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The Big Trees (1952) – Full Movie

The Big Trees (1952) – Full Movie


(dynamic music) (tree thudding) (gentle lyrical music) (men shouting) – [Man] Stand down,
Frenchy, we’re going in. Drag him out! – No you don’t. – Settle down now,
you’ll get paid. – What’s all the muss? – What else, money. – Nobody like
workin’ for nothin’. – Come on out here, Fallon. (glass shattering) – Patience, boys, be
with you in a minute. (men booing) – Fallon, I’ve
strung along with you on a lot of wild-eyed
schemes of yours, but this time
you’ve gone too far. You’re going to jail. – After all I’ve done for him. – Done for me. Your finagling’s
cost my syndicate a quarter of a million dollars. – [Man] More, Mr. Murdoch. – We finance you to mill
lumber in Wisconsin, but you stashed it away for
a timber steal in California. – According to the new
landlord, strictly legal. – All I know is
what you cost us. And you’re gonna land in
prison till we get it back. – Putting me in
prison is a sure way of losing all your money. Now, what’s a couple
of hundred thousand to a group like yours? Let me take a boatload
of my boys out there and I’ll make a fortune for you. – Listen to those men. Why, you haven’t met
a payroll in weeks. You think they’d ever
work for you again? – They like me. You do, too, don’t you? – What makes you think
I’d trust you again. – Because your
syndicate wants money and there’s plenty to
be had in California. – Hey, Jim. – [Jim] What is it, Frenchy? – Boys are mighty close
to getting outta hand. – Look, Mr. Murdoch, you
better let me get the boys under control before
they wreck the mill and you’ll be out
another 50,000. Daisy, honey, take Mr.
Murdoch over the hotel. The best champagne for
him and his friends. – I just happen to have a
couple bottles in the oven. You come along, too, Sheriff. I have a few girlfriends
who just love policemen. – Don’t forget, Fallon,
I can put you in jail six months from now
just as well as today. – Here it is. Here’s your money, boys. Certified cashier’s check. – Ah, you gave us that
check business before. – Yeah, we wanna see the cash. – Where’s the money? – [Tall Man] Yeah we want
(drowned out by men shouting). – [Man In Gray Shirt]
Where’s the money? – All right, boys,
anything you say goes. Frenchy, take this
check to the bank. Have ’em send over a couple
of guards with the cash. Go on. You heard ’em, they
want their money. Get to the bank. You know what this
means, fellas? You’re breaking up
the team for good. Jim Fallon and his boys. The minute you sign that
receipt book paid in full, that’s the end. You leave me busted. You put me outta business. – It’s a good thing
it is, Fallon. It’s about time, too. Pay ’em off once and for all. Let ’em come back to work
for us honest lumbermen, steady work and regular pay. – We’ve had enough
of you, Fallon. You’re leaving
town and right now. – (chuckles) A couple of
measly bobcats turned tigers. – We’re not jokin’, Fallon. Get going. (rifle clacking) – I’m moving no
place till I’m ready. (punch thudding) (gun firing) Get ’em outta here! – That was great, Jim!
(people chattering) You all right? – Yeah. – What a wallop! – Boys, even if I’d been
shot, it’d been worth it to know how you feel about me. You still like me. And now I wanna tell you why
I hoped you’d stick with me. You know me, Jim Fallon
doesn’t like to hire, he likes to share. And right now I
wanna share with you the whole north of California. There’s giant redwoods
out there, men, big around as that office, so tall you can’t see the sky. There’s so much board footage in just one of those big trees, that it makes a
month’s cutting here look like a pile of toothpicks. Now look, you’re the best
lumberjacks in the business. That’s why you’re my team and that’s why I wanna take
you California with me. Each man a partner
of Jim Fallon. And every man with a
share in $100 million! – How do you like that, boys? (men shouting) – Do you still want
Frenchy to go to the bank? – [Men] No! – Will you take your
chances with me? (men shouting)
– I will, Jim. Count me in. – You might find a couple
of cases in the office. Help yourself. – Hey, it’s all right, huh?
