Original subtitles

Yes, sir, that's where the sun takes his shoes off,

puts his feet up on the high Sierras, and says, "Here's where I set down:"

When the lord finished this job,

he took a long look and quit creatin':

Said, "From now on, I'd just be repeatin' myself: "

Gee, them trees is so big,

you can carve yourself a Presbyterian church out of any one of them:

Yeah, with enough wood left over for a synagogue and a Baptist mission:

The soil is so rich,

one night a padre left his spade standing up in the ground,

the next morning, there was growing from the handle, apricots!

Takes two men and a boy to see clear to the top of them hills:

A lady eagle once tried to fly over:

She got her tail caught and couldn't lay an egg for a week:

This place has got everything but population:

Sister, pack up your washboard:

That's mine.

Come on now, throw her out of here!

We don't want the likes of her with us.

Here's your belongings!

Keep going.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Get going.

Come on, Lil. I'll give you a hand.

Get her out of here!

Let's get over to the stage. It's heading east in about ten minutes.

East? That's where I came from!

We don't care where you came from or where you go, just get!

Come on, Lil.

Go on, keep going!

Who's the boss of this wagon train?

I am.

How about a lift to California?

Not a chance.

Ah, Mr. Trumbo, if there's room for all of us, there's room for one more of us.

If this girl wants to go to California, she can ride in my wagon, and welcome.

Then you'll be traveling with wickedness and mortal sin, mister.

I'm warning you, cards ain't the only thing she cheats at.

That's right.

I'm glad indeed to see that you good women

are dead set against wickedness and mortal sin.

Now, if she was at all pretty, there'd be something to worry about,

but she doesn't look pretty to me.

Fabian, I think I've got something to say about that, and I say she doesn't go.

She can pay her way, if that's what you're a-thinkin'.

That isn't what I'm thinking.

Then what are you thinking?

For $1000 cash on delivery,

I've guaranteed to lay this outfit down in California, all of a piece.

There'll be troubles enough.

Who are you afraid of? Me or yourself?

I don't care what kind of baggage we carry,

only I don't want the boys fighting over it.

You say there's trouble ahead of us, Mr. Trumbo.

Now, these good women know

it's help from divine providence we'll be needing there.

And by doing one good deed now,

we'll have providence on our side.

We should give help where help is needed. Isn't that what the good book says?

I'm with you, Mr. Fabian. A small investment in the almighty now

is liable to pay off big later on, when we need it.

Then it's all settled and she comes with us, Mr. Trumbo.

It's your outfit, Fabian. I just work here.

Hey you, missy. Don't get no ideas you're a-comin' 'cause we want you. We don't.

You're only comin' because Mr. Fabian says so, see?

Come on, child.

My turn, Mr. Trumbo! No, it's mine, isn't it?

Yeah, it's your turn with the saddle, Johnny.

Thanks, Mr. Trumbo.

Joe, you take care of his feed, huh? What about me?

It'll be your turn tomorrow night, and maybe I'll even let you ride him.

Thanks, Mr. Trumbo!

Bob.

Hey, Reb. Yeah?

Better check this rim, or you'll be on three wheels.

Sure will, Johnny.

Why, hello, Elwyn. That's an awful lot of gun you've got there.

This is Indian country, isn't it?

Yeah, well don't plug me!

Aw, it isn't even loaded yet. Look.

Whoa! Pick yourself up.

Doggone your hide, Elwyn! Now you've been and woke the baby.

Aw, don't be too hard on him, Mrs. Brown. We need a lot of men like him.

Oh, come on, get your gun.

You sent for us, Johnny? Oh, yes, Abe.

You and Whitey better get around to your sections

and warn 'em to go easy on the water.

The next two days is a long dry haul.

Right away, Johnny.

What do you think you're doing? That's water.

I thought it was molasses.

And where do you think we get it, whistle for it?

That's two days rations there, and you're washing your hair in it.

I ought to make you drink it. How am I supposed to keep clean?

Stay dirty, like the rest of us.

How're your grapes, Grandpa? Are your cuttings dry?

Yeah, dry, they're pitifully dry.

Mr. Trumbo, I heard you talking to Miss Lily.

Am I right in thinking you were a little harsh with her?

I'm harsh with everybody, I've got to be. The soft ones don't make it to California.

Maybe you think it's easy hauling you farmers over the trail.

I'd rather ride herd on some buffalo.

Then why did you hire yourself out as a guide?

I often wondered that about you. You're not the type.

Maybe I like to keep moving.

You know Missouri at all?

Yeah, I've been through it.

I had a vineyard there once. It's good earth.

Great earth, fine earth.

If you like it so well, why'd you leave it?

Because I want the sun, the sun of California. Not for meself, for me grapes.

They catch the sun and save it, and then they let loose the warmth

in the heart of man when he drinks the wine they make.

Don't look much like grapes to me. They look like a bunch of dead sticks.

From those dead sticks I've seen many a miracle rise.

Every spring in my vineyard, I've seen them bursting out into glorious life,

and I'll see it again, please God, in California.

You're not in California yet.

Well, with God's help and yours, we'll be there one day.

From these dead sticks there'll be thousands of acres of grape vines,

covering the hills like a great green blessing.

Well, well. Slick and shiny as a new saddle.

Where are you going, Pennock, to a dance?

At our present rate of travel, I'd say nobody was going anywhere.

Look, for the past 17 days, we've been crawling across this empty desolation.

How much longer is it going to take?

Well, I figure it's now about 7:00. With good luck, no bad storms,

no Indian attacks, no sick folks or sick stock,

well, I should think we'd be in California before snow flies.

I'm serious. So am I.

We're all in a hurry to get where we're going.

Mr. Pennock as well as the rest of us. Though perhaps his reasons are different.

You don't look like a farming man, Mr. Pennock.

Sometimes I wonder why you're here at all.

I'm here on business.

Business? Well, that covers a lot of ground.

I suppose there'll be more of your kind following the farmers to California.

It'll be the next state in the Union, God willing.

In these dangerous times, Mr. Fabian,

I wouldn't be so sure there'll be a Union left for California to join.

We don't need that kind of talk, Mr. Pennock. Not on this train.

Only a fool would say these are not dangerous times.

A little grease on your tongue, Pennock.

Keep out of this, mule skinner. What do you know about politics?

Why, nothing, Pennock. Nothing at all.

We've got people with this outfit from Ohio and Kentucky, Wisconsin and Georgia,

and from states both North and South.

And they're getting along fine, understand?

