All language subtitles for S2E26 - The Matthew Lowry Story

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I will not fight thee, Jed
Otis. Of course you won't!

All you Quakers
is snivelin' cowards!

"I do not want to fight thee."

"Thee is my brother."
"All men is brothers."

Considerin' how scared
you are to fight,

I'm beginnin' to think
you're my sister!

Lost his arm in Antietam.

Bushwah! He never
fought in no war!

He was so scared
he'd be drafted,

he chewed his nails off
up to his shoulder!

Stop it, you two!
Here comes the major.

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Hey, what the devil's going on
here? Are you out of your head?

Well, I made us equal, didn't I?

And even after I made us equal,

this jellyfish wouldn't do nothin'
'ceptin' call me his brother.

Well, you stay away
from my girl,

or I'll break off
our kinship, brother.

All right, get back to your
wagons, folks. Come on.

All of you get back.
No more fuss.

Why did thee let him
make a fool of thee?

Why didn't thee
break him in half?

Thee could have made
two of him without trying.

I don't want to make
two of him, Benjy.

I found one of him quite enough.

Thee's the bravest man in
the whole... Shh, shh! Quiet.

Matthew, what was all
this row about, now?

Nothing to trouble thyself
over, Major Adams.

Jed Otis felt
I'd done him a wrong.

I heard him tell you to
stay away from his girl.

In the first place, I didn't
know she was his girl.

And second, I didn't think
you'd be interested in her.

He ain't.

She ain't interested
in him neither,

'cept to add him
to her collection.

She's a man-eater.

Runs after a fella
till she's caught him

and then picks his heart clean
and chucks him away.

Thee is talking of
thy own grand-daughter.

That's why I know her
better than you do.

Look at her.

She's got him.

Oh, she's getting
ready to jilt him.

Ah! When's McCullough
coming with the mail?

He's got to bring it from
a little town called Antioch

about 20 miles west
of here, Grandma.

He ought to be here by sundown.

Then you and me'll have a little
reading session tonight, Benjy, huh?

If thee wishes, Rebecca.

There ought to be a Sentinel
tonight. I missed it last mail.

Beautiful as a peacock

and hard as the north wind.

You're gonna have a
peck of trouble with that girl.

I can feel it in my bones.

Matthew, uh,

that Jed Otis has done
nothing but give me trouble

ever since he joined this train.

You just say the word, I'll give him his
money back and send him on his way.

No, that's not fair. Anyway,

my brother and I
are leaving the train.

No, Matthew.

Thee heard me promise
Rebecca Pruitt I'd read for her...

We'll go when we reach
this town of Antioch.

It's been a great pleasure to
be with the train, Major Adams.

But you're still
running away, huh?

What are you running
away from, Matthew?

Jed Otis or Marion?

Say rather... from myself.

What does that mean, he's
running away from himself?

I don't know, Bill.

He's a strange man. He's been
holding something pent up inside of him

ever since he joined up with us.

It's that girl,
that's what it is.

She's no good,
just like her granny said.

Why, she's been making sheep's
eyes at every man on the train.

Even me.

Oh, Charlie, she's
not that desperate.

I got work to do.

Wipe thy grim look
off thy face, Benjy.

Thee looks much
handsomer smiling.

Matthew, why doesn't
thee tell them

what really happened
at Antietam?

How thee lost thy arm.
Tell them everything.

Everything?

Should I tell them that I
have a temper like a fiend?

When it comes over me,
I lose control,

go berserk, do mad,
murderous things?

Is that what you want me
to tell them? No, not that.

Only enough to know
that thee's a brave man.

Not a coward, as they think.

In this one thing,
I am a coward.

Jed Otis thinks
I'm afraid of his fists.

He's not through with
me yet. He'll try again.

I'll take about
as much as I can stand.

Then I'll run amok again.

That's why we must
leave this train.

Matthew, they forgave thee

for what happened at Antietam.

So they did.

And one day, maybe God in
His mercy will forgive me too.

Then we'll quit running.

Help! Mister!

Please help!

Mrs. Christie.

Miller.

Lewis.

And Kelly.

You've got no more Sentinels?

No, that's all there is. I only
got two. There should be four.

Maybe there'll be more
next time. Oh, always late.

Benjy. Benjy,
the papers has come.

