03x03 - The C.L. Harding Story

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Now. Hold it for you.

Thank you.

Oh, come on. Our.

Let's. Let's not waste all day on this.

Oh, darling child.

This picture
is going to be on the front page.

Now, let us not move until I finish

counting to 33

sweet kind things while we post

more teeth. Here.

Oh, there. That's better.

Oh, dear.

Imagine these people
looking like that, Bill.

I think I'm doing maybe a little bit.

You're not falling again, are you?

No, but I'm. Peter is hearty.

Will you marry me?

Charles, what happens if she says yes?

She won't. Nobody ever has yet.

You know, one of these days
you're going to get caught.

Well,
if I do, I hope she's the one to catch me.

I don't think she'll have time.

You know,
the major's madder than a hornet.

He was expecting a
newspaper man of the male sex

and I tell

you, I never agreed to take along
a newspaper woman.

Is this your signature?

My signature.

And you misrepresented the facts.

You told me you were sending along
a newspaperman.

I beg to differ with you.

I said I was sending a reporter,
and I did.

You said you were sending ACL Hardy.

No, it never occurred to me,
nor would it to anybody else,

that you would send a woman
to do a man's job.

The globe feels tidings, is good,
a reporter's any man on the staff.

And she gets what she goes after.

I don't care what she gets.

She needs somebody to look after her.
She's still a woman.

And therefore, a second class citizen.

Is that what you mean, Major?

Oh, Miss Hardy, listen to me.

There's
nothing personal about this. Oh, no.

Prejudice always claims to be impersonal.

I haven't got a prejudiced bone
in my body.

I mean, I like women.

In their place
and woman's places in the home.

You're going to admit it,
but not. Not. Not.

Let's not lose our temper.

Oh, no, they mother. But never let it be
said that she has a brain.

You just leave my mother out of this.

You're out of the Dark ages, Major.

And don't you talk to me like that.

I can't talk to you at all.

Mr. Ellington, will you please have
my wagon moved out of the line?

I'd rather go with another trip.
Now, wait a minute, Mr..

Sorry it didn't work out.

See, our series would have given you
some nice publicity.

The John Grant train pulls out in
about three weeks, doesn't it?

Junior Grant.

Well, you can't send a woman alone
along with Junior Grant.

Major items.

Why don't you tell Cal that you are sorry?

You got off on the wrong foot? Really?

I tell her I'm sorry.

You, Johnny Grant.

And when I get back.

There ought to be a law against women.

Male intolerance.

Male intolerance.

Back on track.

He. Are you clearing your throat at me?

Major Adams,

Miss Hardy.

I'm sorry, I.

Well, you see, I didn't expect to.

Rather, I did expect.

Well, no.

See, when.

Well,
then what I found out naturally is it?

Well, anybody would be.

Anybody would be. What?

Or can't. Found out.

You know darn
well what I'm trying to tell you.

No, I don't.

How far you've been completely
inarticulate.

I wasn't expecting a woman.

You were rude, disagreeable, intolerant
and completely unpleasant.

Yes, ma'am.

Why shouldn't a newspaperman be a woman?

Because a woman had not a be out in
the world alone, that's why.

And where does she belong?

In cold storage.

Maybe some of them should be. Yes.

Oh, Major Adams, be practical.

A woman requires clothing, food, lodging.

Now, all those things cost money.

And there are only certain ways
a woman can earn money.

I've chosen an honorable profession.

A woman should get married
and let her husband provide for.

Oh, what a splendid, archaic
moth eaten sentiment.

Well, Miss Harding,

the world has been turning
on that sentiment for quite some time.

Maybe you all must see world,
but not mine.

Just what have you got against marriage?
Absolutely nothing.

I just don't believe in marrying
to get bed.

And who's about.

To think marriage
without love is thoroughly dishonest?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Every time I open my mouth,
I seem to stick my golden foot in a pipe.

I'm sorry.

Major.

Why were you looking for me?

Did you come to say goodbye?

