All language subtitles for The.Oregon.Trail.1959.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

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[fanfare playing]

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MEN: ♪ Oregon, Oregon

♪ Oregon, Oregon

[men vocalizing]

MAN: ♪ Oh, some men sing
of yellow gold ♪

♪ Of battles lost or won

♪ And some men sing

♪ Of lovers bold

♪ I sing

♪ Of days long gone

♪ When pioneers
in wagons rolled ♪

♪ Rolled west

♪ To Oregon

♪ When pioneers
in wagons rolled ♪

♪ Rolled west to Oregon

♪ The way was hard
The way was long ♪

♪ Great hardships lay ahead

♪ When pioneers of old

♪ Set forth

♪ Where few

♪ Had dared to tread ♪ Pioneers, pioneers

♪ O'er prairies wild
and mountain snows ♪

♪ And through
the rushing streams ♪

♪ They blazed a trail
to Oregon ♪

♪ The promised land

♪ Of dreams

WOMAN: James Gordon Bennett
founded the New York Herald

on May 6, 1835.

He was inspired to try his
fortunes in the New World

by the autobiography
of Benjamin Franklin.

Well. Well, you're, uh,
new here, aren't you,
Miss Shoemaker?

Well, I'm not.
You see, I, too, work
for Mr. Bennett.

As a matter of fact,
I wrote that speech,
so spare me, please.

But Mr. Bennett said that
he's never to be disturbed

while he's composing
a piece.

Miss Shoemaker,
I arrived back in New York
this afternoon

after spending
three weeks in Washington

where I did nothing
but wait in outer offices.

Now this evening, I was
having dinner at Delmonico's
with a lovely lady

when I received a message
from Mr. Bennett

commanding me
to come here immediately,
that it was most urgent.

Now, uh, he evidently
didn't inform you
that he was expecting me.

Would you be a good girl
and tell Mr. Bennett I'm here?

[chuckles]

Well, uh...

Excuse me, Mr. Harris.

MAN: Yes?

There's a Mr. Harris here.

He says he has
an appointment with you.

Yes. Come in, Harris.

Thank you,
Miss Shoemaker.

I wish you would write
as well as you dress.

[door closes]Oh.

Well, it all depends
on the incentive, sir.

Tonight the incentive
was much prettier than
the people I interview.

Well, did you have
enough incentive to see Polk?

No, I didn't, sir.

Why not?Because he refused to see me.

Hmm. Ah.

Uh-huh. He did.

Hmm. So that little man
in the White House

is afraid to discuss
the Oregon question
with the New York Herald.

It seems so, sir.

Hmm. Huh.

Here.

The Oregon Trail
by Francis Parkman.

-Well?
-Read it.

Right now?

This confounded book
has caused thousands
of feeble-minded failures

to pull up stakes and set out
to be burned and murdered,
robbed and ruined,

crossin' in wagons
over this so-called
"Oregon Trail."

Hmph.

Do you know what
the Oregon question is,
Mr. Harris?

No, I don't, sir.
I didn't get a chance
to ask Mr. Polk.

It's a question of war,
Mr. Harris.

War?

I have information
that Polk has sent,

or is sending army men disguised
as settlers into Oregon.

I want this information
verified.

In short, Mr. Harris,
I want you to go to Oregon.

Me?

Now, Mr. Bennett,
I'm hardly what you'd call
the pioneer type. I, uh...

If we cannot get the news
about Oregon in Washington,

we'll get it
on the trail itself.

Start packin'
your bags at once.

Mr. Bennett, I'm having
dinner at Delmonico's.

The young lady
is waiting for--Cancel it!

Yes, sir.And on your way out,
tell Miss Shoemaker

to get me a pickled herring.A pickled herring.

And some milk.And some milk.

Mr. Bennett, I'd say
your reputation for
being a courageous man

is well founded.

[exhales]

...where you will
rendezvous with the men
of your command.

Arrangements have been made
for you to travel with
a civilian wagon train

being led by army scout
George Seton.

S-E-T-O-N,

leaving from Westport.

Now, your group
will be one of several
carefully chosen units

moving into
the Oregon Territory.

You will travel as civilians,

as this mission
must be kept secret.

Repeat that: "Secret."

Three. Upon arrival
at Fort Laramie,

you will report
your group to Major...

Major... Dexter.

D-E-X-T-E-R,
for further orders.

Four. The overall
purpose of this mission

is to prepare
for the eventuality of war.

God forbid.

I, uh, I-I beg your pardon,
Mr. President?

The eventuality of war.Yes, sir.

And to defend the rights
of 6,000 good Americans

already settled in Oregon, and--

[knock on door]Yes?

The British ambassador,
Mr. President.Oh, good. Show him in.