Well, my freckle-faced friend,

what do you got laid
out for us for tomorrow?

I don't want any of that
stuff. Give me some coffee.

Due west. Got a detour
around a high mesa

about eight miles out,
and that's about all.

Hey, isn't this the same
route we took last year?

Mm-hmm. Hey, that's
pretty good rememberin'

for a fella that's
gettin' on in years.

That's pretty good forgettin'
for a young buck like you too.

As I recall,
there was a little canyon

just beyond that mesa
you're talking about.

Saved us two days'
traveling time, didn't it?

That's right.
Pretty narrow, though.

Some places you'd just be
able to get your wagons through.

And there's one place
where it begins to coil around

and kind of reminds you of a
rattlesnake that's getting ready to strike.

You trying to scare me,
Flint, old boy?

Why, Major, I'd as soon
try and scare a tornado.

I seem to remember a little stream of
water going through that canyon too, huh?

Yeah, there's a spring
in the canyon, a little one,

but if you go up on the high mesa,
there's all kinds of fresh water.

It's only a day out.

We got plenty of water
to get through there.

You, uh, kind of forgot about
that canyon, didn't you, boy?

No, I didn't forget
about that canyon.

I just didn't think you'd
want to chance it, that's all.

Probably just thought I was getting a
little timid in my doddering old age, huh?

Look, if you'd just let me get my
foot out of my mouth. Thanks, Charlie.

Oh, by the way, if you decide
to fire me during the night,

would you kindly not inform
me until morning, because I don't

want to be disturbed.

I'll wake you up real soft-like
with a bucket of cold water.

Kind of slipped up on his
scouting this trip, didn't he?

Oh, he didn't either. Just trying
to keep us out of trouble, that's all.

Benjy, get close to the fire
so we can see good.

Leave out all that fiddle-faddle
about politics and such

and get to the interesting
part... the death notices.

It's on the back page.
Always on the back page.

Oh, wait a minute!
Whoa, boy, wait a minute.

Almost forgot.

Since thee can't read, Rebecca,

why does thee always
put on my spectacles?

Oh, I guess it takes the sting

out of my being so ignorant.

Go on, now.

Sedalia's thy hometown,
isn't it? Uh-huh.

Carter, Samuel.

Beloved husband of Margaret.

Samuel Carter gone.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I always knew I'd outlast him.

Why, he can't have
been more than 70.

A man in the prime of life.

How old is thee, Rebecca?

A woman getting on for 90
doesn't tell her age.

Oh, Marion's in a fret
about you and Matthew

leaving the wagon
tomorrow. How did she know?

I told her. How did thee
know we were going?

Oh, things get to me, Benjy.

Truth is, I snooped.

A body's got to know what's going on in
the world or she might as well be dead.

Now, go on, go on.

Who else has departed this
world of struggle and sorrow?

Cleveland, Jesse.

Departed this veil of tears

while he was running
for office at alderman.

Cleveland couldn't
run for anything.

He was always that full of liquor
he would've had to stagger for office.

He was 10 years younger than me.

I always warned him... spirits
don't preserve everything.

Thee mustn't believe
Matthew's afraid of Jed Otis.

Such a thing never
entered my mind.

I watched him fighting.

Ah, what Matthew's afeard of
is his own heart.

Carries a secret about
with him, I wouldn't wonder.

And that can be bad.

A secret held too long

can fester till it drives
a man plumb out of his mind.

Hmm.

Got a real wild temper,
hasn't he?

How does thee know
all this, Rebecca?

Well, I never learned
to read writin',

so maybe the Lord
gave me the gift

to read the human heart.

Couple of months ago,
it was very hot one night.

I couldn't sleep, so I
wandered about to cool off.

As I was passing your wagon,

I heard Matthew
let out an awful cry.

Oh, it was like a...
a man in torture.

Then I heard him say,
"There's blood on me hands

Me hands is covered in blood."

I peeked in the wagon, and...

there you were, comforting
him and crooning to him

like he was a baby.

Ah, it was his conscience
clawin' at him in his sleep.

That's what made him cry out.

He was remembering something
awful he did once.

That's his secret.

He killed a man, didn't he?

Rebecca, thee mustn't ever
let on that thee knows.

And to a Quaker,
that's a worse sin

than it would be
to any other man.

Oh, don't worry, Benjy.

I don't know nothin'.