Well, no,

but apparently, I've.

I've said it.

What did you want to say?

Hello?

I wanted to ask you to stay with us.

You see?

Well, maybe there are some things
I can learn about women.

Particularly women like you.

Maybe.

You know, we women

have just recently emerged
from the Dark ages, and I'm.

I'm afraid sometimes our sex gets the
better of us in spite of our high ideals.

A good newspaperman
never resigns in a fit of temper.

I can't leave.

Now you're talking to

friends.

Friends,

let alone lay down.

And last came the morning

when the cry wagons
h* rang out like a bugle call.

And we were on our way.

We were 100 prairie schooners
and over twice as many people.

A village on wheels.

A small community headed west.

We traveled
on through days and days of rain

off wheels sunk deep into prairie mud.

The land stretched and utterly
and endlessly on all sides of us.

We began to feel small and insignificant.

The wind set

its might against us and stole whatever
it could ripped from our wagons.

But somehow we moved on day
after day, week after week.

All right, let's try it.

Come, you get.

Come on, Becky.

Come on, get it.

Maybe I better give her a hand.

She's doing. All right.

Can I get. Go?

Hey. Hey.

We'll be in Ash Hollow by tomorrow night.

The Indians in this part of the country
are generally very friendly,

but they've still got a keen eye
for a good horse or a mule.

So I want you to stay close to camp.

If you get out of sight of the way.

You're liable to have a little trouble
finding.

Just bear that in mind.

What if you know folks. I

think.

Oh, my.

He certainly is rugged, isn't he?

Oh, already
You're not falling in love again.

Well, maybe just a teensy weensy bit.

Hero worship.

Guess I've just never outgrown it.

You're entirely too romantic.

Well, it is spring.

I'll take a dose of sulfur and molasses.

Bud, dear. Oh.

Where's Boss?

She said she was going to ride
to the rear of the train.

I think she was going to interview
someone.

She's yours.

And nobody wants.

Your job to be nosy.

She's a newspaper man.

She's going to end up in trouble,
if you take my word for it.

Women can't go around
sticking their noses in everything

without getting into trouble.

She can.

She's very capable.

Oh. Looks like we got a
couple of young bucks for us.

You better go back and see if

we can find out what they want to.

All right.

Sorry.

Oh, all right. Hey,

Wyatt.

That's what they said.

What?

That's what they said.

They want to buy me.

What did you say?

I asked them
how much they were willing to pay.

But that's outrageous.

You can tell me to the Indians.

They offered a darn good price,
and I'm just about to take it.

You disobeyed my orders.

I did not disobey your orders.
And I won't be shot at.

What were you doing up on that hill?

Looking at an Indian burial casket.

Well, you might just have the chance
to look at a lot of them firsthand.

You're responsible for my safety.

Only as long as you obey my orders.

You said not

to ride out of sight of the wagon train,
and I kept the train inside through.

A pair of binoculars.

I'm going to report you to my editor.

You can't intimidate me.
Listen here, lady.

You're heading for home
at the very next stop.

I'm a newspaper man.

It's my job to report news.

Is it your business to create it?

You've jeopardized the lives of everybody
on this wagon train.

What do you think would happen

if those Indians came back
with a bunch of their friends?

Do you think they will?

I don't know.

I haven't before.

I never. Really? Yeah.

There's a lot of things you never realize.

And one thing you better start realizing

is that you're
a woman and a darned attractive one.

And you can't run around

expecting every man to treat
you like just one of the boys.

Answer No,

Major,
I don't think you should talk to her.

You shut up
or I'll sell you to the Indians.

They offered anything for me.

You think she's pretty major?

Yes. No, I don't know.
I never thought about it.

I think she had.

You think everybody's pretty, don't you?

Only women.

She's not a woman. She's a newspaper man.

Yogi, forget this.

But I bet you right up
giving them an article about you tonight.

Well, she better be darn careful
what she writes about me.

I'm still running this outfit.

And don't you forget it. Why won't.