– It’s all right, yeah. – Jim’s okay.
(men chattering) – [Man In Black Hat]
Come on, let’s go. – [Man] Thanks,
Jim, you’re okay. – Hey, stranger. (men chattering) I don’t have to tell you
how grateful I am, stranger. – I’m Yukon Burns. – The name’s luck to me. I’m wanna make a
little statue of you and hang it
(gentle music) right alongside this horseshoe. – You could hang me there. I’m plum hollow inside. – I’ll put some stuffing in you. You stick with me, friend, and you’ll always
have a full belly. Come on. (lighthearted music) Alaska gold rushing, huh? – Yukon Burns, a billionaire, traveling around in freight cars trying to get a logging job. – You got yourself a
better job than that. For life. Kinda like me, don’t ya? – Like the way you square
toed it with your men and stood up to them gun-toters. – Here. – Ah, keep till I earn it. (spits) – Honest, huh? Besides being handy with a gun. I can use a friend
like you, Lucky. – Hey, Jim. (ominous music) Me and the– Have to teach them
Hawkinses to keep their nose outta my business. Here, wet this. (tense music) Lem, Lem. Sorry. I didn’t count on
the shooting either but everything
worked out just fine. Thanks. That’ll learn ya to keep
your big mouth shut. Come on, Yukon. (lighthearted music) (Jim laughing)
(gentle music) – Jim. – Be right with you, Yukon. – Well, your pigeon is thoroughly cooked and basted in white wine. He’s all yours. – I don’t know what
I’d do without you. – I don’t care anymore. Just pay. – Daisy, honey,
don’t you trust me? – Don’t “Daisy, honey” me. – You prefer Dora Figg? – You lay off my past or
I’ll start to spill yours. – Forget the past,
think of the future. That’s nothing. We’re gonna get very
rich in California. We leave next month. – Not we, not me, you. – Honey, you’re part of my luck. – Oh, save that blarney
for when you hit into those wild westerners. You won’t be pushing around a bunch of these tame
Wisconsin stump jumpers. You don’t think
those Californians are going to sit around
in their rocking chairs and watch you grab
off their land? – I’ll handle that
problem when I come to it. – Without me. – You’ll be right there
looking out for me sames as always. – Always is over, Jim. I’m tired of chasing those
smoke rings of yours. I’m staying here and
I’m looking out for me. – You’re right, Daisy. You do a lot better without me. – You said it. – I’m no good for you. You’re doing a smart
thing giving me up. I’m just bad for you. Believe me, Daisy, you should
have a life of your own. Thanks. Thanks for everything. (romantic music) (gentle music) Yeah, you deserve a
lot better man than me, but you ever want anything,
you know where to find me. (gentle romantic music) – Tough having something
like that leave ya. – She’ll be back. Nobody Jim Fallon
likes ever leaves him. That goes for you, too. Here’s your job. I’m gonna dress you
up like a billionaire. You’re going to
Redwood, California, ahead of me, goodwill merchant. Pick the biggest trees. Just flash that honest face
at the hostile native– – Hostile, why? Hope you ain’t counting
on me using this. – When a man’s my friend, I
count on him for anything. (upbeat music)
(train rumbling) (train clattering) – You mean you’ve never
even been to California? – Only in my dreams.