'Ceptin' that your brother
Matthew once had a bad dream.

Come on, now.

Who else has the grim reaper
been mowin' down in Sedalia?

Smith, Charles.

Good riddance to that one.

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Come on, close
it up, close it up.

Ho!

Well,

there it is.

You might have to pull your
belly in a couple of miles up

to get through, but it's
the route you wanted.

You need me anymore?

No, I won't need you anymore, till
we get through the canyon anyhow.

Sounds like you got
something else figured out to do.

What is it?
A blonde or a brunette?

Major, you know I never
mix business with pleasure.

When you get through the
canyon, you turn north five miles.

I'll meet you in Antioch,
all right? All right.

The lights were kind of low, but
it seems to me she had red hair.

Dark red, about the color
of mud! Get out of here!

Figure we'll make it through
by dark? Oh, I think so, Bill.

It's only about 10 miles,
including the twists and turns.

You go back and check
on the wagons.

Make sure everything's
tied tight on the side. Right.

Matthew?

I want to talk to you.

Be back in a minute, Granny.

What's this about
you leaving us?

There's nothing that
calls us to California.

We have no friends or kin there.

You're going because of
what happened yesterday.

That is the reason, isn't it?

That has some bearing on it.

Well, it shouldn't have.

I'm not Jed Otis's girl,

in spite of what he said.

I may have flirted
with him a little,

But I like you just as much
as I like him. More, maybe.

Benjamin and I think
very highly of thee, Marian.

Well, that's just peachy.

Benjamin too, huh?

Is Jed Otis scaring you away?

No.

Are you afraid of me?

Why, Marian,
if thou art an ogre,

thou art a beautiful one.

Well, then, why leave?

I just said that I liked you.

That's why.

You say that I'm beautiful
and then you run away.

I never met a man
like you before.

I'm exactly like
any other man, Marian.

But I just can't
stand to see a girl...

I told you to leave her alone! How
many times do I have to warn you?

If you had guts enough to put
up that one good arm of yours

instead of hiding behind
that holier-than-thou hogwash,

I'd push your face in so far you'd
have to back up a mile to blow your nose!

Now, you listen to this.
Stop bothering her!

Or I won't let that
stand in my way!

Well, don't let it stand
in thy way, Jed Otis.

Just consider how
I've wronged thee.

No, Matthew, no!

Whoa! Help!

Granny! She'll be hurt!

Thee almost did it
again, Matthew.

Help! You're all
right, Mrs. Pruitt.

I've got you. Oh, my goodness!

I might've been kilt,
for all she cares.

Oh, now, Mrs. Pruitt,
you just hush up.

You're all right now.
No harm done.

"No harm done"? I was
scared out of ten years' growth,

and I haven't got that long.

Well, if you'd just held still,
Granny, and not tried to drive.

When I'm in the
driver's seat, I drive.

Oh, you start after Matthew,

you end up with that.

It's a nice come-down, eh?

Come on, boys. Let's
get to work on this thing.

Come on, get down
in there, Bill.

Bring those poles in there.

Come in on that wheel
so you can grab up.

Get down there and put
some rocks under those wheels.

Get that barrel off of there.

The rest of you unload this
wagon. Both hands. Come on.

Hold it.

Remember, we still have some
unfinished business to take care of.

I will not fight thee, Jed Otis.

God willing, I shall never
fight another man again.

"Again"? When did you
ever fight anyone?

At Harvard College, he was
boxing champion for two years!

Benjamin. A great wrestler too.

We have many trophies.
Benjamin, I said enough.

He's nothing but
blubber and bluster.

Even now he can
lick thee with one blow.

I will not offend thee,
Jed Otis.

There's no reason
for us to quarrel.

And I'll never bother
Marian again.

Thee didn't have to
knuckle down to him.

I know we're Quakers,

and so we turn the other cheek.

But thee might have
given him just one

good poke in the nose
and then apologize.

It wouldn't have settled
anything, Benjamin.

Anyway, in another couple of hours,
we'll be at the other end of the valley

and away from the train.

Wagons, ho!

Hello there, wagons!

Anyone here?

Wait a minute.

Thank heaven you've come.

We'd about given up hope
of anyone coming this way.

What's the matter, miss?

Don't come any closer.

We're in terrible trouble.
We need help desperately.

But you may not want to help us.

