01x27 - The Sarah Drummond Story

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Jen. Dad, you're ready.

They're waiting for me. Well,
let them wait.

Don't go.

I don't like living here.

You know that, sir.

Those Indians have got to be kept
in their place.

And a show of force
is the only thing that'll do that.

Those are world Archer's words, not yours.

Why do you listen to him
and his prejudice?

Because he's right.

Jeff Commonwealth.

I'll be back before morning.

Oh, sure.

There are a lot of little red major.

Well, I wouldn't hurt you nondescript with
a line or two yourself once in a while.

Except I don't know
anybody and want to hear from you.

I always pay my respects in person.

But don't you waste any time paying your
respect to the amendments, Little women.

You just get that mail in there
and get yourself back here.

You understand that you can get along
without me for a couple of days.

We'll try real hard. Okay.

Take care with that.

Hey, don't forget my g*n drops.

Why, yes. Oh,

hello.

Hello.

That's far enough.

It's pretty.

Well, I'm just looking for some shelter.
Who are you?

Name's Clint
McCullough. Right. Scalp the wagon.

What wagon? Train.

When I caught up with a couple of hours
of this time and broken

took my mail to Evansville,
I was on my way back.

We don't want strangers around here.

That's kind of what I.

But a man's got no car to stay with.

No one at. All.

You prove who you are.

Yeah,

And discharge better.

Confederate cavalry, huh?

Yeah.

It's got the wagon trains ever since.

Sorry to be so rough on you, McCullough.

We're being real careful around here.

Ever since we had some trouble
a while back.

I understand.

My name's Jeff Drummond.

But no, Mr.

Drummond,

I don't mean to put you out,
and I'm just looking for a place

to spend the night
out of the rain and bein here to fine.

And put your horse in and stall. I.

Oh, Mr.

Drummond, if it wouldn't be putting you
out and I'd be willing to pay for by deed.

I don't know about that.

I haven't been feeling very good.

And she's kind of skittish
about strangers.

Well, I got some attack in my saddlebags
like my cattle.

I'll probably ride.

In a half.

I'll go on in and see
if she's got any supper leftovers. The.

You go ahead and saddle your horse
before you come in the house.

I'll give you a chance
to let her know it's all right.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

That's your jab.

After it's me.

Found this out for me.

I've told you not to lift anything
heavy just on me.

I'll do it.
How are you? Got your own work to do,

don't you?

That fatback and grits left over?

Yeah, some. Why?

You still hungry? No, not me.

Stranger out in the barn.

Scott with a wagon train.

Seems like a real nice fella.

No need for him to come house to eat,
though.

I can take it out to the barn
if you'd feel better about.

Oh, no, that's all right.

Maybe he's come all the way from back
east for that wagon train.

Might be nice to talk to somebody
like that.

I'm jammed.

You always have to look at the front of me
that way.

I'm sorry, sir.

Maybe I get tired of looking at your back.

Thanks,

Mr. McCullough. That's my wife, Sarah.

Mr. McCullough. How do I do, Mr. Drummond?

Now, I don't mean to put you in
any bother.

Oh, my goodness.
No, it's nobody. We like company.

My husband tells me that you're a scout
with a wagon train.

That's right.

Well, what part of baggage you come from?

All the way from San Joe?

Same Joe. Oh, what you know about that?

I'm from Springfield myself.

Born and raised right there in Missouri.

I never know.

My goodness.

I haven't seen anybody from back East for.

Well,
not since I moved out here five years ago.

If you're going to stand there
and let this man starve to death, sir.

No, I have no business jabbering on
like this.

When you're hungry, you know,
you just sit right down here

and I'll have it ready for you in
just a minute.

Thanks,

Frank McCullough.

No, thanks.

Not just not

the drinking man.

Oh, no, I didn't say that.

Nothing wrong with a little drink.

Helps a man see things

different for a while.

Sometimes.

That ain't a bad idea.

Out here in this country.

Yeah.

I hope it's to your liking.

It's mighty good to me. Thank you.

Say, there wouldn't

be any folks on that wagon
train from Springfield, would they?

Well, I'm not sure,
but I wouldn't be surprised.

We've got people that come

from all over the east
and some we've picked up along the trail.

What kind of people are they?

Well, I know that sounds like
kind of a funny question, but

I think it's always interesting
what makes people come out west.