So if you have any more of that talk in you,

you'd better say it to yourself.

When we get to California, you can all tear your hearts out, for all I care.

Me, I'll be having a long drink.

But until then, I'm telling you, keep your mouth shut and your nose clean.

Oh, I should have stood in Massachusetts

Massachusetts, Massachusetts

M, A, Massachusetts

Roll along and roll along and roll and go

Oh, away out West

Away out West

Beyond the great unknowns

The buzzards crave my liver

The coyotes are out for my bones

If it hadn't been for the bloomin' law

and a wench with a delicate ear

I wouldn't have had to leave the States

to be a pioneer:::

Huh!

You better take care of your eyes.

You'll go blind trying to read in that light.

Aw, no.

You want to listen to this for a bit and forget about those women out there?

"A land of wheat and barley and vineyards,

"wherein fig trees and pomegranates and olive yards grow.

"A land of oil and honey,

"where without any want, thou shall eat thy bread and enjoy abundance of all things. "

Somebody else going to California?

No, this was thousands of years ago.

They were the children of Israel,

and God was leading them over the River Jordan to the Promised Land.

They're mighty pretty words.

Pretty words, pretty names. I know lots of names.

Natchez, Memphis, Savannah, Biloxi, New Orleans. They're pretty names.

But they're places that can break your heart, too.

None of them had room for Lily Bishop.

California will have room for you.

I'll find a place somewhere.

And nobody can throw me out. Nobody.

I'm grateful to you for taking me along to the Promised Land.

What did you call it?

The book calls it Canaan, but we call it California.

Now mind what I say, don't let them hurt you.

Now go to sleep, child, go to sleep.

Yeah, sure.

They didn't hurt.

They can't.

Goodnight. Goodnight, child.

Whoa!

It's good to see the soldiers out here. Sure is.

Lily, Abe baked some cornbread last night, I'll bet they'd sure like some of it.

I'll ask 'em.

Howdy. Hey.

Where's your guide?

He went ahead to scout around a bit.

Trumbo back yet? Ain't seen him, Michael.

Well, maybe you can tell me. How's the water hole at Salt Lick?

A horse could be up to his knees in it when we left, it was that deep.

Good. Trumbo you say his name was? Trumbo.

That's an unusual name. He wouldn't have a brother, would he?

Never spoke to me of any brother.

I knew a lieutenant by that name once. Campaigned with him. Good soldier, too.

Not the kind you'd expect to become a deserter. Well, keep to the trail.

Still taking nourishment, huh?

There's no hardship can kill the life that's in them.

I feel I ought to take off me hat

to these little dead sticks, as you once called them.

Yeah, they still look like it to me.

Johnny, we never mentioned such things,

but have you any brothers at all?

No.

And if it isn't too nosy on my part, were you ever in the army?

What makes you ask that?

Just an old man maundering about the things that are none of his business.

Look, you hired me to take you to California, didn't you?

I did.

I'll take you there.

But if you've got any questions to ask,

you should've asked them before you hired me.

No questions, Johnny. No questions.

Good.

Should have stood in Michigan.

Me, too. I pass.

See you, Lil. Three jacks.

That wins.

Fellas, I'm blue.

Still got your pants, haven't you?

Yes, but I'd hate to go home to the missus without 'em.

Want to take his place, Trumbo?

Not me. Saving your money, huh?

Johnny ain't saving his money, he ain't got it yet.

Come on, Johnny. Maybe you can break her luck.

Maybe he can, maybe he can't.

Perhaps Mr. Trumbo prefers some simpler pastime.

You can tame her, Johnny.

What'll it be this time, boys? Half a dollar too steep?

Abe, looks like it might get excitin'.

Too excitin' for me, Pokey.

Pass blind. I'll bet a dollar.

I pass.

Got a dollar, Trumbo?

Raise it a dollar.

I'll play out.

Pass.

Well, it's just you and me.

Your dollar and three more.

That's enough for me. You're expensive company, Lil.

Too hot for me.

Still want to climb those golden stairs, Trumbo?

Looks like he's fallin' down 'em!

I'll raise you five.

I'll call you.

Straight.

Full house.

That does it.

They're not marked, if that's what you're thinking. But look at them anyway.

A little something you learned at your mother's knee, huh?

No, my father's.

He was a gambler, played the Mississippi riverboats.

He always used to say, "It's your cheat who's most afraid of being cheated. "

Better stay on your horse after this, Trumbo.

It makes you look a lot more important than you really are.

Another thing my father told me.

Always leave a man burying money. Here.

What do you want?

Came to give you back your burying money.

I need any favors from you, I'll ask for them.

Aren't you afraid that people will see you? Come in.

Sit down.

Took you a long time to make up your mind, didn't it?

What do you mean, make up my mind?

Why don't you admit that back in Pawnee Flat

there was something else you were afraid of?

You know, for a woman, you're pretty smart.

I am smart. Too smart.

I know too much. A woman gets tired knowing too much.

Sometimes she likes to be surprised.

Like this, maybe?

That was what you wanted, wasn't it?

Well, that's exactly what you're not going to get.

Oh, so now you're paying me off, huh?

You sat like judgment on your horse.

What did you think when I was on my hands in the dust?

I can tell you what you thought. I know what you thought.

You didn't wait for any proof.

No, no, you knew. You knew just by looking at me.

But you're not a hard man to figure.

All these weeks when you were trying to shame me, trying to break my heart,

that was your way of making love to me.

Then you come in here and expect me to fall in your arms

and be thankful for the favor you're doing me.

You may think you're pretty high and mighty, Trumbo, but let me tell you this.

If I live long enough, and I will,

I'm going to pull you down off that fancy horse of yours

and shove your face in the muck.

So help me.

Trumbo, Trumbo!

Trumbo! Where is Trumbo?

Trumbo?

You better go, Trumbo.

Trumbo!

Trumbo!

Here he comes now.

What's all the hollering about?

They've struck it rich in California. Gold!

These men just brought the news.

Gold! That's right, gold.

Where? Somewhere's out of Sacramento.

Place called Sutter's Mill.

They're always finding gold in California, but nobody ever saw it.

Well, it's straight this time.

Well, we're headed for California. If you like, you can string along with us.

No thanks, mister.

We'll take a bed for the night and something to eat, and thank you for it.

But we ain't waitin' for no wagon wheels.

We aim to get to California while there's still standing room.

As you like.

I'll lend you a blanket, partner. Just tell me some more about that gold.

Gold in California.