(gentle music) – Why did you send that
Alaska sourdough out ahead of me? – Let’s face it, Frenchy, you’re a good timber boss,
but people say goodbye to you before you can say hello. That Yukon, three weeks in
Redwood and he’s got ’em eating out of his hands. Yeah, I got a feeling
he’s gonna bring me plenty of good luck. (somber music) – You’re doing right by
locking up, Mr. Keller. – I hope so. (tense music) – Look here, Keller. You can’t keep refusing
to let these men file new timber claims. – [Keller] I’m the
government agent here, Mr. Gregg, not you. – On that door it says
office hours eight to six. You’re opening up
again right now. (gun clicking) – Let’s stay friendly, neighbor. – [Cleve] Oh,
Fallon’s man, Burns. I’m Cleve Gregg. – You’re just another
claim jumper to me, mister. – That’s because
you’re new here. I own the Redwood
Sawmill Company and I aim to finance these
men file for homesteads. – The new law wasn’t
made for timber thieves. – What do you mean thieves? Every lumberman around here
has a copy of that law. “All claims filed under the
Stolen Timber Act of 1868 “are hereby rendered
null and void.” “Land agents,”
that’s you, Keller, “are hereby authorized
and instructed “to accept applications
on any and all such claims “in their districts
if you have $125.” – I know all about
that, Mr. Gregg. Just the same, I’m waiting
for more instructions from the Department
of the Interior before I let you steal
homesteads my friends have owned for 50 years. $125 filing fee for each
quarter section is stealing. – This fella’s been scouting
the biggest trees in the county and he’s probably
bribed you to wait until Fallon and
his men get here to file on choice claims. – Jim Fallon’s an honest man. He’s gonna pay the old
settlers for every claim he stakes out. – Did you hear that, Jim? Pay ’em for free land. He’s been doing a
lot of expensive
goodwillin’ around here. – He knows what he’s doing. – Now, get this through
your head, Keller. You’re opening this
office right now or I’ll have you jailed. – No, you won’t! Pay no attention
to him, Mr. Keller. – Keep thee away from
violence, Sister Alicia. – What are they
all dressed up for? – There’s a hallelujah colony
around here, soul savers, rigid and religious. – The dark haired one
can save my soul anytime. – Open that office or I’ll have
my boys break the door down. – You do and you’ll
walk in on your face. – Keller, you’re gonna start
taking applications right now. – Come on, boys!
(gun firing) (women screaming) – Sister Chadwick, no. Stay thee with us. – Hold your ground,
Mr. Keller, be firm. – I’m going to Eureka and tell
this to the circuit judge. – I’ll tote you across
for 50 cents, ma’am. – No thank you. – Well, seeings as how
you’re bowlegged, two bits. – I am not bowlegged. – Alicia! – No, you’re not. – Sister Chadwick, thy
father shall hear of this. – There now, wasn’t
that worth it? – Here’s your quarter. – Thank you, ma’am. – [Yukon] Ah, Sister Chadwick. – Where’s your Mr. Fallon? I came to thank both of you
for protecting our lands. – That Fallon’s a
wonderful lad, ma’am. – I’m sure he could
teach you manners. – [Yukon] That’s Jim Fallon. – Oh. – Pleased to meet
you, Miss Chadwick. – [Alicia] Mrs. Chadwick. – Oh. – Just like I told you. You don’t need to worry
about your trees no more. Jim here’s gonna
do the claiming. He’s got plenty of money, fact, he invented the stuff. – Why haven’t you
refiled on your land? – Multiply 400 quarter
sections by $125 and you’ll see how
much we’d have to pay. – 400 quarter
sections and broke? You must be pretty
poor operators. – None of these religious
colonists ever bother to accumulate much cash. – There’s no need to. – See, Jim, these
are wonderful folks. They’ll give you
anything they got. If they haven’t got
anything to give you, they say a prayer for you. – Sister Chadwick, you
think prayer is gonna save those big trees? – We were assured we could
rely on you for that. We don’t want them touched. – [Jim] What’s so
special about them? – Well, after you’ve been around them awhile,
you’ll understand. – Sister Alicia, come thee
away from all those men. – [Alicia] There’s safety in
numbers, Sister Blackburn. – Say, by the way,
what ever happened to your thees and thous? – Sister Chadwick has been