Well,

we've got all kinds of people
the way you'd find in any town

you'd like to make friends with somewhat.

But they've got one thing in common
the same go on.

To build a new life on a frontier.

As Drummond, I bet we've got

everything from,
well, businessmen to horse thieves.

But mainly they're good people looking for
a piece of ground they can call around.

I want to make this one last big move
so they can settle down once and for all.

And building a life, build
a home, have kids,

build a good life.

Thank you to people. They're no different.

Oh, they're different from us. All right.

Maybe they won't be after
they live here for a while.

Maybe then they'll wish
they hadn't even come at all.

Yeah.

Maybe they never heard how it is to live
with Indians all around here.

Maybe somebody ought to tell them.

Maybe then they'd turn around
and go right back where they came from.

You've been having trouble with it,

huh? Well,

the Indians here are mostly peaceful,

except for one small tribe assumed.

And it was being stirred up by people
who just seem to have a natural hate

for them. Like Walt Archer.

Wasn't the only one to hate him.

It was like.

He's a friend of Jim's.

He's always gotten everybody
all riled up about the Indians.

Otherwise
we wouldn't have any trouble with him

any. So,

Drummond, I can't tell you
how good home cook can taste to a man

who spends two thirds of his life
on a horse.

I'm proud you liked it.

He didn't eat much, though.

Well, I guess I wasn't quite as angry
as I thought it was.

You know, I got something in my saddlebags
that I think a lady from the East

would like to have.

Oh. Oh, now you don't have to do that.

Said it's still raining out.

You stay right there. I won't be a minute,

sir. I'm sorry for what I said.

I don't mean to hurt you,

but the words just slip out
and I can't stop them.

I know.

Maybe if you wouldn't drink so much.

I can't drink enough

gin. Every man's got bitterness in him.

Drinking
doesn't help to hide that bitterness.

It just brings it out in the open
where he can't control it.

Jim, please try to remember

the baby no matter what else it is.

My baby.

Yes, but if it isn't mine,

all the women in the world
won't make it mine.

We are.

Oh, gumdrop.

So my I haven't had any gumdrops since.

I don't know when.

Drummond,
we haven't been in Evansville for so long.

It was an interesting story
about a gumdrops.

I mean, why they're either red or black.

It seems they were invented by a famous
Southern.

I can't remember his name,

but anyway, he had a made up
so he could play checkers with them.

So whenever he won one from his opponent,
he'd toss it up into the air

and then the girls from his hand
would try to catch it.

Their mouths

and liver got the most of
and became his favorite,

and she got to sit by his
side the rest of the day. Oh,

is that really true?

Probably not,
but that's the way the major tells it. Oh,

well,

if you'll excuse me,
I think maybe I'd better get some sleep.

Goodnight, Mr. Drummond.

I miss Mr.

McCullough and hope you have a good rest.

Thanks very much for the gumdrops.

My pleasure.

Tonight.

Tonight?

I wish he hadn't come.

I know he didn't mean anything.

Just talking to an outsider.

He's got everything
all mixed up in my mind.

And I'm glad he came.

I need someone else to talk to once
in a while.

Sad world, Archer.

I'm sorry You.

We don't have any good times anymore.

Well,
I can't let people see you like you are.

Oh. Yeah.

Nothing wrong with a woman having a baby.

They don't know any different.

I know. And that's enough.

You've got to stop tormenting yourself.

The baby's going to

be here soon,
and we got to be ready to accept it.

We love it.

Give it a good home.

I can't ever accept it. Sarah Jane.

I mean it

just never look at it this way.

This fellow McCullough coming here
with his wagon train ought to make

you realize that more folks are moving
west all the time.

Before long,
this valley will be full of people.

It'll grow and it'll prosper.

And there'll be new towns.

Just what we always look forward to.

But it won't do us any good. Now.

You'll still be sitting here alone.

Nobody having nothing
to do with drunkenness

because they're raising a half breed.

Oh, no, Jeff, It won't be like that.

They won't do that to us.

Now, what about your friend
Ethel, aren't you?

She won't have anything to do with you.

Won't won't let her when he finds out.
World Archer.

If it hadn't been for World Archer, this
wouldn't have happened in the first place.

And dragged
out in the middle of the night.

You'd have been home with me
where you belong to

him and his vicious intolerance.

And for no reason to be just hate.

I'm learning to hate, too, Sarah.

And you might as well know this now.