Oh, Johnny, that's news I don't like to hear.

But it's big news, Grandpa.

Gold, I hate the word.

It'll bring us nothing but murder and greed.

They steal it out of the ground, they steal it from one another.

It's a curse on us that those men brought us the news.

Look what it's done already. Look at their faces, look at their eyes.

This is your big chance, Paddy, but it won't do you no good

if everybody gets there before you:

The whole world is gonna be knowin' about this soon:

That's too many people to suit me:

Jessie, use your brains and stay with the train!

Get away from here, Trumbo. All right, have it your way!

Better another month on the trail than leave that here, Slim.

You'll need that plow.

I'll buy me a new one in California. Gold plated, too.

You leaving Fabian's wagon?

I am. Nobody's going to get to California ahead of me.

Lil, I suppose you've got plenty of reasons to hate me,

but I don't want to see anything happen to you.

And this wagon train breaking up, it's liable to be dangerous.

I'll take my chances.

Before you go, there's something I'd like to say.

About last night, I mean, I...

Speak up, Trumbo. I might begin to think you're not sure of yourself.

Well, about hitting you, I'm sorry.

I'm trying to apologize.

We're ready to go, Lil. Is that all you've got?

You going with him?

Yeah, is there anything to say about it?

No.

Except I almost made a mistake.

Whoa! Whoa!

Just a minute, Pennock...

Ah, the murdering gold. Look around you, look at all they've thrown away.

Plows, books, furniture of all kinds.

Stoves, spinning wheels, and all the tools they need to build a home. Huh.

Galloping after gold, they are. What good is it?

Ah, the lasting thing is planting the ground, making things grow

generation after generation. That's lasting, and there's contentment in it.

Easy, rest easy, now. It's that little bone in there, I think.

It'll not be better tomorrow or the day after. That'll take time to mend.

Seven hundred miles of God's empty wilderness between us and California,

and this had to happen.

I'm sorry, Gramps, looks like I'll be holding you back.

I'm in no hurry.

The earth and the sun and the soil

will still be there when we get there, Johnny.

Yeah, but not the gold, Grandpa, not the gold.

And what about my $1000? Who's going to pay that? What am I gonna do?

You take it easy till we're ready to hit the trail again.

I'm in charge now, and those are my orders.

Well, Johnny, we're on our way. Hup, hup!

Whoa.

Now, Johnny, you can get a bath and a drink. I'll look after your horse.

I'll help you unhitch, Grandpa, and you better come with me.

No, no, there's a little friend here I have to consult.

Thought you didn't like liquor.

This isn't liquor, this is brandy.

Made from the grapes themselves. Here, try it.

The golden elixir, the life for all men.

Life? That's a mortal enemy.

I forgot you were only a growing boy.

Johnny, if you come back and find me talking, I'll be talking to meself.

Just put me to bed peacefully.

Go on and enjoy yourself. Go on!

So, you made it, Trumbo. Where's Lily?

Haven't you seen her? No.

You will, Trumbo.

You will.

I'm asking you, where is she?

You can't get her off your mind, can you?

There's a lot of things I can't get off my mind,

but I'm taking 'em one at a time.

You know, Trumbo, if ever you grow up, you'll learn that a woman is like a poker game.

What you take in one hand, you drop in the next.

You were never in this game.

I thought I was, for a while, but I lost to a heavier bid.

What do you mean by that?

If you want a drink, you better order it now.

Our entertainer doesn't like drinks served while she's singing.

Whiskey. Whiskey.

Same for me.

Who runs the cleanest gambling house?

Too-rye, too-rye, fa-da-linka-dye-do

Who runs the cleanest gambling house?

Who runs the cleanest gambling house?

Come in like a lion

Leave clean as a mouse

Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh

The mining man, he digs for gold

Too-rye, too-rye, fa-da-linka-dye-do

The mining man, he digs for gold

Dig!

The mining man, he digs for gold

But it winds up here in my billfold

Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh, oh, oh, Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh

A lumberjack, he cuts the pine

Too-rye, too-rye, fa-da-linka-dye-do

The lumberjack, he cuts the pine tree

The lumberjack, he cuts the pine

The lumber's his, but the jack is mine

Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh, oh, oh, Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh

A respectable girl, she marries soon

Too-rye, too-rye, fa-da-linka-dye-do

A respectable girl, she marries soon:

Ugh!

A respectable girl, she marries soon

But the groom comes here for his honeymoon

Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh, oh, oh, Lily-I, Lily-I-Oh

Wonderful, Lily. Wonderful as usual.

Singin' pretty, ain't she?

That she is.

Sit down, Pike. Mr. Pike, Mr. Trumbo.

Howdy. Sailor, huh?

Ain't no stinkin' scurvy landlubber.

Pike, one of these days, someone's just naturally going to spit in your eye.

Doggone my britches, Johnny Trumbo!

Whitey! So you made it, huh?

Yeah, but a lot of 'em didn't.

You strike it rich yet?

Strike it rich?

Ask that thievin' gouger. He can tell you better than me.

Go ahead and ask them, Johnny. Him and his Captain Coffin!

Watch your lip, farmer.

Not no more, I won't.

Likely, I'll get my teeth bashed in, but not afore I spoke my piece.

Come on, Whitey.

I ain't makin' out good at all, Johnny.

I come out west expecting to find a free country,

and instead I find a shark named Coffin,

squeezin' the lifeblood out of the place.

To work my claim, I gotta buy water from Coffin.

I thought water belonged to God almighty, but no, you gotta pay for every drop.

I gotta buy Coffin's vittles at Coffin's prices. I gotta buy my tools off him.

$100 for one little shovel. Shut up.

Because I got a wife and kids back east, I do all this.

I go into debt up to my ears to Coffin, let him take the shirt off of my back!

Shut up. He's talking to me.

Day before yesterday, my claim starts to pay out. Pay out good.

Right then, Coffin and his gang jumps it, says they're foreclosing for debt.

Drive me off of the place with pick handles!

You!

What's the damage this time?

Just a chair and a table.

Sorry, Miss Lily. I'm beginning to think you're too expensive to have around.

It takes a long time to get furniture out here.

Lily, an old acquaintance,

slightly in need of repair.

Shall I throw him out?

No. Bring him back here.

I'm glad to see you're still living.

Well, I suppose I should thank you for taking care of me.

I told you once before how I felt about you.

Nothing's happened to make any difference.

Or have you forgotten?

No, I haven't forgotten, Lil.

But I'm just beginning to understand something.