If you're in trouble, of
course we're gonna help you.

We have sickness here.

A very bad sickness.
We have cholera.

What kind of cholera is it?

The kind that sickens and kills.
Is there any other kind? Yes.

There's one that's
not quite so deadly.

If it's the Asiatic kind,
there's nothing we can do.

But if it's cholera nostra,
sometimes called

summer cholera, which
flourishes in heat like this,

there might be some hope.

How come you know
all about this?

I studied medicine for two
years. I'm going over to try to help.

Wait a minute. You know
you're taking an awful chance.

Major, all life is a chance.

I would like to see the sick.

My name is Matthew
Lowry. I'm Deborah Parkman.

My father's the wagon master...

Or was, until he got sick.

I suppose I'm in charge now,

if you can call waiting for
people to die "in charge."

Where do you want to start?

Let's start with thy father.
Wilst thou lead the way, please?

You're a Quaker?

Yes.

If you've come here to pray
for us, you may as well go back.

We've tried that.

Everything in its place,
Deborah Parkman.

First we'll tend to the sick.

Then if need be,

we'll pray.

What's he doing over there?

He's making a call.

A social visit, you knot head!

He's doing something that none
of the rest of us had guts to do...

He's helping those people.

59, 60 seconds.

I'd like to take thy temperature
too, Noah Parkman.

I have a medical thermometer
and instruments in my wagon.

I'll fetch them when I go back.

This canyon is no place
for folks with cholera.

The humid heat prolongs
and intensifies it.

Could not the wagons have been
moved to a higher and more open place?

There's a rock fall half a mile
ahead at the narrowest spot

blocking the trail completely.

Hmm.

All right. Wilst thou
lead me to the others?

I'll go back to my wagon
and get my medicine case.

You're not coming
back here, Lowry!

You're not bringing cholera
germs into this wagon train!

Just a minute, Otis. I'm
wagon master of this outfit.

You were. I'm taking over.

He went to that sick camp!
He's not coming back here!

Why, you yellow-bellied...
Disarm him!

And Hawks and Wooster!
Tie 'em up!

Put 'em in the supply
wagon and tie 'em up!

Move! I'll bury
you for this, Otis.

I'll stay on this side,
Jed Otis,

but there are some things
I need from my wagon.

Matthew, they said thee had gone
over to where there was cholera.

Benjy, stay right there.

I want you to go back to my
wagon and get my medicine case.

Why is thee standing
off there alone?

Benjy, quickly.

How soon can we get through?

Not soon.

All but one are desperately ill.
They can't move their wagons.

Anyway, there's no room in this
canyon for the train to get through.

You know about cholera?
You've seen it before?

Yes, I've seen it...

At Shiloh, Missionary Ridge,
Bull Run, Antietam.

There he goes again,
talking about battles he fought.

Yes, I fought, Jed Otis.

Deadlier battles
than those of guns.

The warfare in the hospitals...

Unending battles
against bullet wounds,

against men dying.

And in the main,

against the very disease
that stops thee now.

Those are the battles
that I've fought.

Well, if them battles
are so tough,

we don't want 'em over here.

Hold it, kid!

You go over there, you can't
come back. Stay right there.

Put the case in the middle
and I'll pick it up.

I'm coming over.

I belong where thee is.

Not this time, Benjy.

When the sickness lets up.

When our parents died, thee
said thee'd never leave me.

Thee's breaking thy word.

Still even worse than that,

thee's making me cry
in front of people.

Wipe thy nose and come over.

I'm coming too. No,
Rebecca, not thee.

And why not me?

Cholera is not something
to be taken lightly.

Ain't figure on taking it lightly.
Ain't figuring on taking it at all.

Now, you listen to me.

I've been through three husbands

and brung up 11 children.

I'm reaching 90.

I may be past it,
but I'm not telling.

Ah, it takes a lot of effort
to get that far.

And I've had my grand-daughter
on me hands ever since me son died,

and she ain't broke my spirit.

I ain't gonna be broken
by a little bit of cholera.

Now, come on. What
is there to be done?

A great deal.

Thank you.

No great change in anyone.

The heat is draining them
of their strength.

This is almost the last
of the water, Matthew.

If the water hole runs dry, I
don't know what we're gonna do.

Deborah, look
on top of that cliff.