I won't have anything in my house
that I hate.

What are you saying?

I think you know what I'm saying. Sarah.

As soon as you have that baby,

we've taken it to the reservation
where it belongs.

Oh, I swear.

I don't mean we'd just abandon it.

We'd see that it had a good home.

Redhawks squaw would take it.

You know the.

Baby. It'd be better off, too.

Don't you see?

You've got to promise me, Sarah.

An Indian baby belongs with Indians.

Not here. Yeah.

We don't know that
it's going to be an Indian baby.

You don't know that for sure.

It might be yours.

Then why didn't we ever have one before?

Five years.

I can't

live in the same house with him
and I won't.

Ask and needed to.

I guess I am Sarah.

You're my husband.

I can't choose against you.

You don't make me do that.

Sarah.

How are you going to explain to people
why you bought an Indian baby?

When you're married to a white man?

You say you already love the baby.

How are you going to explain
such a thing to that child?

How are you going to explain why
no other kids are allowed to play with it?

What kind of a life could it have?

You know how it is for a half breed.

But Sarah,

if it's raised
from the beginning as an Indian,

and that's a different matter.

Oh. And

promise me, Sarah,

it's the only answer.

Please promise me.

I promise.

Mr. McCullough.

Mr. McCullough.

This is Drummond.

Good morning.

I thought you'd probably like
to get an early start,

so I got up ahead of time,
fixed your hot breakfast.

Oh, that's very thoughtful of you.

Sure.

Make the ride ahead of me
a lot more pleasant.

Oh, Last night I told your husband
I'd like to pay for my boy.

It'd make me very happy. He'd take it.

Oh, no.

Don't you mind about that now?

We've plenty, and we're glad to share it.

Well, at least let me milk the cow.

You shouldn't be doing things like that
anyway.

All that sounds like Jim.

He won't let me do any work anymore, but.

Well, I kind of like milk.

And besides, a woman in a condition
needs a little exercise.

Whereas Mr. Drummond. Oh, he's sleeping

Well, I know you.

Would you breakfast for it gets cold.

Mrs. Drummond,

I know you brought my breakfast
out of the barn

because last night I was sort of
in the way of a family problem.

I could feel it.

I don't mean to pry, but.

Well,
if there's something wrong, you and Mr.

Drummond have been very nice to me.

And if there's anything I could do to
help, I'd be very happy to.

Know you're a kind man, Mr. McCullough.

I could see that right off.

If there was anything you could do,

believe me, I'd have asked you.

All right.

I thank you. Anyway.

You're going to have your breakfast.

Mrs. Drummond,

do understand
you've been out of by the end,

Mrs. Drummond. Oh,

the stomach from.

I think I need your help
anyway to get back in the house.

It started. Sarah.

Sir, are you in the barn?

We're in here. Drummond.

Sarah, is it. You?

It's time. I'll take her.

Is there anything I can do to help?
No, nothing.

I think it best ride on now.

Well, bossy

against you now. Can

you have it?

It'll be a while yet.

You'll have time to go fetch Ethel.

I'm going to fetch Ethel.

She have.

I need her.

She's had an experience.

I've been counting on her all along.

I'd be afraid alone.

You won't be alone. I'll be here.

You wouldn't know what to do.

Oh, I know what you're afraid of.

But she's my best friend.

She won't tell anyone.

She tell Walt.

Jeb, I need her.

Try to understand.

It can't be any other way.

Sarah.

I won't let anything happen to you.

No. Morning.

I should be gone by now.

No, I thought maybe
the cow would be forgotten.

What with the excitement.

And also, I can assure you.

You're going to have a lot of riding
to do to catch up with those wagons,

aren't you?

Yeah, but I got a good horse here.

Fact is, Mr.

Drummond, I was thinking you wouldn't

want to be leaving your wife today
with the way things are,

but maybe I could ride out
and get some help.

You know, you couldn't.

But you can get on that horse
and ride out of here, all right?

We don't want no help.

Why not?

That's none of your business.

Maybe it isn't, but I never heard of
anybody refusing at least a midwife.

If there was time to get one.

You're taking an awful lot on yourself,
aren't you, Mr.

Madden?

None in a family
you've got nothing to do with now,

all I'm advising you against it.

I'm not asking your reasons.

All I know is there's a woman
in that house that needs help,

and I can't of wondering why her own
husband don't want her to have any.

You get out of here. Jeb.