You? Oh, thanks.

I'll let her.

Good evening, Miss Harding.

Good evening.

I just thought I'd drop by,
and you know, those.

Those articles you're writing?

I kind of thought I'd like to see them.

Oh, well, we'll get copies of the
first paper at the next mail station.

Or I'd like to see some of them now.

No, I'm afraid I couldn't
let you do that, Major Adams.

Why not? Are you.

Are you writing something
you think I won't like?

Well,
I don't know whether you like them or not.

Well, apparently you are writing something
you think I won't like.

Let me see what you're writing right now.

No, that's quite impossible.

This is my wagon train.

But it is not your newspaper.

I have every right.

I have every right
to protect the reputation of my train.

Well, since I only report the truth,

the reputation of your train
is entirely in your own hands.

I don't know whether or not
you are familiar

with the traditions of the Fourth Estate.

What estate? The newspaper world.

Perhaps you've never heard of freedom
of the press.

Believe me, it's something
that every newspaperman in the world

will fight to the death
to preserve and defend.

Good night, Major Adams.

Every time.

Very funny.

Right.

We traveled

on deeper and deeper
into the heart of America.

And spring
rolled out her coffin ahead of us.

And the days were golden and bright.

With flowers.

We took music with us.

We took laughter.

We took drama.

The drama of what we had left behind.

And what we hoped was beyond the horizon.

And we also took tears.

The tears were for those whose dreams
suddenly ended in the still quiet earth

far from California.

Death has ridden
beside us every mile of the way.

The silent brave is quiet,
warning of his presence

and perhaps
because of the moment of sorrow,

the moment of joy in Gale
and any moments I have ever seen before.

Major Seth Adams is a man of great moral
strength and purpose.

But like all humans,
he does have his blind spots.

Evening, Miss Harding,

Hawke said.

You want to talk to me?

Oh, yes, I do.

Please sit down, Major Adams.

Is it safe?

Oh, you still haven't forgotten
that mousetrap.

I'm not likely to forget that.

Well, I'm sure you're
the kind of a man who enjoys a joke.

Well, I guess I enjoy it
more when it's on someone else.

I like you for admitting that.

You probably think I'm a terrible tempered
old fossil, don't you?

Well, you.

You do have a temper.

Well, I am an old fossil.

No, no, you're fishing.

Well, I guess maybe I am a tad.

I don't happen to think
you're an old fossil.

Except when you act like fun.

See? You don't mind if I call you silly?

Not at all.

Let's start all over.

Let's bury the hatchet. Agreed.

And not in each other's backs.

Not in each other's backs. Friends.

Friends.

Your eyes are blue.

Hey, you're colorblind. The green.

You want to talk to me?

Hmm? Oh, yes.

I heard that we're having an election
Saturday night.

That's right.

Yes. Judge

Jim Appleton says that he doesn't
want to preside at the wagon

train trials anymore.

Says he's losing too many friends.

Oh, Seth, if you only knew

what a great opportunity
you have right now.

Oh, I don't run for office.

Oh, but I'm talking about something
much bigger than running for office.

I'm talking about a man
who steps out of a bolt

of lightning and flings
a principle into the skies.

What principle?

Your name will be on the front page
of every newspaper in the country.

Seth Adams gives women the vote.

Doesn't that have a glorious ring to it?

Seth Adams gives women the vote.

Somebody will hear you.

Well,
let them hear that. The whole world. Here.

I'll sit down.

Will you please?
Please sit down. Come on, Let's.

Let's look at this thing
calmly and rationally, will you?

Well, of course. It's
the only way. We won't lose our tempers.

We will not get personal.

No, no. Completely impersonal.

And the world is the way it is.

And you are not going to change it.

Why not?

The world is changing all the time.

Our forefathers brought a whole new
concept of government to this country.

Now, you've read the Constitution.

You bet your books.

I've read the Constitution,

and you can show me one place in it
where it gives women the right to vote.

They couldn't think of everything.