Up there there's
always a breeze.

If we could get them up there,
they'd regain their health in no time.

Can't we?

How would we move them?

Who would move them?
Rebecca? Thee?

Benjamin? I?

There's no trail to take
the wagons up either.

Why don't you pray for the
wagons to be given wings?

Winged wagons. That's
very poetic. I like that.

Thee has a streak of poetry
in thee, Deborah.

Poetry will not cure
sick people.

I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

Look at the night bird
spreading its wings to the moon.

Wings.

They say faith
can move mountains.

Why not wagons?

Well, why not? What
are you talking about?

A rope is a wing, if need be.

So is a pulley and a
hoist. It could work.

And the idea came from thee.

As have many other things
to heal and comfort me.

Deborah, I have not felt

such peace of mind
in many years.

Matthew.

I've seen her before, often,

looking across at us.

Who is she?

It's Rebecca's grand-daughter.

She's probably concerned
about her grandmother's welfare.

She could call across and ask.

She's never here
when Rebecca is.

I don't know what she wants.

You, uh...

You had some plan, Matthew.

Yes.

Yes. Has thee a
knife? A sharp one?

Yes. May I have it, please?

What do you want it for?

I'll need it to do
as thee suggested...

Put wings on wagons.

- Don't you do that, Jed!
- Don't you ever grab me again!

Why have you been avoiding me?

I had things to do. What things?

Staring for hours across
to that sick camp?

I've seen you, standing,

staring like a sick calf.

Are you still pining over that
one-armed holier-than-thou-er?

It's none of your business.

You led me to believe
you cared for me.

So anything you do
is my business.

You get one thing into that
empty little head of yours...

Anybody goes across
to that cholera camp

and tries to come
back here, I shoot!

Can I talk to you a minute,
Jed? Be right with you.

Anybody at all.

Talk to me about what?

About us. What plans
you got for this train?

Get out of here as soon as
we can move. When'll that be?

As soon as they
move their wagons,

or as soon as they die off and
we can plow right through 'em.

That's not good enough,
Jed Otis.

In the meantime, you're doling
out our water. It's almost gone.

Food ain't holdin' out
too good either.

Uh-uh.

You got to give us a
quicker plan than just waitin'.

Then we get tough
with them, sick and all.

Give 'em till tomorrow to get
their wagons out of the way.

And if they won't or can't?

Then we burn 'em out.

Fire oughta get 'em to move.

Isn't thee finished
with the boiling yet?

They all ask for water.

I think it's ready. Help
me take it off the fire.

We'd better put it
over here to cool.

Matthew says that if the heat
would let up, they'd get well.

Rebecca says so too. She's
seen it happen, she says.

What's... What's Rebecca's
grand-daughter like?

Marian?

She makes goo-goo eyes
at all the men folk,

and some of them
make goo-goo back.

Does thee remember reading
about the witch Circe?

The one who turned
men into beasts?

By a magic charm.

Well, Marian's
like her, sort of.

She sure made a beast
out of Jed Otis,

though I'm sure he must've
had a good start before that.

She tried it on Matthew too,
but he wouldn't have none of her.

Though I think he must have
affectionate feelings for thee.

I've heard him whisper
thy name in his sleep,

very tenderly.

Bring some water to the
Kelly wagon when it cools.

You shouldn't be here.

Are you afraid I'll charm
him away from you?

Your wagon master said
no one's to cross the line.

So the high and mighty
Matthew Lowry finally found

someone he can
condescend to love.

He's far from high and mighty.
He's humble and modest.

And I'm not good enough for him?

I don't know what you are, and I
don't know what you're doing here.

If you've come to make
trouble, we have enough...

I, uh,

came over to get
a closer look at you

to find out what
Matthew's taste was like.

Now I see.

He likes them haggard
and washed-out looking.

Where is he?

He went across to...

I mean, he... To our side?

Well,

now I can go back and tell
Jed Otis that we have a visitor.

No, don't, please.
They'll kill him over there.

So you do love him.

He has a...

a nobility
I've never seen before.

He's renewed my faith
in human beings

and he's given God back to me.

Thank you for making it
clear to me, Marian.

Yes, I do love him.

You ought to be real proud
of yourself, Blane Gunderson,

keeping us tied up here,

lettin' that maniac
run the outfit.

I hear he's run it
into the ground too, huh?