Let him do it.

Let him go fetch Ethel.

I'll handle this. Sarah.

Where does she live?

Mrs. Drummond? Don't answer it.

Jeb. I made you a promise
last night against my will.

You've got no right to deny me.

There's one thing

over that hill.

Her name's Ethel Archer.

Oh, my God.

If you come back, I'll k*ll you.

I'm looking for death a lot.

Your mama that bore you,

Mrs. Archer.

Don't do no good to shout, Mr..

She never answers nobody.

Anyway, she had watched me k*ll
my grandpa, and she never said a word.

Since I'm old. Archer,
did I hear you ask for my wife?

Yes, you did. Mrs.

Drummond's about to have a baby.
She needs your help.

Really? Ethel?

Yes, Walt.

Get your things together.
Say the drummer's in labor.

Oh, I'll hurry.

Oh, Daddy, can I see the baby, please?

Not this time, I'm afraid.

Molly, We got to wait
till the baby's old enough for visitors.

Maybe next week. Promise?

All right. I promise.

You take good care of grandma now.

I will. Daddy,
can you give me a hand with the.

Sure. Oh, I'm putting McCullough.

Drummond has put me up last night
out of the rain. Find people of Drummond.

I guess Jeb is about the best friend
I got.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

They come closer together now.

Is Sarah all.

Right? Yeah, but we on time. Hold it.

For something.

I got to say,

I warned McCullough not to go after you.

That didn't do any good.

I'm going to ask you what, as a friend,

to turn around and go back home and do it
without asking any questions.

Sarah had a baby? Not yet.

Then what entire nation
are you talking about?

Walt? Will you go back home?

No, not till I find
out what's going on here.

Then I'll have to insist.

Jacob, what are you doing?

I told you you wouldn't be well, you know.

I know you did.

And I didn't believe you.

Jed. Whatever it is, it's bothering you.

Explain it to us. We're your friend.

You're my friend. You'll do as I ask.

But you don't make any sense.

You know that Sarah needs Ethel.

Why are you standing with a g*n
and telling her she can't go in?

Please, Jeb,
I can make it easier for Sarah.

I haven't got anything to say
in my own house, Madeline.

Strangers or friends
who don't make any difference.

Do I have to do something? I'm
going to regret it.

If you keep.

Ethel from going to Sarah and something
happens, you may regret that even more

than Ethel got us there.

Quick, go back. I'll stay here.

I wish you hadn't done that. Well.

I'm sorry we had to.

I'm sorry to.

Yeah, but whatever it is, it's wrong.

Why don't you tell me about it?

I understand.

I'd be a well understand, Walter,

when you find out
why I wanted to be left alone.

But you more than anyone,
aren't going to like it

any better than I do. Yes.

Ethel, what's taking so long now?

Is everything all right?

Everything's all right. Well.

Well, what is it? A boy or a girl?

It's a boy. Well.

You hear that, Jeb? You got it done.

I always wanted to say, you know,
I never got one.

You're a lucky man.

What, are you gonna let us come in
or aren't you?

You can come in now.

Come on, Jeb.
Let's go see what he looks like.

You might as well go into my color.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Well, now, let Uncle Walt

have a look at the little fellow.

I'm afraid I don't understand it.

It wasn't. Her fault.

She told me all about it.

I think you could recognize
an ending at any age.

Better than anybody.

What is this?

Some kind of a joke? Joke?

I've got a son, Walt.

I'm a very lucky man.

You said so yourself. Well,

I must say, I don't blame you for trying
to keep people away from your shame.

Please, Walter. Sarah's at a bad time.

Think of her.

I am thinking of her,
and I'm wondering about her, too.

Look, think what you want about the baby.

But don't blame Sarah.

Who else would you blame?

Certainly you had nothing to do with it.

Even you had something to do with it.

Walt, One of those nights we went out
to throw a scare into the soup.

That's when it was.

And when a man leaves his wife alone
in this country,

he can't blame her for what happened.

Walt.

It could have been Ethel that night
instead of Sarah.

My wife would have died before

she brought a disgrace
like this on my house.

She would have taken her dishonor
to the grave with her,

which is what Sarah should have done.

Apparently,
she preferred to live a degraded woman

with you in the shadow of her cowardice.

Are you.

Drunk?

I tell you.

You better get out of here.
I like it here.

Come on. Let's get out of this house.