I'm sure that when you think this over

that you'll agree with me
that you're being completely unreasonable.

Unreasonable?

I've got marvelous self-confidence.

What?

What monstrous ego.

We said we wouldn't get personal.

Well,
that's a completely impersonal opinion.

Voting is a man's job.

Who says so?

Everybody.

Everybody says so.

Well, half of everybody are women.

You can't confine democracy just to men.

I can't on this wagon train.

Oh, and I thought you were a giant. Why?

You're nothing but a but a m*dget.

Whether you like it or not.

This is a man's world.

But women populated not alone.
They don't all.

Try populating it alone
and see how far you get.

Oh, why can't women
just be happy being women?

We feed you, we grow you, we, we.

We devote all our life for you.

We cook for you, we men for you.

And what do we get in return?

We are menial, personal chore
women, housekeepers without wages.

You never kept us in your whole life.
Don't you get personal?

That is a strictly impersonal opinion.

You are a dunderheads, I tell you,
the hand that rocks the cradle rules

the world. You're a radical.

You are so conservative, you are obsolete.

All right, all right.

Where are you going? My wagon.

See how this is your wagon? Right here.

Well, I need to get away from my property.

We promise we bury the hatchet. So.

Don't you call me C.l.

Now you're talking like a woman.

I am a woman.

You certainly are called and.

Oh, I hate wagons.

I wish I had a dog so I could slap it.

You know that old saying wolves have ears?

Well, wagon.

All right, so you heard my.

He is compelling when he gets angry.

You can't stand that man.

Well,
that must make it even more exciting.

Why don't you let me mix
you a dose of sulfur

and molasses,

and then.

You do the coffee.

I threw it out.

It's just fine.

Better.

Why are you always arguing
with Miss Hardy?

Well, I guess it's
just because she's a woman and I'm a man.

I don't know.
Can you think of a better arrangement?

How did you know we were arguing?

Well, you weren't exactly whispering,
you know.

Why don't you let her vote, Major?
She's still pretty.

Why don't you mind your own business?

Because you're just more interesting.

That's why you
go to places where I turn in

my eyes.

Saturday night is election night.

We've got two candidates
for the office of Judge

Jed Pauley here.

What's left?

And the other is Franco.

You know

of any of the rest of you?

Men think
you'd like to run for this office?

The judge Talk to me after this meeting

Saturday, we've crossed over
into the territory of Wyoming.

We're going to hold up at Miller Springs
for a little rest,

and we'll have the election Saturday
night.

And afterwards
we're going to have a little party by me.

All I'm in for a break up is a few things
that are very important.

I want to talk to you about tomorrow's
rout.

That's right.

What's going on with them women?

Oh, my wife.

Says the women are having
a meeting of their own.

Nobody said anything to me
about a gal during a meeting.

This is America, the land of the free.

And the women of America are in bondage.

We've got to stand up and fight.

Ladies, this is w*r.

May I have your attention, please?

For women. Oh, attention.

Oh, we've got a lot of important things
to discuss.

They're making so much noise,
they're going to scare all the staff.

What do you suppose
they're doing over there?

Oh, it's just woman talk.

It's got nothing to do with us. Now

we'll do.

Battle right here in the wilderness.

We'll show them when I trust in Spineless
from now on, it's the iron hand

in the velvet glove.

Labor Day or death

China. Damn.

Must we really go that far?

We won't have to.

We can bring them to their knees without
firing a shot if we all stand together.

Well, how are we going to do it?

Strike, ladies, Strike from now on.

No cooking, no mending, no washing.

And above all, no affection.

But I've only been married a month.

Good.
Then you should be able to do wonders.

My husband can boil water
without burning it.

Then we're all agreed.

We strike until we get our vote. Great.

What?

What are you doing here?
I want to join the movement.

But you're a man.
I am not. I'm a turncoat.

Don't let him in. He's a spy. No, I'm not.

I'll take the pledge.

Well, welcome to the ranks.

It's a pleasure to meet a man who doesn't
insist that this is a man's world.