No woman can go around hating a man the way you say you hate me.

Not unless there's something else on her mind.

Babble on, Mr. Trumbo.

But this I'll tell you.

If you ever so much as set foot in here again,

I'll have a better man than Pike throw you out.

You talk awful big, like maybe you own the place.

I do.

Maybe I shouldn't ask how you got it.

How do you think I got it?

What I'm thinkin' you wouldn't like.

Yeah, nothing too good for our Lil. Straight out of China.

He must be quite a man to stake you to a layout like this.

Ah, a brig.

Nice shear.

For a mule skinner, you seem to know a lot about ships.

My father was first mate on a whaler. Yeah, she's pretty.

Congo Queen, Pharaoh Coffin, Master.

Coffin, now there's a name I keep hearing. Whitey, he said it.

Pharaoh Coffin. There's an echo in my mind some place.

Congo Queen?

I've got it!

Sure, she's pretty, pretty as a picture. Fast, too. She had to be.

Now I understand everything.

Something amuse you, friend?

No, don't tell me.

I've never laid eyes on you before, nor you on me.

But I'll bet you a dollar to one of your brass buttons that you're Coffin.

Captain Pharaoh Coffin.

And I lay a dollar to what's left of your manners that you're Mr. Jonathan Trumbo.

Ah, Pike told you.

No, Pennock.

Well, you're a long ways from Africa, Captain, and the slave trade.

Only fools stayed in the African trade.

Why should I crowd my ship with live cargo

when I can get more for a shovel than I can for a Black?

Or by running helpless little men off their claims with pick handles.

These are fast-moving times, friend. Helpless little men have no place in them.

This is an odd place, though, to find a man who remembers the old Congo Queen.

Fine ship. Fine name.

I remember her. Not for her name, though, but for the blood on her decks

and the smell of the slaves rotting in the hold.

She was a floating graveyard,

and when you walked along the streets, people crossed to the other side.

They said you had the stink of death about you.

Well, you might have washed it out of your clothes,

but it'll take more than soap and water to wash it out of your mind.

Your tongue's outrunning your safety, friend.

No court would try you, Captain, because no one would hold that a Black was a man.

He was an animal, which you beat and chained,

and all he had to offer up against you was a prayer.

Bilge, Mr. Trumbo. Bilge.

Most men love the chains they wear.

They need a master the way they need their mothers.

I've heard such talk from pulpits.

"The meek shall inherit the earth. "

No, Mr. Trumbo. The earth belongs to the men who make the law.

And the law belongs to the men who can lay it down.

You know, Coffin, for all your ways, I've heard it said that you're a scared man.

Scared that one day a bolt would break or a chain would give,

and the Blacks would come swarming up over your quarterdeck.

They said you kept the keys to the hatches in your pocket.

But have you kept the key to hold over your mind?

What do you dream about at night, Captain?

Maybe you still hear the drag of the chains below decks,

the chanting of the slaves over their dead.

That's the truth of it, isn't it, Captain?

In Pharaoh City, the truth has a price on its head.

You don't speak it unless you're armed,

nor intrude into another man's dreams unless you're prepared to pay for the intrusion.

Save your advice for those who'll take it at the end of pick handles!

And I had you wrong, Lily. You don't care about anybody but Lily Bishop.

I had you right the first time I saw you up in Pawnee Flat,

when you were lying in the dirt and I took you for what they said you were.

Who said the wages of sin are death?

Looks like in Pharaoh City they come pretty high.

Why did you do that?

Better leave, Mr. Trumbo.

Why did you do it? Why did you do it?

Because I knew you'd cry over him afterwards.

Looks like she's petering out, Whitey.

Yeah. Maybe if we staked a new claim.

All we've got here is Coffin's leavings.

There must be easier ways of making a living without dying of pneumonia.

What's that? Somebody fellin' a tree.

Coffin's at it again, damming up the creek!

You got no right to dam up this creek.

Now, ain't no use gettin' ornery, boys.

Water is water, and mighty precious it is, too.

And this here stream, above, below, and in the middle

happens to be the sole and peculiar property of Captain Coffin.

Now, it ain't the Captain's practice to give water away.

But like always, he's willing to share it with them that is willing to pay.

Now, I ask you, what could be fairer than that?

I thought this was God's country.

Not no more, it ain't.

What's Coffin aimin' to do, grab up the whole country of California?

Maybe you're righter than you know, brother.

You let 'em get by with this, in a month you'll be crawling to Coffin for a handout.

That's just what I was thinking. Look out, boys!

Not now, Johnny. Better let 'em take this trick.

All right, who's next?

Come on, Johnny. Let's get out of here.

That's right, come on.

$288.

Keep it in a safe place, partner. I'll be around to buy it back.

Well, Clem, I see your claim's paying off.

Right off the river bottom.

Fourteen ounces.

$224.

Eleven ounces.

$176.

The game is open, place your bets.

What's the limit?

$40.

Five is soda.

Copper that ten, will you?

Just a minute. I thought I told you to stay out of here.

This is business. I don't want any business from you.

What's the matter, you scared?

What have you got that I should be scared of?

Wouldn't be my luck, would it?

Get up, Mike. I'll take it.

All right, boys. Place your bets.

This time, Trumbo, there won't be any burying money.

You win again.

Let it ride.

The limit.

The limit's raised.

What has she got left?

Four stacks.

All right, four stacks it is.

On the lady.

That all right with you? Anything you say.

Four, three, ten.

Queen wins. That's luck for you!

Pay him off, Mike. The game's closed.

You busted, Lil? Looks like it.

Just a minute, Lil. I got an idea, a sporting proposition.

I'll cut you. This against the whole place.

Everything or nothing, high card wins. What do you say?

Better not do it, Lil. He's lucky tonight.

Once you said you weren't afraid of anything I've got.

Well, I've got this, and it says you've lost your nerve.

Pack of cards, Mike.

Shuffle them.

Always want to check them, don't you?

Always.

You cut.

Four of diamonds. You got a chance, Lil.

Go ahead.

Two of spades.

Well, looks like I'm the new proprietor.

Eddie, turn everything over to him. It's all in order, isn't it?

Yes, Miss Lily, except for tonight. Some sharper slipped this over on us.

Dirt and lead instead of gold.

Well, that's a fool trick for anyone to do.

Yes.

A man can get shot for that.

Not if he gets away with it, Lil.

Well, drinks on the house, everybody!

Come on, Clem!

Mr. Trumbo, this is Mr. Gunce. Says he can paint.