Add whatever is necessary
to that to clarify it,

and take it yourself
to Captain Wayne in person.

At West Point, sir?

No, at the, uh, army hospital
here in Washington.

He's recovering
from a wound.Yes, sir.

Sir Richard Wallingham,
ambassador for Her Majesty,
Queen Victoria.

Welcome back,
Mr. Ambassador.

I'm glad to see you,
Sir Richard. Sit.

I trust you had a quiet crossing
from England?

The Atlantic Ocean knows
who rules the waves, Mr. Polk.

Yes, with certain
minor interruptions,

uh, 1812, for example.

[both laugh]

I trust Her Majesty
is in good health.

At 27, is anyone
ever in bad health?[laughs]

At 27, all problems
have solutions.

In that case, Mr. President,

perhaps a young queen
and a young nation
can come to terms.

That is my earnest desire,
Sir Richard.

This is the territory
where we mean to add
new stars to our flag.

I can foresee a time
when we shall have as many

as 30 sovereign states,
yes, perhaps even 32!

Nothing can keep us
from expanding as far
as to the Pacific Ocean.

Now please don't wince,
Sir Richard.

A 20-year postponement,
agreed upon by our two nations

for the eventual settlement
of the Oregon boundary dispute

has expired.

It seems a tragedy,
all this furor

over a wilderness
mainly populated
by redskin barbarians.

Well, if the situation
is as simple as that, sir,

there'll be no opposition
from Her Majesty's government.

Nothing is ever
quite that simple with
Her Majesty's government.

Well, at any rate, I can't see
your government risking a war

over a territory
populated mostly
by redskin barbarians.

But we will.

Very well, sir.

I shall so report
your ultimatum

to Her Majesty's ministers.

Good day, Mr. President.

[door opens, closes]

[whistle blows]

[ship whistle blowing]

Steady as she goes.

Hard to "starport."

[ship whistle blows in distance]

Break out the landing lead,
Mr. Scott.

Young man,
you come down from there.

[quietly] Yes, ma'am.

WOMAN: Richard!Yes, ma'am!

Whose train are you
goin' on, Mr. Harris?

Uh, man named Seton's.
You know where I can find him?

Uh, try there.
Bowers might know where he's at.

Thank you.

May I be
of assistance, ma'am?Take your hands off me.

I don't know you, young man.
Let me go!

[wagon approaching]

-[clattering]
-[horse whinnying]

Hey.Hey, Dad,
they hit our wagon.

What's the idea of takin' up
the whole road?What happened?

This drunken sot
deliberately ran into us.

You have a point there, ma'am.

Is this your wagon,
tenderfoot?

It's my wagon, and I expect
you to pay for the damage!

All right.
Here's your pay.

[whip cracking]

No, Papa, don't!

You heard the gentleman.
He expects you to pay
for the damage.

Brizzard! All right.
Fight's over.

What makes you think so?

Brizzard!
Back to the wagon.

Yes, sir.

Just a minute.

You seem to be responsible
for this man's behavior.

I presume you'll also
be responsible for the damage
he caused that wagon.

You heard me. Move!

May I, uh, apologize for my
friend's behavior, ma'am?

George Wayne at your service.

Who's gonna fix
my wagon wheel?

I'll have it taken care of.

Ellis?Yes, sir.

I sincerely hope
nobody was hurt, ma'am.

No, Mr. Wayne,
and thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Is there anything I can do
but say thank you?

Well, you could
tell me your name.

Mine's Neal Harris.It's Prudence.
Prudence Cooper.

Prudence.
That's a very pretty name.

Uh, these are yours,
I believe, sir.Yes.

Uh, thank you
very much.It was a pleasure, sir.

Uh, well, I... I guess
I'd better go see to Grandma.

Goodbye,
and thanks again.Goodbye.

[bell jingles]

Oh, Mr. Bowers?Yes?

Could you tell me where I
could find a man named--Garrison!

I'll be with you
in just a moment, sir.

I caught you.

Take care, Brother Bowers.
No slanders, if you please.

What have you got
in your hand?

Destiny, 'tis written
on my empty palm.

Uh, the other one.

The lines of fate,
the moons of Saturn.

I ask you, sir, do I look like
a common thief?

I wouldn't say there
was anything common
about you, sir.

Spoken like the gentleman
you obviously are.

From London or the, uh,
boulevards of Paris?New York.

I represent a newspaper,
Mr. Bennett's Herald.Aha. A man of letters.

No, just a reporter.
Harris is the name.

Oh, it's an honor,
Mr. Bennett...

Uh, I mean, uh, Mr. Harris.

We'll outfit you
from head to heel.

If you're not going
to buy anything,
would you please get out?

And now, sir,
where shall we begin?

Mr. Bowers, I came
in here to ask you

if you could help me
locate a man named Seton.