I'm for a man's world. Right.

But with women in it,

for the ladies.

Tomorrow with you,

Roger Cook, Come my supper
because there's a strike on.

That's why.

And you're not going to make
a strike breaker out of me.

A strike, huh?

Well, what are you striking for?

Women's rights.

Women's rights?

How can you possibly be
for this idiotic idea?

Because I'm a fair minded man.

That's why I am for the underdog.

Underdog? My foot. You're still a man.

Listen, Major,

I know what it is to cook over a hot
stove all day and not be appreciated.

I also know what it is to watch.

A man has grabbed my fingers. A bone.

Do I never saw fatter,
better fed fingers in my life?

All right, all right. Keep it up.

Bite the hand up.

Well, you're biting the hand
that pays you, are you?

Get over there and cook my supper.
By golly, I'll pay you.

Listen, May, you can't fire me.
I've got strength.

Every woman in the world behind me.

Women, huh?

Well, we'll see about that.

Okay.

Hey, this was pretty good.

It was very little taste. Could you.

I wish I could, Mr.

Adams, but we're not allowed to feed you.

Yes, Major Adams.

Oh, Miss Hardy,

I don't know what you've done to Wooster,
but you've turned him against me.

Well, if you haven't made him happy,
you can hardly blame me.

He always thought he was happy
to limit you.

You've ruined a darn good cook.

Did you ever once
tell him that he was a good cook?

Wooster gets paid in gold,
not compliments.

Sometimes compliments
are even more important than gold.

Miss Harding, I don't know what it was
you said to Wooster,

but you'd better unsay it,
because I am hungry.

I want my supper.
And it's his job to get it.

Mr. Wooster is a high minded man
who believes in justice.

He has voluntarily placed his job
on the altar of women's suffrage.

If you had the same high
minded principles, you'd push his job

right back in his face.

Well,
you haven't got a legal leg to stand on.

I refer you to the Constitution.

I refer you to the Bill of Rights.

And I refer you right back to it.
You're not even in it.

We will be.

You won't be.
Not on this issue. You won't.

I wouldn't be too sure.

No matter what you say
or no matter what you do.

We'll see.

You've ruined my disposition,
my digestion. You.

I was a happy man.

And you came on this train hard.

But I don't know what
I am. Well, then, that I spoke

with him.

You're darn tootin.

We'll see. You.

I can't.

Your eyes, boy.

What are the five checks out?

Straight

talk to the squad right now.

When?

In the course of human events,
it becomes necessary for one people

to dissolve the political bonds
which have connected them with another.

And to assume among the powers of
the earth the separate and equal station

to which the laws of nature
and of nature's God entitle them.

We hold these truths to be self-evident,

that all men are created equal.

Governments are instituted
among men, deriving

their just powers
from the consent of the governed.

That whenever any form of government
becomes destructive of these ends,

it is the right of the people to alter
or to abolish it.

Women can declare.

w*r. It plainly states right here
in the Constitution

that only Congress
shall have the power to declare w*r.

The right of the citizens of the
United States to vote shall not be denied

or abridged on account of race, color,
or previous condition of servitude.

With a firm reliance
in the protection of divine providence,

we mutually pledge to each other our
lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.

Our great

Sam Coffeyville.

Yeah.

See, I think the better.

Turn the drive down on us up to grade
and put a bell on that old mirror.

All right,

well, who made this?

Well, I made it.

And I know

I brought everything I could find my wife

on, Tony, where anything is wound up in
whatever You found everything.

Oh, sure. Just doing it

right happens in a store.

Look, we ain't no position to be choosy.

I just don't understand
why she's the dutiful time.

She always a better father.

If she always obeyed me.

They all turn on you eventually.

You know what it is?

Basically,
they just don't like us. No, sir.

We'll always like her.

And she kept no secret about it either.

Well, she told everyone all over town.

And why is she letting you go
hungry, Elsa?

She said just a principle thing.

I'll tell you what the principle is.