Yeah, what does he paint? Names on shaving mugs.

In a town full of beards?

Mugs is only a sideline. I'm the undertaker.

Well, could you paint a sign for out front?

Yep. Plain or fancy?

Just big. "The Admission Day Saloon. "

Admission Day? Me paint a thing like that? I don't know, Mr. Trumbo.

California joining the Union's getting to be fighting words around here.

Some mighty important people against it.

I'm a business man, I got my customers to consider.

Why should you worry? They're all dead, aren't they?

Hmm. Yeah, I never thought of that.

You know, I never looked at it that way.

Come on, Gunce, I'll show you what the boss wants.

Mr. Trumbo.

What's this?

A quit claim deed. Eddie will show you the books.

You don't have to leave. You can work here, you know.

Don't do me any favors.

I'm not. I need a singer.

Maybe you can get a big piece of Coffin's money back.

It wasn't Coffin's money.

Then, whose was it? Mine.

I bought this place from Coffin with what it took me five years to save.

But that's my business, not yours.

All right, Lil, if that's the way you feel.

That's exactly the way I feel.

Mike, wrap up a thousand, chase after Lil, and see that she gets it.

Burying money.

Won't need no burying money where she's going.

Why not? Coffin's place.

Hey, you.

Captain's compliments. If you ain't too busy with these here newly acquired premises,

he'd take it kindly if you'd step down to the hacienda:

He'd like to have a bit of a word with you.

He would, would he?

Want a drink? Make it rum.

On the house, Pike.

Why would you be giving me a drink?

You got a nice, kind face.

You had a jug in your hand. Why didn't you smack me over the head with it?

You ever hear of bullfrogs in a pond?

Well, some sing big, some sing small. You, I can't even hear you.

Go on, run along to your Captain. Tell him I'll be there.

Come in, Trumbo. Come in.

The Captain's ready to see you.

Oh, of course, you two know each other.

Let that bird alone, Pennock. Let him alone.

Pleasure to see you're prompt, Mr. Trumbo.

For fun or for fight, I always like to get there early.

Which do you expect this time?

You tell me.

When I invited you here, I must admit, I didn't expect you'd do me the honor.

I appreciate it.

It's just curiosity, Captain. I'd heard about this place,

but I never would've believed it.

I hear you took over the Golden Lily last night.

I like a man who takes what he wants, doesn't ask too many questions.

I like to see him get ahead.

Yeah, but not too far ahead, huh?

I have a good piece of this country in my hands.

You'd be very foolish to think that I'd let it go.

What's on your mind, Coffin?

I'll put it two ways, friend.

I'll buy the Golden Lily at a fair price, and you can leave town.

Or you can stay here and go along with me. Know what that means?

I'm doing all right alone. Saloon keeper?

Any fool can line his pockets with silver dollars.

Lift your eyes above your whiskey bottles.

I could possess this country,

this California and all the power that goes with it,

if I had a handful of men like you.

No deal. You may not know it, Mr. Trumbo,

but you've just made a very dangerous decision.

You may not know it, Captain, but from this minute on, I'm going to start crowding you.

I'm going to keep on crowding you till I've pushed you right into the Pacific.

Keep on playing, Lily. Keep on playing.

Blast you, Pennock, leave that bird alone!

What was that?

The clock, Captain.

Just the clock.

I never found another island like that in all the southern seas.

Such tranquility, such a paradise.

Yes, a man could well forget himself there.

Why didn't you stay?

That horizon's too narrow for me.

Elvira!

No, the only reason I'd ever go there again would be to take you with me.

Did you hear what I said, Lily? I'd like to take you there someday.

I've been everywhere else, why not?

No, no.

I mean as my wife.

You really mean that, don't you?

Ever since I first saw you.

Does that seem strange to you?

All my life, I've wanted to be just that.

A wife.

Does that seem strange to you?

No. I have no illusions that you love me.

I believe we can be happy together.

Let's put the past behind us.

I know what they say about me, slaver, all the rest of it.

Everything I did, I did because I had to. Nobody ever helped me.

Son of a drunken sail-rigger.

I took more beatings before I was 12 than any felon does in a lifetime.

Ran away, slept under walls like a rat, till one day

I saw a Captain step from his ship to the shore.

Bright buttons gleaming in the sun.

Giving orders like a giant, like a king.

And I became the master of a ship.

Now I'm master of a town, dirty, stinking place that it is.

And tomorrow I'll be master of a country, yes, even all California.

When that happens, I want you...

Well, you're not even listening to what I'm saying.

You've other thoughts in your eyes. You...

You're thinking of somebody else.

Yes, I am. Who?

A little boy.

I was trying to picture you like you said.

I'm beginning to understand you.

Lily...

Goodnight Mike. Goodnight, Mr. Trumbo.

All right, Trumbo, don't bother to put those away.

This is your last night in Pharaoh City. Come over here.

You heard what the Captain said.

Here's a quit claim deed for the Golden Lily.

There's a pen. Sign it.

Stop it, get away.

It's regrettable that a man has to be taught these lessons,

but sometimes it's necessary.

He's tied good and fast, Captain.

Hammerin', hammerin'. Sure a lot of buildin' going on around here.

Church, new houses, a school. I tell you, Whitey, it's getting so civilized

they'll soon tell you where to spit.

Yes, sir, Pokey, never thought I'd see a church being put up in Pharaoh City.

Here comes the stage.

Warren, you see that everything gets off all right. I'll find out where we go.

Howdy, Joe. Howdy.

You there, we're looking for Captain Coffin's hacienda:

Mister, you're the seventeenth party to ask me that today.

What's going on there, a barbecue or something?

Come, come, man, pull yourself together. Where is it?

Well, if you point that there belly of yours south-by-southeast

and keeps a-followin' it and don't fall down no gopher holes,

I reckon you'll get there. Mighty fancy looking man, ain't he, Whitey?

Always thought there was nothing but grizzlies and Indians out here,

but I swear I've never seen so many beautiful women. Where do they all come from?

This is a big country, Creel. It's taken some of them days to get here.

Captain, I haven't seen Tomlin yet.

I'm informed that Mr. Tomlin met with an unfortunate accident

on his way from Santa Barbara. Bandits?

No Senator, he talked too loud and too long.

Excuse me.

Don Luis. Se�or Coffin.

I'd like a word with you, at your convenience, of course.

At the conclusion of this dance, sir.

Thank you.

Music won't help you now, me boy.

Johnny. Johnny, come in! It's good to see you.