Of course. But if you're
going on the trail,
first things first.

[glass shatters]

I, uh, bumped
into something, it seems.

Explain this.
Caught red-handed.

Now you see, sir,
why our prices seem high.

Isn't it possible those
things might have fallen

into the handkerchief
by accident?

That's exactly
how it happened, sir,
in a trice.

The town marshal will have you
in a trice,

in a trice, you,
you thieving scoundrel!

Thou shalt not
bear false witness,
Brother Bowers.

Mr. Bowers,
if you will tell me

the value of the contents
of the handkerchief,

I would be glad to pay for them.

Then I hope you'll be
kind enough to tell me
where I can find Mr. Seton.

Now how much?

Half price to you, sir.
Fifteen dollars even.

That's half price, hmm?

Shun him, Brother Harris,
as you would the foul plague.

Why, these paltry trifles,
accidentally acquired,
aren't worth three bits.

You keep out of this,
Brother Garrison.

Mr. Bennett's money.
There you are, $15.

And, uh, don't forget
to give some to your church.

Oh, I will. I will. [chuckles]

Thank you.

And now for your purchases
for the Oregon Trail.[scoffs]

This fine gentleman
doesn't want any of your
moth-eaten merchandise.

You get out. Now.

I'll be most happy
to drive you

to Mr. Seton's headquarters,
Brother Harris.

Well, that's very kind
of you, Mr. Garrison.

But I suppose I will need
some clothes and things
for the trail.

Ah, caveat emptor.

That means
"Let the buyer beware."

Well, now, first thing
you'll need is a money belt.

Money belt?

Oh, you mean, uh, in case
someone wants to steal my money.

Yes.Ah.

And you'll need shirts,

and some...
A few pair of pants.

My wagon.

Allow me a comment, sir.

Though clad in the garb
of a rustic, you have
the aura of a prince.

You have the aura
of a man with trees.Ha-ha.

You have a most
discerning eye, sir.
Apple trees.

Saplings to populate
the distant slopes of Oregon.

Get aboard.

Well, they... build these things
kinda high off the ground,
don't they?

The view's all the better.

Stir your shanks.

Strike sparks
with your fleet hooves.

Away, my noble steeds!

Brother Seton,

Neal Harris, the noted author,
wants to join up
with the wagon train.

Got a wagon?He'd like to find
a place in one.

I can pay my way.Eh?

You may have to work
your way, young fella.

Put yourself aboard
my wagon over there.

I'll, uh, see if I can fix you
up with a horse tomorrow.Fine.

And, uh, where will I sleep?

Same place you're gonna sleep
for the next five months,

providin' you last
that long,

under the wagon.

Under the wagon, hmm?Yeah.

[grunts]

Mr. Harris?

Well, good evening,
Miss Prudence.

Now that you've joined
the wagon train,

I-I thought I'd come and ask
you to have supper with us.

Well, how did you know I'd--

[grunts] How did you know
I'd joined?

Brother Garrison
has been preaching
the, uh, "gossip."

Oh. Well, I'd, uh, be very happy
to dine with you.Good.

Uh, come on.

[creature howls in distance]

Jeremiah, you've been
a failure all your life.

Don't know why you had to come
more than 3,000 miles

just to keep on bein' it.

Brought another guest
for dinner.

Oh, glad you could come,
Mr. Harris.So am I.

Good evening,
everyone.Good evening.

Good evening,
Mr. Harris.Mr. Wayne.

I see you got rid
of your fightin' clothes.

Yes. I don't wear them
when I go out socially.

Uh, would one of you bring
the stew pot to the table?Oh, yes.

[yelps] It's hot.[chuckles]

Oh, I see you know your way
around a campfire.

Who doesn't?

I don't.

Mr. Harris, are you a failure?

A failure, ma'am?
Yes, I guess you might say I am.
I work for a newspaper.

My son's a failure.

HARRIS: Well, not
from my point of view.

FATHER: Do you have to say
things like that, Mama,
especially to perfect strangers?

You mustn't mind Grandma.
She really loves everyone.

Choose your places, gentlemen.
We're just family.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

[grunting]

Would you join me for supper,
Grandma Cooper?

Oh, la-di-da.

Why don't you stop actin' a lie?
It's just as bad as tellin' one.

Like, why don't you go and sit
where you're meant to
in the first place?

Thank you.

Oh, no, Jeremiah, no!

Oh, do I have your place,
Mr. Harris?

Oh, no. No, Mr. Cooper,
I'll sit right over here,
thank you.

Aw.

Would you like
to change places with me?

Yes, I would.

Uh, Papa, you belong
at the head of the table.

Oh, of course, Prudence.

Thank you.