The principle is they just don't like us.

They hate us because we're superior.

I'm a woman, honey.

You don't need a sign to get telegraph.

Frank, please.

You're not allowed to kiss me. Who says?

Susan B, Anthony,
Amelia Bloomer and Karl Hardy.

Oh, they don't even know me.

Oh, they don't have to.

They know men. Oh, Isabel,
you can have my vote.

No, I have to have my very own.

All right. Where are you going?

We're staging a demonstration.

Oh, Esta bill.

Everybody.

Yeah, the bill And the bill.

Come on, now.

Everybody stand straight.

March in a military style.

That's right. Now.

Oh, right.

Left, right, left, right.

Right,

right

Away.

Standing on I A double and a

red race in Palestine.

How old?

Oh, no matter where I say, Oh,

oh. That rocked the cradle. And

the cradle.

Oh, how about

I? Me.

Oh, oh, Hey, little rain on there.

Yeah.

Oh, and that rock real bad.

That little girl.

Raise your hands.

Some of the horses are stampeding
against the man.

Saddle up. We'll have to go get them.

Thanks. Fox five.

MAN Saddle up.

I'll take you.

Measure your shoulders.

Your side, Brutus.

Oh, I think he's mad.

Right?

She didn't have to say all that.

Anyway, I should have done the same thing.

Major Adams, we've been thinking.

Well,
what harm would it do to let them vote?

I'm want to come out for women's rights.

You're not going to do
anything of the kind.

Oh, yes, he is. We all are.

All right. Britches is torn.

I can't.

So I can't wash an iron.

Well, I can't boil water
without burning a major.

I've only been married a month.

He. Listen to me, boys.

These women have come back and
they've come back on their bended knees.

I'm telling you.

You ever been married, Major?

What's that got to do with it?

Well, the only time a man can handle
women is when he's a bachelor.

No woman is going to dictate to me.

I run this outfit. Don't tell us.

Tell them. Yeah.

Sometimes I think we. Should have taken
that Joe on a grant. Train.

You're right at all.

When are you going to give me a major?

You're big and strong, and they're still
weakened, defenseless, Defenseless.

I ever knew anything more dangerous
out of life than a defenseless woman.

That's the best kind of danger
I ever heard of.

You sound to me
like you're getting lovesick.

I think I see a heart.

Harding's got to wrap
right around his little finger.

Well, I get elevated
just because she's so pretty.

Well, I hope you two will be very happy.

Wait a minute.
She doesn't even know I'm alive.

At least what you say.

She's crazy in love with somebody else.

Of course she is.

What makes you so darn sure of that?

Because I know all the symptoms
I've had of myself a lot of times.

Oh, you have?

Yeah,
but what are those symptoms, Charlie?

Well, the first thing, everything gets off
balance.

Yeah, well, you see someone
then when you do see them,

you say all the wrong things.

You get touchy and irritable, can't sleep,
you lose your taste for food.

One minute you're on top of the world

and the next minute
the world is on top of you.

It's like being drunk and
having a hangover all at the same time.

I'll be doggone.

Who says I?

I'm so sorry.

Sorry for what?

About the stampede.

Oh, no harm done. Oh, no, no.

You look kind of tired.

Well, I haven't been sleeping very well.

Neither have I.

How's your appetite?

Oh, not too good.

I don't know why, but lately
I've been so touchy and jumpy and.

The same thing with me.

I guess it's all the excitement.

Yeah, I suppose so.

What's the news from home?

Well, it's not a very New Zealander.

It's.

It's from Mr. Ellington.

Oh, your editor.

What does he say about your article
in the paper?

Nothing. It's.

It's not that kind of a letter.

Mr. Ellington has asked me to marry him.

Or I suppose for

a woman

like that kind of a man.

It has the kind of a man. She.

She likes her.

I suppose so.

She the kind of a man,
a woman like you would like.

Well, he's.

Well, he's a very brilliant man,
but I don't know.

He just doesn't
seem to have any spirit of adventure.