Yeah, I reckon I am
sort of ashamed, Major,

only... I'm more scared
of getting the cholera

than I am ashamed of
what I'm doing to you.

Matthew! You got
a knife? I have.

Thy help and guidance
are needed, Seth Adams.

Jed Otis threatens to set
fire to the Parkman train.

Water is running low
in both camps.

Halfway beyond the Parkman
train, about half a mile,

one of the canyon walls
has collapsed,

blocking the trail completely.

Now, can the wagons be made

to fly to the top of the cliff?

You mean,

can we lift these wagons
over that cliff?

Why, sure. We did it
the first trip out.

We ran into a landslide
in the Rockies.

We lifted up the whole train.
Come on. We've got work to do.

What about this fella here?

Except for a sore throat,
he'll be fine.

Burnin' 'em out seems
kind of cruel. Lot of sick folk.

You asked me to
make a plan. This is it.

We warn 'em, give 'em
time to get the sick out.

If they don't do it, we...

Wait a minute.

What are you doing
over there, Marian?

I just came over to...

To see your sweetheart who
don't want any part of you?

I told you anyone who
goes over there stays!

No, Jed, I can't stay here.
They don't want me!

I told you I'd shoot anyone
who tries to come back here.

You'd shoot me, Jed?

I'm Marian,

the girl you love!

I'm coming back to you.

I don't want you back.
You made your choice!

Stick to it!

Jed, this is Marion...

He's killed her!

Lord willing,
she'll be all right.

Oh, thank God!

There's the man that you
people picked for a leader...

A mad dog.

What in God's name
has come over you?

You used to be brave people.

You fought off Indian attack
time after time.

You crossed miles and miles

of hot, waterless desert.

And now you come up
against a sickness,

you let this murderous bully
make cowards out of you.

Well, I've got some news
for all of you.

Up ahead there's been
a rockslide.

The whole canyon's caved in.

That's why these people got
stuck here till the cholera hit 'em.

I'm glad this thing has
come to a head finally,

because the only way
you can help yourselves

is to help these sick people.

And if you don't do it,

we'll all of us die
right here in this canyon.

There's no turning back.
You'll starve to death.

Now, tomorrow morning,

we're gonna start lifting these
wagons, every one of 'em,

to the top of these cliffs.

And anybody that doesn't want
to help can stay here till you rot!

Tie that fella up, boys.

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The noise of wings
being built. A happy sound.

How is Marian?

She's all right. Rebecca's
taking care of her.

I'm preparing the sick
for tomorrow's hoist.

In fact, they're so uplifted at
the thought of being lifted up.

That's not a very
good joke, is it?

Medium. Didst thee
think it up, Benjamin?

I'm afraid so.

Anyway, they're all so excited,
they're forgetting their aches.

Which is good news,
isn't it? Couldn't be better.

I thought thee'd be
pleased to hear it.

The Riley baby is
clamoring for more food,

so I'm going now to milk one of
the cows. Does thee know how?

What's to know?

One pulls the under hanging
equipment, and the cow does the rest.

It's really quite simple.

Well, what's
the trouble, Deborah?

Tonight thee should
be very happy.

Benjamin tells me
that you and he

are going to leave us
at some nearby town.

Yes, that's the plan.

But you fought a great battle here
against death, and you've won it.

Why do you want to leave
the scene of your victory now?

Because of another battle
that I've fought and lost.

In the war?

Yes.

You see, I quit college
and joined the medical corps.

Would've been less trying
if I'd have been a soldier.

Certainly less bloody.

Deborah, don't let
anyone ever tell thee

that God created hell...
He didn't.

It was man's own invention.

I know, because I constructed
an annex to hell.

I killed a man.

How?

I have a temper.

Sometimes I become so enraged
I can't control myself.

It happened at Antietam.

All that long and bloody day,
they brought in the wounded.

There was one soldier,
a Johnny Reb.

He'd been lying neglected on
the battlefield from the night before.

They brought him into the
surgeons' tent where I was.

His right leg had gangrened.

It was wounded. It had to come
off. But they wouldn't touch him.

They said that he was the enemy.
Union soldiers first.

He would have to wait.

"The enemy."

Since when do dying men
have a nation?

So I operated.

And while I was doing my work,

a big lout,

who called himself a surgeon,
tried to take the scalpel from me.