O Lord, as we start
on our long journey
into an unknown land,

we give thanks for all
Thy wondrous blessings.

We thank Thee this night
for the bread we break
together in Thy name.

We know not, O Lord,
the many hardships
which await us on the trail,

but we ask Thee
to stand and watch over us
and protect us in a new land.

Thy will be done, amen.

Your cinch goes around
like that, and she comes
back here and tightens,

and that's all there is to it.

Well, thanks very much,
Mr. Seton.

Ain't you, uh, ain't you never
rid a horse before?

Oh, yes.
Quite a while ago though.

I remember the horse
had rockers under it.

[laughs] Yeah.Thanks.

Seton, what in heaven's name
is holding us up?

Well, I guess I am.
I'm sorry.

I'm wagon master here,
Mr. Decker.

This train
moves when I say so.

Well, don't be so uppity.
I'm not a lackey, you know.

Yeah, I know.
I know somethin' else, too.

Your wagon's overloaded.

I don't think so.You don't, eh?

Well, just remember,
I warned ya.

Mount to the left side, son.

Yeah, thanks.Giddy-up.
Come on, boy.

Squaw man.Is that bad?

Would you marry
an Indian, my friend?

Well, I don't know.

That all depends. I...

[strains]

Wh-whoop. Hah.

I wouldn't wanna make
any snap judgments
about a thing like that

until the problem arose,
you know.

[chuckles]

Yep, here we go. Whoop.
Come on!

[laughs] Here we go.

Whoa-hoa.
Well, Jesse, old friend,

we're startin'
on another trip to Oregon.

Ah, we've kept
ahead of 'em so far.

Ain't no time
to start worryin' now.

[chuckles] We're movin' out!

Guess you get on
to this sort of thing
after a while, huh?

MAN: ♪ A hundred years
and more have gone ♪

♪ A hundred years and ten

♪ Since pioneers
from Westport went ♪

♪ The women and their men

♪ To risk

♪ The savage wilderness

♪ With hopes forever green

♪ They moved with faith
to reach their homes ♪

♪ The homes

♪ They'd never seen

[wagons continue rolling]

Who-o-oah-uh!

A horse picked up
a stone, Jesse. Check it.

SETON: I seen 'em. Arapaho.

Anything the matter?Lame horse.
Get around, boy.

Whoop!

Well, there's more
to this horseback riding

than meets the eye,
isn't there?

[laughs]

Well, how's the traveling
orchard, Mr. Garrison?

Oh, flourishing
like the green bay tree.

How is
my literary friend?Ah, still just a reporter.

Oh, now don't belittle
your talents, sir.

Oregon can use
those gifts of yours.

Oregon awaits men of all sorts:

the sowers and the reapers,

the hewers of wood
and the drawers of water,

the workers...
and the dreamers.

Which are you,
worker or a dreamer?

I, sir, am the bringer of trees,
apple trees, to Oregon.

The poet laureates
of the orchards to come
will sing of my trees,

how they're trees
of health and beauty.

Yes, sir, I shall plant them,
and you shall write of them,

and one day, your children
shall eat of them.

You sound as though
you were in love with them.

Ah, a man of rare discernment.

Have you noticed my apparel?

Well, I could hardly help
but notice it, Mr. Garrison.

This, Mr. Harris,
is a wedding coat.

Yeah. Well, allow me
to congratulate you.Yes.

Congratulate me on escaping
the snares of a she-devil.

I was deserted
at the altar, sir,

left standing
like a stunned whip-poor-will,

betrayed by a trusted friend.

I wear this coat
on the trail, sir,

partly not to waste it,
a fine tailor made it for me,

and partly to remind myself
never again to speak
in way of love to a woman.

Trees are my women.

Well, I'd say trees
are a lot safer, Mr. Garrison.

Wagons, forward!

Abby! Look what I found.

[woman vocalizing]

If you say so, Mama,
we'll go back home.

No.

No, this old tree wouldn't
take roots there, either.

[woman continues vocalizing]

You've got a dream, Jerry,

something you never had before.

I know, Mama, but--Keep still. I...

I wanna listen to the singin'.

[vocalizing continues][guitar joins, slow]

[grunts]

May I be excused?

Yes.

May I be excused please,
Uncle Tom?You may.

Thank you.

[vocalizing continues]

[soft guitar music playing]

Looking for somethin'?

I didn't think you heard me.

Heh. I heard ya.

Beautiful night,
isn't it?Yeah.

Say, Seton, I was just
getting a drink of water,

and Jesse grabbed the dipper
and gave the water barrel
a couple of whacks.

Now why did he
do that?Oh, that's an old trick of his.

You see, when he bangs
the barrel, the polliwogs
all go down to the bottom.

Polliwogs?

[dog yaps, howls in distance]Oh, well.