He's not the kind of a man, for instance,
who could get excited about what?

Over The horizon.

He already knows exactly what's there
because he's looked it up in the library.

You know, I've brought quite a few women
west on these trains,

and I don't think I've ever heard a single
one of them mention

Spirit of Adventure Horizons.

They all wanted a whole house
with a fence around it.

I don't like fences.

I don't either. I couldn't live that.

Of course you couldn't.

And I couldn't either.

I suppose.

He could.

He who?

Mr. Ellington.
We were talking about Ellington.

Oh, yes, we're talking about him.

And I'm sure that he's the kind of a man
that would help women

get the right to vote.

Oh, well, for heaven's
sakes, voting isn't everything.

You know.

Why? See how.

Harding, What about your crusade?

What about women's rights?

Oh, you're stepping into history.

Well, who cares about that?

You know what?

Someone once

the happiest women

are like the happiest nations.

They have no history.

Could you be that kind of a woman

could you give up all these things

you've been fighting for so hard and so

right now.

Today, I.

I almost think I could.

Oh, tiding great tidings here.

Once the embattled women stood up
and fired the shot heard round the world.

Why does she always talking quotations?

Oh, letter.

What are you trying to say?

Where are we camp now? Major Adams.

Miller Springs.

In what territory?

Just across the border into Wyoming.

Oh, glorious day.

Oh, happy. Happy day.

Day of liberation.

Rejoice, rejoice.

I think she's Turner. Barnett.

You're a law abiding citizen.
Our two major items.

You uphold and defend the laws of
the United States and all her territory.

Don't you?

Yes, ma'am. Just as much as I can.

Then history has you by the coat tails.

The territory of Wyoming has just passed.

Women suffrage.

They've got first women ever
to vote in the history of America.

We'll vote tonight on the Seth Adams
wagon train.

Well, you.

You got what you wanted,

aren't you?

Oh. Oh, thanks, Jim.

You make a fine judge to.

Thanks.

I've just finished counting the house
and you are in.

There are 22 more women than men.

Come on, Major.

Eight down to the world.
Oh, there's enough.

Don't be a shorthand.

You can't lick a joint.

Go on back with your suffragettes.

I'm afraid.

Let's have a victory parade for Frank

right after the voting.

You seem to realize we want to.

How we.

While

we did.

Seem.

Oh, what you had is Harding's.

You won the battle.

Yes, but is winning

a battle with losing a w*r?

Well, I don't win.

I'm supposed to laugh or cry.

Guess what? We're making a drink.

A sovereign molasses.

Oh. We started out from Saint

Joe 100 wagons
and over twice as many people.

It was spring then and now.

The rich golden glow of summer
is all about us.

Our wagons are no longer so bright on you.

The trails treacherous and not easily
tamed.

Nature has deadly enemies
to set against us.

Each New
Mile seems to have a new challenge.

And when fire and flood and heat
and drought

have done their worst,
there is still worse to come.

Yet somehow we survived.

And I have started this trip to give you

the chronicle of the journey of a wagon
train.

Find it was easier to describe
at the beginning than it is now.

In the beginning
I was a spectator, but well, now

my heart is linked to my fellow travelers

and the perspective is difficult.

The train is no longer
a row of prairie schooners.

To me.

The train is over


moving slowly
but surely toward the Western Ocean.

The wheels are linking the east and west,

pulling
an untamed continent into a nation. And

tomorrow, my journey ends at Fort Laramie.

And I must say goodbye to many people
I have learned to love.

Parting will not be easy.

Golly.

I sure hate to see you leave, Miss Hardy.

Well, I hate to leave.

I'll tell you something.

I'm never going to forget you.
You are the best friend.

The suffrage I've ever had.

Or any red blooded man.

We've done the same thing.

Thank you, Charlie.

If you ever need a cookie,
just let me know.

All right, Bill.

We got you all packed and ready
for leaving in the morning, ma'am.

Thank you, Bill.