He was drunk.

As we struggled in that tent,

the dying around us,
my scalpel fell,

and then I hit him in the face

with hatred in my heart,
and he fell on that scalpel.

It pierced his lungs
and he died.

And the Johnny Reb?

That's the irony
of this whole story.

You see, I tried to save a man

who couldn't be saved.

He'd lost too much blood.

I killed one man for a
man who was already dead.

God punished me.

While working on
the gangrened soldier,

I caught his infection.

A week later...

Thee doesn't seem
shocked, Deborah.

Oh, yes, I'm shocked.

I'm shocked at the fact that
I could be in love with a fool.

You tried to save a man's life,

and there was an accident
involving a drunken brute,

and you lost an arm...

because you loved your
fellow man too much.

Oh, and I love thee, Deborah.

Now, Madam Cow,

if thee will be patient,
please, and submit.

Since it's for a good cause,
I'll be happy if thee will help me.

Madam,

thee's not being
very cooperative.

We've done about all
we can do tonight.

We'll start again
in the morning daylight.

How do you sick people
feel about flying?

Happy as larks, Major,
to coin a phrase.

By the way, Benjamin and I
are gonna stay with the train.

Oh, I'm glad.
I'd hate to lose you.

Miss Deborah, I've asked your
father to join us, and he's accepted.

Help, Matthew!

Come here, kid.

Come here.

Help, Matthew!
Let me go! Matthew!

So long, kid.

Hold it, Otis!

Take off that gun belt.

Throw it over here.

You just make one move.
I'd love an excuse to shoot you.

Thee is a poor thing, Jed Otis,

trying to kill a little boy.

I must said
I'd never fight thee,

but now I must destroy thee,
as I would a snake.

You don't have to fight him.
Let me take care of him.

I must.

Now, put up thy hands.

Glad to oblige... brother.

I told you I'd bury you!

Let me give you a hand.

He's no burden. He's my brother.

Look out below, Major!
Here she comes!

All right, Charlie. Rig it the
same way you did last year.

Right, right.

You fellas get her tied off
and get her done.

How are you doing up there?

We're near ready to go, Major.

Tell them fellas to stay
while we give the signal.

All right. Bring that next wagon
down her and get her ready to roll up.

How does one thank thee,
Major Adams?

One waits till the job is done,
Matthew. How's Benjamin?

His head aches,
but he'll be fine.

We're all set!

Get back. There may be
rocks coming down here.

All right, take it away,
Bill! Take it away!

Come on, heave!

About 10 more feet!

Whoa! That's good right
there. Slack off on the block.

Untie that line.

That's the last one, Bill.

Wooster's coming up
with the stock the back way.

Get him his stuff as soon as
he gets here, will you? Right.

Well, sir, we've got
everything but water now.

How about the sick folks?
Are they ready to travel?

Look at them. They're recovering to the
point where they're becoming nuisances.

No reason why we
can't start today. Fine.

Bill, get all the wagons
loaded as soon as you can.

I want to move as soon
as the stock gets here. Yo!

There should be some papers
for thee at the next camp.

I'll read to thee
if thee wishes.

But not the death
notices anymore.

They scare me now.

If Jed Otis had killed
Marian the way he tried to,

I'd have been
all alone in the world.

Well, she's getting
better, thank heaven.

With Matthew about
to marry Deborah,

I'll be sort of alone too.

Will thee be my girl, Rebecca?

Now I'm in me second childhood,

you're getting a bit old for me.

Then I always did like
you older fellas.

I'll have to get back
to our wagon soon.

Father isn't strong enough
to drive for long.

Oh, he's well. They're all well.

And that's a fine thing to know.

Where will thee marry
me, Deborah? In Antioch?

Or must I wait till
we get to California?

Is Antioch closer?

You know something?

Ever since Matthew
and Deborah got together,

Marian's been kinda,
well, so to speak...

You might even say...

Might even say what? What
are you trying to tell me? Go on.

Well, she's been shining
up to me, that's what.

Oh, no! Not that, Charlie!

Why shouldn't she?
I'm a man, ain't I?

Well, I, uh, I always
hope so, Charlie.

I don't know what
else you'd be, except...

maybe a bearded lady.

Say, that's pretty
good. A bearded lady!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

What's good about it?
Nellie, hah!

♪