You miss the mountains,
don't you, Seton?Miss them? [chuckles]

I was born in 'em,
raised in 'em,

married in 'em,
had my kids in 'em.

Where's your family now?

See, I'm a...

I'm what they call
a "squaw man."

I married me
a full-blooded Sioux.

[chuckles]

One night,
when I was out huntin',

a bunch of Arapahos
raided our village.

And when I got back,
the only thing left alive
was old Jesse there.

They'd cut his tongue out
so he couldn't tell me
nothing about it.

That was a long time ago.

Yes, sir, a long time ago.

Well, son, wherever I go,

I always carry the mountains
around inside me.

Hmm.

Man carries a heap of things
around inside him.

Heap of things.

[woman screams][vocalizing stops]

You fool!

[cocks rifle]

[cocks pistol]

You, put that gun down!

[gunfire]

[firing Continues]

[all whooping]

[whooping fades]

You got a hankerin' to join
them burned-out wagons,
Mr. Wayne?

Why'd they come riding up
in the middle of the night?

Just to look us over.
That's all.

It's a good thing you ain't
worth a hoot with a rifle.

Why didn't they start shootin'
when Brother Decker did?

When you fire a gun in the air,
that's a sign of peace
to an Injun.

They-they can
see your gun ain't loaded.

They thought it was me
fired the shot.

Jesse, get all the horses
inside the circle.Mmm.

May I walk with you
to your wagon, Miss Prudence?

Thank you, Mr. Wayne.

Mr. Harris? Mr. Harris?

Were those real
wild Indians?Oh, no, Richard.

They were
friendly Indians.Darn.

Anything I can do for you, sir?

How many times have I told you
not to "sir" me?

Force of habit. Sorry.

Is anything wrong, sir?

Grandma Cooper.

Has she had these fevers before?

Twice since we've
been on the trail.

Here, ma'am.

You take this
and it might do you some good.

Think she'll be all right?

Of course I will!

WOMAN: ♪ I hear him
at the twilight hour ♪

Prudence.

♪ He speaks to me

♪ So soft and low

♪ The message that he brings

You used to sing that song,
remember, Jerry?

Yes, Mama.

Sing it for me.

[singing continues] ♪ He says
I'm never, never ♪

♪ Never alone

♪ That forever, ever

♪ Ever I'm his own

♪ The still, small voice
is filled with purest love ♪

♪ I know it comes
from heav'n above ♪

♪ He says I'm never, never

♪ Never alone

♪ That forever ever

♪ Ever I'm his own

[song ends]

Looking for a lucky star?

I suppose so.

Did you find the right one?

Yes, and wished on it.

[voice breaking]
She's going to die.

[sobbing softly]

Thanks for the shoulder.

It'll always be there.

Not only to cry on.

[wagons rolling]

MAN: ♪ The blazing sun

♪ Beat down upon the parched

♪ And dusty plain

♪ Each mile that led
to Laramie was one ♪

♪ With thirst and pain

♪ The dry wind

♪ Blew the clouds away

♪ As though
with Satan's breath ♪

♪ In faith alone
the train moved on ♪

♪ The faith

♪ That conquers death

Ain't no rain
in that there sky.

Well, we should get to a river
pretty soon, shouldn't we?

Ain't no rivers.
Just streams.

How far?Ah, three, four days.

That means
we'll run short of water.

We're running short now.

Thanks for tellin' me.
Come on, boy.

[thunder rumbling]

It's weather like this
makes me homesick

for my rose garden
in Warwickshire.

But...

Yeah.

Sometimes I wish
I were back in Nashville
practicing law again.

Well, to matters of state.

Your government's latest
proposal on the Oregon question

is completely unacceptable.

Why do you concern yourself
with so distant a frontier?

The government of England
concerns itself

with frontiers
even more distant.

That is our tradition,
Mr. President.

And this is our country,
Mr. Ambassador.

You may convey
to Her Majesty's government
my counterproposal,

that the boundary
of the Oregon territory
be established

at latitude
54 degrees, 40 minutes.

And that, sir, is final.

There is no alternative?

54, 40, Sir Richard.

Or what?

Or fight.

Is this your water, Seton?

Be quiet, Decker.

Be quiet? Be quiet?

We paid good money
to have this bumbler

guide us through
the wilderness!

This is all his fault!

How far to
the next water, Seton?

Five days, maybe six.

We'll collect all the water
we got on the train.

We'll ration it from my wagon.

How can you stand that whiskey
at a time like this?

Whiskey ain't hard
to stand any time.

For you maybe.

There's a doctor
at Fort Laramie.

How long do you think
it'll take to get there?

Two weeks maybe.

Two weeks.

That's four.

That's five.

Four.

How's Grandma Cooper?Fever hasn't broken.

Give her this.