Thank you for everything.
It's been a pleasure.

Good luck. Bye.

It's quite some gal in she.

Don't you talk about her.

Where were you when she needed you?

For the suffragette
Charles, I'm not to suffrage type.

Well, I've got convictions.

Hey, how about a little free hand
due to her on Miss Harding's last night?

That's the same as any other night.

As far as I'm concerned.

I'll get the courage.

Not according to Charlie, it isn't. Oh,

aren't you going to tell Miss Harding
goodbye?

You're going to start telling me
what to do again, Somebody.

I'll tell you what to do.

You can't eat, you can't sleep.

You get in touch and irritable.
You mind your own business.

And the same goes for you.

Never open my mouth. Well,
see that you doubt?

Yes, sir.

When I say touching hurt you. Shut up.

All right.

Be an old maid.

If you want to
mumble, we'll play a little too handed.

I was the one that wanted to play cards.

You're not taking any of our money.

We have every ace in a deck tonight.

You're bound to be lucky at cards.

You're so plain
determined to be unlucky in love.

Oh, I'll

keep.

Our letter.

If you don't stop crying,
you're gonna float this wagon.

I just can't help it.

I can't keep a stiff upper lip

just to wash with misery.

We'll do your crying somewhere else.

You're demoralizing.

He's not even going to come
and say goodbye.

After all, you've been to each other.

He's not going to come and say goodbye
after all this has between you.

Nothing has passed between us all letter.

Nothing at all.

Oh, you had the most magnificent fight.

Yes, I think that's the trouble.

You do care for it.

I know you do.

But if I do, I'll do my only thing

in my own good time.

Here.

Suddenly,

I seem to have an awful lot to say.

It seems like there's no place,

no time to it.

You knew you were leaving today.

Why didn't you come and say goodbye to me?

Why didn't you?

Or I can't run around after you
like a big with a ring in his nose.

Well,
a woman can be chasing around after a man.

Why not?

We're all equal.

Intellectually, yes,
but that doesn't change.

Man's relation to woman.

You still want to whole cake, don't you?

The position of men
and the privileges of women. Now.

Why do we have to waste these moments
quarreling too?

Why not? Consistent
right down to the wire.

You said goodbye to everybody
on this train last night except me.

Well, I was hoping you'd come to me.

I was busy with a train. Well,
I was busy packing.

You make me sick. Oh, darn, man. I can't.

I can't even see straight.

Well, I won't be around
any longer to make you mad.

I suppose you're going to go marry
that fat headed editor of yours.

That is my business.

You're darn right it's your business.

And don't you get any idea that I care
what you do?

Well, don't you get any ideas that I care
whether you care what I do or not?

You're the most infuriating,

maddening, aggravating woman I ever had
the misfortune to run across my life.

Well, you're nothing but a stubborn, bone
headed, educated dunderheads.

You can't talk to me
like I. Can't talk to you at all.

She'll

yell.

What in tarnation, Judy?

Cecilia.

Lucinda.

She looks and

sounds old fashioned.

He's C.S.

Lewis and said.

Why did we have to waste all our time?

Because I'm a boneheaded,

adult headed, stubborn old Thunderhead,
that's why.

Well, it takes one to know one.

Tell me something.

When you feel like you're.

You're drunk, that you've got a hangover
all at the same time.

Yes, exactly.

Says, Sir.

Goodbye.

Good. Why lesson?

Don't you ever dare use that word to me
in six months,

I'll be back in Saint Joe
and you be there.

I mean, please be there.

Yes, sir.

That's better than around.

Much better.

Lagers.

Hey, now.

And so I reached the end of my journey

and the little city on wheels
rode on a wagon.

Train is a dream.

A star caravan winding into the future.

It's hope and fear Sacrifice promises.

It's the past and the future.

It's yesterday.

Struggling towards tomorrow.

It's America on her way west.

And I know someday I will follow.

For I glimpsed a dream of my own

beyond the horizon of a man
so tall, so brave.

He seemed to fill the universe.