store

and interferin' in my business.

Right now, Mr. Backett,

your business is
interfering with mine.

I'm asking you, before
God... don't you realize

what you're setting
out to do here?

Murder one old man,
steal his property,

take your cut, and then
call the job done?

It won't end there.
Don't think it.

You... all of you.

Where have you been
in the last weeks?

Haven't you seen
the slow fever at work?

Haven't you seen
one poisoned well

spread grief and trouble
through half the town?

Don't you realize
the poison in that well

was catlap compared to this?

If that poison's
allowed to start,

it'll spread
until there isn't a whole soul

or a healthy conscience
left in Walesburg.

Well, I aim to see...

You wait and see.

There'll be no rope
around anybody's neck

as long as there's one man
of us left to stop it.

Nightriders.

Yellowbacks in fancy dress.

You shame me, and you shame

the lord that made you
and called you men.

And if I wasn't his servant, I'd
take a buggy whip to the lot of you.

We gonna take that from him?

We don't want no preacher...

Shut his mouth for him.

If he wants a fight,
let's give it to him.

Kind of looking
forward to tonight.

Rolfe here tells me you run into
trouble with Lon Backett's crowd.

That's one way of putting it.

Well, is there enough
trouble for 6 of us?

Oh, Jed, you never
change, do you?

Ha ha!
Just like old times.

Well, I brung you a horse,

so get your pistols,
and let's go.

I'm not taking my pistols
with me this time.

Afraid I might forget
myself and use 'em.

Well, that's what they're
for, ain't they?

Maybe, but it's
not what I'm for.

Lord knows, I want
you boys along...

Want you bad. But if
you want to come,

you'll have to come like I
tell you, and on my terms.

So I'll just take
charge of those guns.

Oh, now, lookit here.

You ain't got a friend in that
crowd since this morning.

And if you're aimin' on
spoiling their party,

you're gonna need
some care taken of you.

I figure I'll be taken
care of, all right.

Oh, J.D. Gray, I don't
know you no more.

When are you gonna shuck
off that long tail coat

and be a man again?

When you comin' to church, Jed?

Oh... come on, boys.

Take care.

Narrator: I'll never forget
how I felt that night

as I watched the Parson
set out, leaving me behind.

But I knew the way to Uncle
Famous' as well as he did.

And if his town had failed him,

that was no reason
for me to do the same.

Come on out, Famous, or
we'll come in and get you!

All right, let's fetch him.

You're wastin' your time, Parson.
He ain't got a chance.

Stand aside.

Stand aside, Parson.

Come on out, Famous!

[Men yelling]

Wait! Wait a minute,
all of you!

And before you men
go any further,

there's something I'd like
to take up with you.

Mind you, I'm not
out here to try

and talk you out of anything.

If you're still determined
to do this thing,

I don't know of any way
I can stop you.

I came out here to...

[indistinct yelling]

Uncle Famous! Don't let
them do it, Parson.

Don't let them!
Let go of me!

Parson! Parson! Why don't you stop them?
You gotta stop them!

You got to!
You got to!

Man: He don't belong
here, anyhow.

You didn't let me finish.

I came out here tonight

because Uncle Famous
asked me to come.

He knows he's got to die.

But like everybody else,

he wanted to get things straight

with God and man before he goes.

We've prayed together,

and we've talked together.

Uncle Famous has
even made a will.

A will?
Will?

Who's gonna get his property?

Yes, who's gonna
get the mica vein?

Gray: Wait a minute.

Just so there won't be
any argument about this,

I'm gonna read the will to you

right in front of Uncle Famous.

And after you've heard it
and know it's really his,

you can go about your work.

The will is in Uncle Famous'
own words.

It isn't in lawyer form,
but just as he spoke it.

"I ain't been able to put
much by in this life,

"but the things I has,

"I wants to go to my friends.

"My house I leaves
to Mr. Ernest Cumberly,

"whose daddy give me my freedom.

"I couldn't go out of this
world without leaving

"something to old
Mr. Cumberly's son,

"and next to my freedom, my home
is the thing I values most.

"I wants my fishing poles to go

"to Mr. Clem Elkhart.

"When he was a little boy,

"I teached him how
to catch sunperch.

"He didn't have
as good luck as I did,

"and I told him it was
'cause I had a magic pole.

"His eyes used to shine at that.

"Maybe now
he can catch some fish.

"I sure wants
Mr. Perry Lokey

"to have my watermelon patch.

"He was a full-growed man afore
he quit snitching my melons,

"and he knowed I seen him, too.

"That old shotgun of mine,
I wants to leave

"to Mr. Len Childers.

"When he was a little boy,

"he shot it off at a cottontail

"and knocked it plumb
over a rail fence.

"I reckon he's big enough and
man enough to handle it now.

"I wants to leave
my hogs and chickens
to Mr. Thad Gabry.

"My, how that boy
did love barbecue.

"He could smell it a mile off.

"I wants him to give
a big barbecue

"and invite all our friends.

"Mr. Bill Cole
can have my razor.

"Ever since he was
knee-high to a hop toad,

"the thing he wanted
more than anything else

"was a beard.

"Now I reckon he's got
more beard than he wants.

"Every time he hones my razor,

"I hopes it'll remind him
that the lord will provide.

"My tools I leaves
to Mr. Matt Gibson.

"One time helpin' me chop wood,

"he like to cut off
his big toe with my ax.

"Now I reckon he's the best
sawmill boss in the world.

"My old dog Belle,
I leaves to Mr. Justin Briley.

"He didn't have
no dog of his own

"when he was a little boy.

"I wants him to let her run free

and not keep her on
no rope."

"I wants all the mica
on my property

"to go
to Mr. Lon Backett.

"Seems like he wants
that mica powerful bad.

"Now he can have it.

"There's something else I wants
to leave to Mr. Backett.

"I wants him to have my Bible.

"It ain't fancy.

"I guess it's almost wore out.

"But I wants
Mr. Backett to have it.

I hope he reads it."

You can have him now.

There's no writin' on here.

This ain't a will.

Yes, it is, son.

It's the will of God.

♪ Oh, to grace
how great a debtor ♪

♪ Daily I'm constrained
to be ♪

♪ Let thy goodness
like a fetter ♪

♪ Bind my wandering heart
to thee ♪

♪ Prone to wander,
lord, I feel it ♪

♪ Prone to leave
the God I love ♪

♪ Here's my heart, lord,
take and seal it ♪

♪ Seal it
for thy courts above ♪

♪ Amen ♪

[organ playing]

♪ Will there
be any stars ♪

♪ Any stars
in my crown ♪

♪ When at evening
the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When I wake with the blessed
in those mansions of rest ♪

♪ Will there be
any stars in my crown? ♪

♪ I am thinking today
of that beautiful land ♪

♪ I shall reach
when the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When through wonderful grace
by my savior I stand ♪

♪ Will there be
any stars in my crown? ♪

♪ Will there be any stars,
any stars in my crown ♪

♪ When at evening
the sun goeth down ♪

♪ When I wake with the blessed
in the mansions of rest ♪

♪ Will there be
any stars in my crown? ♪