That's your ration.She needs it
more than I do.

Seton says there's a creek bed
about a mile south of here.

With any luck,
we'll be back with some water.

Hah.

[water pouring]

[whip cracks]

That, sir,
was my best specimen.

The only one in leaf!You coyote.

People dyin' of thirst,
and you stealin' their water.

It's my ration.

You dirty, thievin' coyote.

It's my own ration!
I only used my own ration!

Stop it!
Trees are living things!

Hey, Prudence, a fight!

GRANDMA: Prudence.

Here. Keep him.

Wow!

[thunder rumbling]

Rain. Rain!

Rain!SETON: Back to your wagons!

Get the canvas!
Catch this rain!

Hey, Dad, it's raining.

Get your bucket, Son!

[laughing]

Oh!

Get up, you blame fools!

Can't you see? It's rain!

Good. Some day,
we'll finish a fight.

Right now,
I've got an appointment
with a drink of water.

Some day, I'll kill you.

It's rainin', Mama!

Wake up, Mama!
Do you hear me?

ALL: ♪ ...gather at the river

♪ The beautiful,
beautiful river ♪

♪ We'll be gathered
at the river ♪

♪ That flows
by the throne of God ♪

♪ Yes, we shall gather
at the river ♪

♪ The beautiful,
beautiful river ♪

♪ Yes, we shall gather
at the river ♪

♪ That flows
by the throne of God ♪

Amen.Amen.

MAN: ♪ By now,
the weary pioneers ♪

♪ Had reached
the hostile land ♪

♪ Where Indians and renegades
in secret council planned ♪

♪ The ambush and the massacre

♪ Of every mother's son

♪ Who blazed a trail
so long ago ♪

♪ The trail to Oregon

That's quite a sight.

Yeah. Yeah, but they're
thinnin' out.

Now the powder's in.

Put the gun back together.

Put the keeper in.

And now put the bullets in.

Now to push
the bullets home.

Well, you've got
quite an audience, Ellis.

Yes.

I don't know much about guns,
but that certainly is
an impressive-looking weapon.

One of these
is equal to six guns.

You mean, instead of being
able to fire it only once,
you can fire it six times?

That's right.

A new type.
A fella named Sam Colt made 'em.

How's it work?

Every time
you pull the hammer back,
it puts a new round in position.

"Round"?A bullet.

Oh.

Watch this.
Move over, Johnny.

Wow!

Can you do that again,
Mr. Ellis?

Anything for you,
Lucy honey.

Well, you're
quite a shot, Ellis.

And that's quite a gun.

Ellis!

You know
better than that.Yes, sir.

Mr. Wayne, I was looking
at Ellis' gun.

I noticed it has
"B Company" stamped on it.

That means it's
government property, doesn't it?

Or am I mistaken?

Your mistake
could be in asking.

Questions seem to bother you
a lot, Mr. Wayne.

Only the man who asks them.

Well, that's too bad,
because my livelihood
happens to depend on questions.

Then I suggest you go back East
and ask them.

Out here, questions
can get you killed.

Whoa. Ho.

What's that?It's a warnin'.

Old friends, Jesse.
The Arapaho.

They, uh, they want somethin'.

What do they want,
horses, goods? What?

They want me.

WAYNE: Ellis! Brizzard!

[groaning]

[murmuring]

They... They was...
They was only one.

Are you sure?Dead sure.

You take over from here in.

Head for that saddle
o'er in the hills.

You can see Fort Laramie
from there.

[groaning] Thank...

Oh, thanks, Harris.

Well, Jesse,

so you had your revenge,
did you?

[chuckles]

And they had theirs.

Revenge is... no good.

No good for nobody.

No good...

Jesse, take up your position
in the rear.

Our wagons'll be
in the lead from now on.

You're riding in the rear
too, Mr. Harris.

Wayne.

It's pretty obvious to me
now just who you are

and why you're
with this train.

I gave you an order,
Mr. Harris.

I intend to send
a dispatch to my paper,

the Herald,
at the earliest opportunity.

I shall do my best
to explain in my story

that every evidence points

to your being in command
of a detail of soldiers.

I can tear up
your dispatch, sir.

And I can write another one,
Captain Wayne.

That is your rank,
isn't it?

Brizzard.

BRIZZARD: Yes, sir.

Take charge of Mr. Harris.

See if you can persuade him
to stay close to his wagon.

I won't let him
out of my sight.

After you, Mr. Harris.

[hushed] Miss Prudence.
Miss Prudence.

Not you. Your sister.

Neal. I thought
you were under guard.

Canvas walls
do not a prison make,
nor wagon spokes a cage.

I'm sorry to get you up
this time of night.
I wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye?WAYNE: Mr. Harris.