This house? Miranda and Jimbo.

Please let me care for Sarah.
She needs. Me.

Don't touch her.

I guess I ought to thank you
for stopping me.

I k*lled him.

I k*lled him for what he said about you.

Sarah, Don't listen to him, Drummond.

Don't pay any attention to him.

He doesn't know any better.

I've known men like that before.

They're so blinded by hate
that they just stop.

Think how?

Here there are more men like
him that aren't like him.

I'm a weak man, McCullough.

I just can't face up to the power
of people who think like Walt

be called a traitor and an Indian lover.

I'm just not that brave.

I have to go along.

A man can live alone
when there are no other people around.

But when there are,
he has to live with them.

They have to talk to him.

He has to talk to them.

And if they don't talk to him,
then he's better off dead.

And when they want him to hate, he hates.

And when something happens.

Like happened to.

Sarah could make he might easy.

Mr. McCullough,

I think it's plain enough
that we can't live here any longer,

Not with Walt Archer and what he knows.

So we're just going to have to try and put

five years of living, hoping
and sweating into one wagon and move on.

If you could
fix it so we could join the wagon train.

Maybe after we get away from here,

we could forget all about this.

That's the way
you want to solve the problem.

I'm sure it'll be all right
with the magic tab.

Yes, sir.

If we leave here

and won't have to give the baby up.

You promised to.

Move in here. Make move a way.

Makes it different.

It's no different at all.

People are the same all over.

You've got to keep your promise, Sarah.

You have been holding them here

with all this talk

and all the awful things being said

and feel this little body moving
next to me.

Well said that

we're two of a kind.

No me. No better than him.

Him no better than me.

The words I've been here
just seem to make us closer.

Baby.

That's as good
a reason as any why I can't give him.

And I can't keep that promise.

Don't you remember all the things we said
last night?

All the reasons.

The good reasons for giving him away to.

There's a feeling in me now stronger

than any of those reasons.

I don't even remember what they were.

Well, then I'll just have to remember
for both of us

later who I am.

You'll remember.

You'll know we did the right thing.

You have to take him from me.

I won't give it to you.

Please, Sarah,

give him to me.

Don't make me hate myself.

I'll fight you with all my strength. Chip.

I'll fight until I die.

You've got to find another way to.

Stay out of it this time. McCullough.

I made it. Get out of my house.

Please

don't take my baby.

I'm just doing what I have to do.

You know? Please, Mr.

McCullough, make him stop.

You've been a hold up a while
drunk in your file.

This is my house. You get out.
I think that.

Seems to me I'm always apologizing to you
for an affair.

And. But.

But until you can learn to stop accusing
your wife because of what other people

have been saying about it,
you've got to get out of here.

Stay out here and don't come back
until you've found a better way

to handle things.

Cool off, Drummond,
and then do some thinking.

I can't forget this.

McCullough

I'll make you regret it,

but I.

Slept pretty well.

Is he still gone?

Yeah.

I don't exactly know how to say I'm sorry
for pushing a woman's husband

out of his own house,
but it seemed to be the thing to do.

Oh, don't be sorry.

I'm his wife, and I can thank you for it.

Jeb's a good man, but

it just seems that ever since

this thing happened to me,

they seem to prove to him
that everything that world Archer ever

said was really true.

Maybe someday you'll find out.

Everybody isn't like Walt.

He might even find out the twilight years.

Nobody seems to be.

Mrs. Drummond,

I know you're not feeling too well,
but there's something

I'd like to ask you to do.

I You think you can get over

that door and get back in bed by yourself?

Yes, I guess so. Why?

Oh, I want to leave you alone.

But I can't do it unless I know you can
latch that door and get back into bed.

I give it a try.

All right, Mr.

McCullough.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Your husband took my horse.

Is it all right if I borrow your. Sure.

Is it

you? Accident?

Don't worry.

I'll be right back.

It's McCullough.

Jim Drummond.

Been here? No, he hasn't.

I'd like a few words with you, Mr. Archer.

About what?

About a man you call your best friend.

I have nothing to talk about
where the dramas are concerned.

Well, then, let's.

Let's talk about you.

What's on your mind, Michael?

As much as I'm curious,
curious is how a man who obviously has

so much love for his own family could let
another man's family be destroyed.

That's all I meant, your friend.

I have a perfectly good reason
for the way I feel.

Good reasons?

Because a woman gives birth to a baby.