How are you, Grandpa? Bring him some coffee. Sit down.

We were wondering what happened to you.

It wasn't like you to sell out and run off without tellin' nobody.

I didn't sell out, I was run out.

Captain Coffin. Did a pretty good job, too. Almost perfect.

You've been gone six weeks now.

Well, I wasn't in the best of health when I left here.

If it hadn't been for a couple of Mexicans, I'd have cashed in.

They packed me 100 miles to a mission,

hoping the padres could cheat the devil.

Well, they did.

Whitey, where's your gun?

What do you want it for?

Don't do it, Johnny.

It'll do you no good to kill Coffin.

Men like Coffin are like weeds in the fields,

you have to dig 'em up by the roots. Can't do that with a gun.

There'll be law and order around here soon.

There's talk already of a convention in Monterey

to make California another state in the Union.

When that happens, the law will take care of men like Coffin.

Sorry, Grandpa.

I can't wait that long.

This proclamation, gentlemen, I'm sure you've all seen.

It's been posted all over California.

General Riley, Washington's latest gift to California,

has designated September 1st for a convention to be held at Colton Hall, Monterey.

In the hands of the delegates of this convention will rest the decision

as to whether or not California is to become a state.

As you all know, I intend to be a delegate myself.

Even so, the convention may go against us,

and it is to consider this possibility that we're meeting here tonight.

What is Se�or Coffin proposing?

Immediate preparation for the armed seizure

of the centers of power in California.

Isn't that rushing things a little too fast, Captain?

Too fast, Mr. Barrett? Nothing can be further from the fact.

The whole country is rushing toward armed conflict.

And when that time comes, my friends, a strong and independent California

may effect decisively the outcome of that conflict.

Sir, I, too, would like California to be

a great and glorious independent country.

And yet, if the people should be against it, I...

I would be a fool to fight them.

Much blood has already been spilled on this beautiful ground. Too much.

The Senator, it seems, is asking a great deal of us. What can we expect from him?

Yes, if we are going to take the country by force, what do we do about weapons?

Powder and shot don't grow on trees.

No, Mr. Willoughby, they do not.

Before we adjourn tonight, I think I can promise you ample evidence

of Senator Creel's good faith.

Who are you?

Well, I suppose you could call me a guest.

Please do not tell the Captain.

Tell him what?

I am not supposed to be here. He keeps the chapel locked.

Why?

That must be him now!

Follow me, gentlemen.

Perhaps you'll find these precincts overly pious,

but I assure you, they're practical.

Well, there you are, gentlemen.

Guns and ammunition galore.

Fancy place for an armory, Coffin.

Even Mr. Willoughby could hardly wish for more.

Good heavens, no. Enough to equip a regiment.

And we ran 'em in, every one of them, didn't we, Pennock?

Right under Colonel Stuart's nose.

Stuart? Is he back in California?

He's encamped not far from here.

You don't suppose he's got wind of this?

If I know Stuart, he's too busy with his own political career.

These are really very good guns. Indeed, they are.

Seems to me, Coffin, you've got all your eggs in one basket.

Why not pass them around, get them out of here? We will, in due time.

Come on, gentlemen. I think we've had enough proof of Senator Creel's good faith.

Why does he have these guns here?

I do not know, se�or, but no good can come of it.

What do you think he is thinking

that his house should be made into a hiding place for rifles?

I take it you don't like Coffin, either. Why?

Is it right that a woman should have to steal a key to pray?

No, it isn't right.

And maybe that's all going to be changed.

Be careful, se�or:

You are only one man against many.

You just forget you ever saw me.

Look away, look away

Said I to my heart, said I

Never trust yourself with a summer sky

A rambling arm, a roving eye

Every summer kiss brings an autumn sigh

Said I to my heart, said I

Look away, there's trouble

A stranger has come to town

Look away, big trouble

His eyes are too soft

and brown, brown, brown

Oh, does he think to win you with song and sigh?

With rambling arm, and roving eye?

Does he think you'll smile

and away you'll fly?

Said I to my heart,

Said I

Goodbye, said my heart

Goodbye

What are you doing here?

Thought I'd like to see one of Coffin's fiestas:

You know this isn't a safe place for you.

Since when have you cared?

I don't.

Then why warn me?

I haven't changed. Why should you?

Perhaps it's because I'm not afraid anymore.

Of you, of anything.

Perhaps it's because for the first time in my life

I've got something I've always wanted.

What would that be?

I'm going to marry Pharaoh Coffin.

You don't love him.

He knows it.

You wouldn't understand, would you?

That a woman can sometimes manage without love.

Providing the price is all right.

A month ago I would have hated you for that.

Now it doesn't matter.

I could even tell you I could have liked you.

The way you were with the kids on the trail,

the way you are with Fabian.

You talk hard,

but underneath you're human like everybody else.

Why didn't you ever show that side to me instead of always trying to hurt me?

Why do you tell me now?

Because it's too late.

Too late, Trumbo.

Lily... Please go.

You were right about me trying to hurt you.

I wanted to, I guess. Don't ask my why.

Maybe I wanted to even up with a lot of other women.

Please go before you're seen.

And I'm gonna hurt you again, worse than ever.

And I'm gonna be sorry for it.

You can't hurt me.

That's one thing I've promised myself.

You can't hurt me ever again.

I came here tonight to kill Pharaoh Coffin,

but I'm not going to, not tonight.

I found out enough about your Captain

to make me want to find out a little more.

But I'll come back, Lil, and when I do,

nothing's gonna save him.

No, you mustn't.

Even if I loved you, you couldn't stop me now.

Afterwards, you can go on hating me again.

Lily, it's you. I'm glad you came.

My guests kept me so busy.

But I missed you.

I need you.

You must never leave me for so long again.

I won't leave you, Pharaoh.

What's the matter? You seem unhappy.

No, I'm not.

But just now, when you were dancing, your eyes were smiling.

But now...

They will be again.

In all my life, I never want to cause you a moment's sadness.

If only I could...

What was that?

Only the wind stirring the branches, Pharaoh.

Just the wind.

You know, for a moment it sounded

just like naked feet

shuffling across the deck.

Well, who are you? What do you want?

Could I speak to you alone, sir? No, you may not.

Speak your piece and get out.

Oh, it's you.

Captain Odlum, Sergeant, close the door.

All right, Trumbo.

I don't know what brought you here,

but you know how the army treats desertion.

I know, sir.

Consider yourself under close arrest.