Ah, Mr. Wayne.
Isn't it past your bedtime?

I told you to stay
in Seton's wagon.

Oh, I was just out getting
a breath of fresh air.

Well, I shall rejoin
Mr. Brizzard

who was catching 40 winks
when I left.

Charming companion,
Mr. Brizzard. Charming.

Good night, Miss Prudence.
Mr. Wayne.

Captain.

You're drunk.Oh, no, Captain.

Where's your gun,
your knife?

And your horse.

My horse is gone.

Daisy.

That means Harris
is gone, too.

Under military regulations,
I could have you shot.

Take my horse.
You're going after him.

Tonight?Tonight!

Yes, sir.

And if you have to,
shoot him.

It'd be my pleasure.

Don't you try to
run away again, now,

or I'll beat you worse than
I ever beat your squaw mother.

Now get off
and water them horses.

Just you try
to run away again.

[French accent] Howdy, Gabe.

Where's all the soldiers?
Place looks dead, Clayman.

Don't know for sure.

They just upped and went
and rode south.

That so?
They comin' back?

Took everything with them,
including most
of my business.

You ain't just tellin' me this
to cut the price of my furs,
are you, Clayman?

Them furs is all right,
but, uh... [laughs]

Who is going to buy them?

You are.

[exhales]

Well, how do you do?

My name's Neal Harris,

and this is my
traveling companion, Daisy.

I guess she doesn't
speak English, Daisy.[nickers]

Of course, I don't
speak Indian either,
so that makes us even.

I don't really think
that makes too much
difference though, do you?

I mean, take you and me.
You don't understand English,
and I don't understand horse.

But we get along
very well together.

You know, I'd never seen
an Indian until just recently.

Of course, I'd seen
a lot of pictures of them
and all that,

but never a real,
live Indian.

I didn't realize
they could be so beautiful.

You are very beautiful.

Thank you, Mr. Harris.

Now, that wasn't fair.

Daisy, I knew that was
going to happen.
I just knew it.

Had enough?

Now take them furs
and get out of here.

[Gabe scoffs]

You ain't gonna
shoot nobody, Clayman,

especially me.

Guess you was hopin'
he'd have guts enough to kill
your old pa, eh, Shona?

Someone will kill you
sooner or later.

Just you wait till I
get you home in the mountains.

Just you wait.

Now give me that $100.
It's a fair price.

But I, I ain't got $100.

All right then,
I'll beat it out of ya.

Just a minute, gentlemen.
I don't wish to interfere

with what may be normal
business procedure
here in the West,

but I have a suggestion
which may be a little
less bloodthirsty.

Who are you?My name's Harris.
I'm a newspaperman.

I have to send
a dispatch to New York.

And there are certain people
who might try to stop me
from sending it.

So here's my proposition.

I'll give you $100 for your furs
and another $100 on top of it

if you'll see to it my dispatch
gets to the telegraph man
at Westport.

I'll get it back there for ya.
Give me the money.

I'll pay as soon as
I finish writing it.
It'll take a while.

Now just a minute,
stranger.

Any deal made in this store
entitles me to a commission.

You can have the furs
for a commission.Huh?

[chuckling]

Paper and ink is right
on the table.Thank you.

MAN: Giddy-up.

They must have pulled out
right after I left.

Is there another way
out of the stockade?

For an extra commission,
there is.

For another hundred, I could
hide you in Shona's village.

I guess Bennett can afford it.

All right, I'll give you
another hundred.

You're not going
to hide him with
them redskins, are you?

What's wrong with them?

Bring the horses
around to the back.

Hmm.

The place seems
to be abandoned.

Take over, Carmichael.Yes, sir.

Six.

Sept.

Where are
all the soldiers?Pulled out, all of them.

Huit.Any message
for George Wayne?

I'll find out.

All I've got is a letter here
for a CapitaineGeorge Wayne.

I'm Captain Wayne.

You don't look like
a capitaine.

CLAYMAN: A funny thing...

When the soldiers moved out,

some of them were saying,
"Remember the Alamo."

What... What is an Alamo?

Look, Sis. Jawbreakers.Prudence, I've got
to talk to you alone.

Hey, look, Dad.
Jawbreakers.

You want some
jawbreakers, son? Huh? Yeah?

How much are they?

Penny apiece.
How many you want?

Is that the cheapest
you've got?

How much cheaper can you get
than a penny apiece?

Well, you couldn't
let us have just one
for nothing, could you?

What's the matter?
Don't you even have a penny?

No, sir.Then why did you ask me
for the price, eh?

I didn't know
what else to say.

Well, that's the craziest thing
I ever heard of.

Who gives something for nothing

to somebody I never even
saw in my life?

I-I don't know what
kind of people are coming
to the West these days.