That's quite intense.

Is that a good reason to throw up
your friendship when I need you?

I think you've been making this speech
about hate and Indians alone.

You're afraid to back off.

So you keep pushing people to make them
believe the way you do, no matter what.

It costs them more. You know,
you listen to me.

You just ride through this country.
I live here.

Don't you try to tell me how to feel it.

Thank you.

You know, I've seen narrow minded bigots
like you before, right? Yes.

You're all alike.

It's just one side. A question.

Your side.

I'm just going to tell you this once.

McCullough,
get off my property before I put you off

to m*rder.

If you like the sound of the truck.

Drummond needs a friend.

When I get through with you,
you're going to be it.

I'm something going out with my mother.

Your mother?

No. That's just my nose.

She looked at me.

She started screaming.

Well, maybe that's what frightened her.

Or maybe she thought she saw Dad again
and was reliving his death.

Oh, Walter, how terrible for her.

Look at it, McCullough.

That's the way I found her beside
my father's body

after the Indians had burned our house
and k*lled our stock.

And you wonder why I hate them.

Look at her.

Indians did that.

But she's trying to say something.

No. No,

he didn't do

it. Sounded like her and

it was. Duran

Duran was a renegade white mother.

Mother.

It was the Indians, not Durand.

Mother, are you trying to say

Durand k*lled Dad?

Yes. Duran

Duran.

Duran Duran was a white man.

All right, McCullough, go ahead.

Say it.

Tell me that
I hate it all these years with no reason

that I made my family
and my friends hate the same way.

Go ahead. Say it.

Say whatever you want to.

I'd rather you said it, Archie.

Jab. Drummond.

Ethel, get Mollie.

We're going back to see Jeb and Sarah.

Oh, Walter,

What about Mother?

We can't leave her alone.

No, we'll take her with us.

Things are going to be different
for her to.

Give to have you didn't.

You didn't come back to
take the baby away, did you?

Yes, sir, I did.

Yes. Oh,

he never even looked at him.

I brought Redhawks squaw.

She'll take care of it.

Yeah. Look at him.

I don't want to look at him.

I know

You won't be able to give him away

if you do.

I can't fight you anymore, Jeb.

I have the strength. Let.

But if you do take my baby,

I never want to see you again.

I hope you don't mean that, sir.

I hope someday you'll forgive me.

But you have no.

Please. Jeb.

I take care.

Wait here.

I have his r*fle.

Hush.

I don't know what any of you want here,

but this time you're not interfering
with what I'm doing.

Mr. Archie has got something to say
to you, Drummond.

He's already said all I care to hear.

I can't apologize to you and Sarah.

More words ain't going to help much.

What's done is done.

I'm giving the baby to Red Hawks squad.

A race soon to is better.

We're pulling out of here. Jeb.

Listen to what she thinks different now.

Maybe you won't have to leave. And.

And maybe you'll be able to keep the baby.

Ain't Walt making me do it?

Yes, it is, Jeb.

Me and all other people like me
that live with hate in their eyes.

I don't see

things exactly clearly yet myself,
but I will in time.

I know that because I just found out
something they won't let me read.

So I get my thinking straight again.

If I could hate all Indians
because one of them k*lled my father

and drove my mother into silence then.

And this is the thing I just learned.

I've now got to learn to hate
all white men for the same reason,

because it was one of them that did it.

Not an Indian.

I'm going to tear.

It'll take a lot of talking and convincing
back and forth before it's clear.

But if you stay,
there'll be plenty of time for that.

And now,

with your permission,
I'll go try to make my peace with Sarah.

I think that's my right here.

You got that, Drummond?

If you give it to me,
well, I'll be on my way.

And I'm sorry.

She's giving you back your baby.

Sarah.

No, wait.

Thank you.

You'll be very happy now.

I took him from here, sir.

I'm giving him back.

You haven't seen him, have you?

You know I haven't.

That's an Indian baby.

Guess I shouldn't have touched it.

You see, Young, we got to worry about.

They learn to love

and hate quicker than anybody else,

depending on how we teach him

or her.

Oh, I'd imagine.

Well, it's about time
you got back with me.

No, I didn't miss you.
I don't care where you were.

Long as you brought me
my gumdrops. Now, where are they?

My color.

Where am I?

Gumdrops.

I gave them to a lady magic.

The latch figures.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Well, let's go back to.