I didn't wake you up in the middle of the night

to put myself in the guardhouse.

What else do you expect?

I'd like to make a deal.

A deal? You've got nothing to trade.

Ever hear of Captain Pharaoh Coffin?

The man who is running for the Monterey convention?

That's not all he's running for.

What if I said he's setting himself up for taking over the whole of California?

I'd say either he was crazy or you were.

Not if you saw the rifles he's been running in, enough to start a small war.

Can't hang a man for having a few rifles.

Is that all the evidence you got?

That, and some rumors and a hunch.

If I wrote down every rumor a fella gets around here,

I'd need half the United States Army.

You make a deal with me and you won't need the United States Army.

Confound it, Trumbo! The United States Army doesn't make deals with deserters.

You come in here with some cock-and-bull story...

I beg your pardon, sir,

it's not a cock-and-bull story.

No?

You help me wipe out my court martial,

and I'll take Coffin off your hands.

How? Kill him?

Something like that.

That way of settling disputes is over, Trumbo.

This is the day of potbellies, frock coats, politicians, conventions.

If you want to kill this man, kill him politically.

Run somebody against him and break his back at the polls.

Now, do you know anybody that's really respected?

Integrity? Honesty?

Yes, I know somebody like that.

Michael Fabian, a farmer.

But what if it doesn't break Coffin's back?

Tell you what I'll do, Trumbo.

I'll take responsibility for you myself.

I'll give you your freedom for 90 days.

That's till after the Monterey convention.

Then you report back here and you face court martial.

If you don't, you won't get two years, you'll get 20.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Trumbo, one thing always interested me.

That woman at Fort Marcy,

just who was chasing who?

It's your guess, sir.

Hardly worth deserting for.

It's either that or shoot the husband.

Anything else, sir?

You have 90 days.

Thank you, sir.

Do you think he's gonna do it?

He's got to.

Well, Michael, what's the word?

By the way, whose idea was this?

Mine. Oh, it was, huh?

If we let Coffin get to Monterey without putting up a man to run against him,

we deserve everything he hands us.

You've been yelling for a school,

you even got 'em building a courthouse.

What are you going to do, let Coffin sit in it?

I don't know, boys.

I'm not one for being a politician.

I'm just an ordinary man with dirt on me hands.

Well, maybe it's about time some ordinary folks took a hold around here.

And what about me vines? I've got things growing here.

Who'll take care of them? They need care. Who will give it to them?

Don't worry about your grapes, Michael.

They'll be worked.

Well, boys, you've run me clean out of argument.

I can see meself making speeches.

But I tell you, I'm not going round kissing any babies.

Don't worry about kissing no babies.

You just stand for office. We'll see that you get elected.

Well?

You lost, Captain. - How bad?

You're scuppered, sunk.

Thanks to your friend, Trumbo.

So Fabian goes to Monterey.

That's bad for you, isn't it, Pharaoh?

Troublesome, perhaps.

Even more so for Mr. Fabian.

Why don't you continue playing, Lily?

P- E-N-sylvania

Roll on and roll on and roll and go:

Hurray! Fabian for Monterey!

We better let him get some sleep

or he'll never get to Monterey.

Good night, fellas. Thanks for everything.

Congratulations again!

Good night! So long!

Get some sleep.

Michael.

Lily, what are you doing here?

I'm asking you not to go to Monterey. Why not?

I'm afraid for you.

Don't you see? This whole thing is Trumbo's idea.

He's using you to pay off a grudge.

What are you talking about?

You don't know how to fight the way they fight.

There's no telling what might happen when the cards are down.

The cards are down. I know.

That's why I'm asking you not to go.

A man can't keep out of danger by hiding under the bed.

Sit down, child.

This is a big new country,

and the people came here to get gold, most of them.

But now they've started farming and raising families,

and you can no more keep them from making California a state

than you can keep the sun from shining.

Because they're ordinary folk,

and ordinary folk are kind of stubborn about important questions.

Don't be afraid for me.

I wish you wouldn't go, Michael.

I've been elected to go to Monterey, and to Monterey I'll go.

Well, Michael, you sure got Coffin a-sweating.

We're not out of the woods yet.

We'll see tomorrow.

Yeah, your speech will have to be a powerful heap of words.

Here you are. Thanks, Abe.

Johnny.

See you later, Creel.

Sorry to be so late.

Things going badly, Pharaoh?

I'll know better after tomorrow.

Your friend, Fabian, is going to speak.

I'd like to be there.

You know, Lily, sometimes I wonder whose side you're really on.

What have you got in the box?

My wedding dress.

Whiskey.

You're Se�or Trumbo.

Yeah. Who are you?

It is of no consequence.

You're a friend of Se�or Fabian's, are you not?

What about it?

Se�or:::

As you may have observed, I'm a little drunk.

It's not a habit, I assure you.

Sometimes a man has thoughts.

I'm Don Luis Rivera y Hernandez.

In California, that is an honorable name.

With honor, a man should be more careful.

Do you agree?

I wouldn't know.

Your friend Fabian speaks tomorrow.

You got any objections?

Don't let him.

If you have any influence with your friend,

take him away from Monterey at once, se�or: At once!

Why?

I do not like to see a man killed in cold blood.

Thanks.

Pour one for me, too, Don Luis.

I'm going to drink to your health.

Ahoy.

Better be hurrying over to the hall, Johnny.

You're not going to the hall, you're going home.

Home?

I got something to tell you.

You're in trouble.

I've been in trouble ever since I became a politician.

They're gonna try and kill you, Grandpa.

Who told you that? A drunk.

And you'd be worrying about the word of a drunk.

Yes, well, he's dead for telling me.

And there's something else you better know.

It is I who got you into this.

I didn't give a bent nickel for what you were fighting for.

I wanted to fix Coffin, and this was one way of doing it.

That's why I got you to run against him.

Sure. I knew that the day you brought the boys to see me.

All the same, I'm glad you told me.

You still going?

Yeah, I'm going.

It's that important to you?

Not just to me, Johnny.

You forget the folks who voted for me.

They want a decent government,

and they kind of thought that I'd help them to get it.

They had faith in me. I've got to keep faith with them.

You should understand that, Johnny.

I think I do.

Well, if it's that important to you,

it ought to be that important to me.

Let's go.

I ask you,

why are certain delegates in this hall

so insistent on rushing California into statehood?

How can we even discuss it

when there are so many problems requiring long and careful study?

The boundary question, for one.

I say this whole measure is ill-considered and premature.