Just because their kid
wants some candy,

somebody wants me
to dig right down
into my pocket...

and-and just g-give some...

MAN: Come here, boy.The Oregon boundary question
has been settled.

And I'm... Well, I'm under
new orders now.

And you have to return East.

Not East. South.

We're at war with Mexico.

Wa...

Prudence, I...

Nobody knows how long this war
is going to last, and I...

Well, that is, I-I...

No matter how long, darling,
I'll wait.

In Oregon?

Oregon or anywhere else
on this Earth.

Brizzard![groaning]

Brizzard![groaning]

What are they doing
to this man?

We've gotta turn him loose,
Hastings.

I don't think they'll
take kindly to that.

You've gotta do something.
He's in a bad way.

[Gabe speaking native language]

Wait a minute!
Call them off me![speaking native language]

Tell 'em...
What are you doing? You...

You won't be needin' this.

[speaking native language]

[grunting]

[speaking native language]

You damn renegade!

Kick and squirm.

You'll have plenty of time
to squirm,

like us mountain men
always squirm

when the butchers kill off
our buffalo and our game,

and the soldiers drive
the Indians off their own Earth

to starve and die.

Anything you want, just yell.
[scoffs]

[laughing]

[drums beating][rhythmic chanting]

[speaking native language]

[shouts in native language]

Brizzard.

Yeah.

What do you think
they're gonna do with us?

Why don't you ask
Big Chief Tall Hat?

I'm not joking.

Maybe you think I am.

Tied here two days.

Wait till tomorrow
when your tongue
starts to swell.

Maybe there won't
be a tomorrow.

[gunfire]

[firing continues]

Thought you might
want a drink.

I wish I had my whip
and was facin' you.

Now you say you're sorry,
soldier.

Wanna say you're sorry?

You wanna say
you're sorry, soldier?

Go ahead, Brizzard.

It's no disgrace to be thirsty.

I'm sorry.

Good. That's better.

Now say it again,
and I'll turn you loose.

How many times
do I gotta say it?

Lots and lots.

I'm sorry.

[speaking native language]

Now get up, soldier.

[speaking native language]

What are you
gonna do with him?

Seems you oughta reckon
what I'm gonna do with you.

[whooping]

Shona!

Why are you doing this
for me?

I guess
that answers my question.

We must hurry.
They are gone.Who are "they"?

My father is leading
the young warriors
to the fort.

All will be killed
if we don't warn them.

Can we get there
ahead of them?We'll ride fast. Come.

The Indians are on their way
to attack the fort!

On what do you base
your information?The girl, Shona.

I was captured.
So was Brizzard.
She cut me loose.

It's true, Captain Wayne.

Lippert. Break out
those new revolvers.

See that every man
in the wagon train gets one.

Instruct them as best you can
on how to load and fire them.

Yes, sir.

Break out
those revolvers.Yes, sir.

I want you men
with the Colt revolvers

to take up your positions
along those walls.

If the Indians
should storm the gate
or scale the walls,

I want you to fall back
to those two buildings
and keep them in a cross fire.

There they are!

Just remember, each one of
those revolvers has six shots.

Make 'em count!

Take up your positions.

There they are!
I can see 'em!

Hey, Pop! We can see 'em!

Hey, you boys,
get down outta there!

Aw, heck.

Darn.

There's a wagon coming,
Captain.Who's in it?

I can only see the driver.

Hyah!

It's Brizzard!

Open the gates for him.

I wonder how he got away
with a wagon.

[whooping]

[gunfire]

They're sending in
the first wave!

Get those gates closed!

[whooping]

It's a trap!
They're in the wagon!

Fire on 'em!

[whooping]

[speaking native language]

[whooping]

[horse whinnies]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

[shouts]

[whooping]

The second wave, Captain!

Hey, Spars!

Get that powder wagon
to the gate.

Saxon. Drive those mules
to the gate!

[screaming]

[firing continues]

Hey, you kids, get inside!

Get out of there!

Dad! Dad! Dad!

[groaning] Ow! Ow!

Johnny!

[groaning]

Johnny! Johnny!

[woman screaming]

I hate you! I hate you!

[sobbing]

[whooping]

[shouts in native language]

Garrison.[groans]

[gasps]

It is because of this,
I renounce my people.

Forward!

I already made arrangements
with Clayman

to get my dispatch
back to Westport,

and also my resignation.

MAN: ♪ One hundred years
and more have gone ♪

♪ One hundred years
and ten ♪

♪ But time can never
dim the fame ♪

♪ Of those heroic men

♪ Who never faltered
on the trail ♪

♪ Until the West was won

♪ Those men of old
in wagons rolled ♪

♪ Rolled west to Oregon

MEN: ♪ Oregon, Oregon

♪ Oregon

♪ Oregon

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