Statehood now can only make California a pawn

in the conflict already threatening to separate the rest of the country.

Order! Order!

If this measure is passed,

it is inevitable that those favoring an independent empire,

a republic of California,

they must either separate themselves from it

or contest the decision by force of arms!

Gentlemen, order!

Mr. Fabian.

Mr. Speaker. Gentlemen.

Talk, talk, talk.

For five weeks now, there's been nothing but talk in this hall.

Well, I suppose that's what a convention is for, talk.

But a minute or two ago, Mr. Willoughby was talking

and he made a slip of the tongue.

Ah, more than that.

Mr. Willoughby let the cat out of the bag.

And a clawing, screeching cat it was,

and a very thin bag he was in.

Independent empire, said Mr. Willoughby,

and then made off it was a slip of the tongue.

Ah, it was more than that.

Independent empire.

That's the scheme they have,

the scheme to wreck this convention

and wreck the future of California.

Order!

Now, I'm a simple farmer.

What I know is the sun, the soil, how to make grapes grow.

I'm not a politician.

But I know who's in that scheme for an independent empire.

And if a simple farmer knows, you all know, every man jack of you knows.

And the men in that terrible scheme

aren't here to tell you what the people of California want.

They're here to tell you what one man wants.

You all know who he is.

Captain Pharaoh Coffin.

Order!

That man wants to run California all for himself,

but it's us who settled it.

And it's a land for the people like all the United States.

We want to make it a state, not an empire run by Captain Coffin.

That man's trying to get his way by bossing this convention.

Next, he'll try it with guns and wholesale murder.

Now, I say that's nothing but treason.

Here we are, men from every state in the Union.

We're farmers and millionaires and everything else.

What we want California to be is what she should be,

another state in what I believe to be the greatest land on earth.

Gentlemen, there'll be a ten minute recess.

Keep me well covered.

That was real good!

Look out!

Dead.

He didn't have a chance.

Pick him up.

He was the finest man I ever knew.

Nothing but cold-blooded murder.

You gotta have some law and order around here, all right.

That was a bad move, Coffin.

I've nothing left but powder and shot.

Not for me. Me either.

Personally, I'm going to be on that stage when it leaves this afternoon.

Anybody care to join me?

Well, is he here?

Si, se�or, he is in the chapel.

Get Miss Lily at once.

Si, se�or:

Hurry!

Oh, good morning, Padre:

You brought your beads, your things?

What is it you wish of me?

A wedding.

The young lady will be here presently.

I want you to marry us.

A wedding?

And those armed men are the wedding guests?

This is more than a wedding, little man.

This is a coronation. I should have got a bishop,

but you'll do. You'll do.

I cannot perform such a ceremony.

What?

There'll be no ceremony.

Se�or Coffin, you are a man of blood.

You cannot use the holy church as you would your chapel.

Your church, you and your mumbling breed.

I'll tear out every root you have in California.

Your hands cannot reach deep enough.

I'll be using your missions for pigsties, I...

Where is Miss Lily?

You heard me, come here.

Where is Miss Lily?

Her bed has not been slept in.

She's gone.

It's a lie.

You knew.

Since last night.

I helped her.

Get out, both of you. Get out.

Get out!

Captain.

Captain.

It's me, Pike, Captain.

I got to have a word with you.

Why haven't you gone? I gave you my orders.

Supposin' Fabian ain't back from Monterey, yet.

He'll be back.

If he isn't, there are plenty of others to dispose of.

Remember, he's the most important.

Have done with him.

And I want no blunders.

But, Lily, I can't run away now.

Michael, you don't seem to understand.

You don't know what Pharaoh Coffin is capable of.

If I leave with you and let him have his way,

I can never come back, nor can you.

You know that. I'm not coming back.

Once I thought California would be big enough for me.

It isn't.

Everything I've touched,

it's as if it had a curse on it.

Even you.

Oh, Michael, come away before something happens.

What's this?

Hey! Hey!

I tried to tell him.

He wouldn't listen to me.

I was too late.

We were all too late.

Better lift him to his cabin.

Well?

Well, your orders have been carried out, Captain.

Including Fabian?

We done him in proper.

He'll make no more speeches where he's at.

You came back, Lily.

Yes, Pharaoh.

I came back.

You blundering swine.

Get out of my sight!

Lily.

Lily.

We're going into town. Get moving.

Close the gate!

Spread out! Spread out!

Tom, see that every man who has a rifle uses it now.

Pick off anyone that shows his nose over that wall.

We got to keep it well covered.

I'll keep them all shooting.

We'll never make it now. They got the gate shut.

We've thought of that.

Frank? Yeah!

You got it? I sure have.

Let me have it.

Keep us covered! Come on, Frank, let's go!

Hey, Frank, Bob! Come on!

All right, stick to the walls!

All right! Wheel it in!

They've forced the gates, Captain.

We're done for, scuppered.

But I have a pair of horses by the side patio.

There might still be time to make a run for it.

More water, Elvira.

We're alone, Pike.

Stark, Barrett, Willoughby walked out on me, saved their skins.

Come on, come on. We'll ride out of here, get back to the sea.

Who was it who struck her?

You must hear me, Captain.

It's off now or we're dead, both of us.

It was you who struck her.

You struck her, Pike.

Now get out.

Get out!

Aye, aye, sir.

What do you say, Bosun?

How goes the night?

Where's Pike, eh?

Pike?

Pike!

Pike!

Hmm.

You betrayed me, huh?

Took the keys,

unlocked the chains,

and set those Black slaves free,

hoping they'd help you.

Help you...

Where is the sun?

Where's the sun?

How can I see a Black against the dark?

Only hear them.

Hear them.

Pike.

Pike. Pike! Pike!

Yes, I know you hate me.

I took you out of Africa and the stinking fever.

I put you in chains, yes. Yes, but you struck her.

And now you want to kill the master, eh?

Well, you fool!

What'll you do when the wash ships over the guns?

What'll you do when the mast goes by the board?

What'll you do when the night comes down?

Pike! Pike! Pike!

Oh!

So it's you.

You are going to die.

I remember these vines when they were just a bunch of dead sticks.

You know, it's as if I was seeing them for the first time,

the way Michael always saw them.

Yes, he saw a lot of things most folks missed.

Well, this is goodbye, Lily.

Where are you off to, Trumbo?

Got a date with the army, remember?

How long does it mean?

A year.

Two, maybe.

Trumbo...

You'll come back, won't you?

Where'll you be?

Right here, waiting.