too long out in the world. – I’d like you to meet
my father, Mr. Fallon. Won’t you have supper
with us this evening? – I’d like to. – I’ll meet you at six
in the Bixby Grove. Mr. Burns knows the way. I’m anxious for you
to see our trees. – Thank you. This must be good luck. I’ve known a lotta gals. This is the first time
one of them ever asked me to come up and see her trees. – I thought this trip
was supposed to be
strictly business. – There’s a lotta ways
of doing business. – What are all these promises
I hear you been making? – Just plain common sense. – Yukon, I’d feel a lot
better if you’d walk me home. – Well, glad to
bodyguard you anytime. – Hey, Lucky. I wanna talk to you. Meet me in the saloon. (lively saloon music) – You better get rid
of that daffy sourdough before he gets you hooked
for money you ain’t got. – Have I ever had
to ask your advice? – Look, I passed up
top jobs to woods boss your timber grab. You promised we’d
make a killing. All I hear now is some
idiot promising to pay, pay for something you
can get for nothing. – Nobody’s gonna pay. Soon as that boat
brings in our loggers, I’ll run ’em into the
land office and file. Nobody’s gonna pay. (inspirational orchestral music) – Whoa, Abby, whoa. Let me borrow your knife, Lucky. Thanks. – Biggest, oldest living
things in the whole world. Make you feel kinda small? – Nope, big. I’m the one that’s
gonna knock ’em down. – The Widow Chadwick
and her folks don’t want these trees
touched at any price. – She’s a widow, huh? – What’s the difference? – When you grow up,
I’ll explain it to you. Who was Chadwick? – A young seafaring feller. Hear he lost his life
at sea a few years ago. – I bet there’s a hundred
houses in one of these. – Look, Jim. – Yeah? – These colonists
trust in you on account of what I’ve told ’em about you. You play square with them
and you’ll do all right. – You bet I will. 28 1/2 feet. This is just a baby. – Hello.
(gentle music) Right on time. – Sister Chadwick. Thou hasn’t been out of
my thoughts a minute. – I hope you’re both hungry. – I look forward to
thy home cooking. – Then it will
please thee to know that thou shall help with
the washing of the dishes to make thee feel that
our home is thine. It’s a lovely walk. (dramatic music) (lighthearted music) Mr. Fallon, this is my
father, Elder Bixby. – How do you do, sir. – Welcome, friend. Brother. – Mrs. Blackburn, Mrs. Wallace. – We met practically. – Brother Dorn. – How do you do? – How do you do? – On the roof, Brother Williams and Brother Williams’s daughter. – How do you do? Magnificent country. – It’s different
from Wisconsin, huh? – Yes, it is. I’ve never been
stirred as deeply as by your beautiful trees. – And his daughter. – Then you can understand
how we feel about them, why we hold them
in sacred trust. – Sacred? Somebody’s bound to
get ’em by claiming. – Not if we can help it. – I’m certain we can
place faith in Mr. Fallon and Mr. Burns to help us
keep them from destruction. – If I felt like
you did about trees, I’d soon be out of business. – The giant sequoias are
more than trees, friend. They are the everlasting, living
sign of our creator’s work, 4,000 years old, as old
as the book and the faith. This was just a little
one, only 900 years old, but it was a little sapling when the Norman conquerors
invaded England. It was about this size when
Columbus discovered America. About this large at the
time of George Washington and our Declaration
of Independence. This marks the time
of Abraham Lincoln and the Emancipation
Proclamation. It was felled during the term of our present
president, Mr. McKinley. – God made them to
touch the skies, taller than any
spier of any church. – They are our church,
our place of worship. – Mr. Fallon’ll build
you a dozen churches. – Let’s be practical. You men cut timber. – The small trees
are all we cut. The giant redwoods, we do not. – The government
passed a death sentence on every tree in the district. – We know you’ll help us. – I admire your faith. (door clattering) – Supper. Walk. (gentle music) – A real home. – Where do you sit? – We ladies eat later. – As it should be. – [Elder Bixby] Mr.
Fallon, will you sit here? – Oh, thank you. (chuckles) What’s her name? – His name is Tom.
(cat meowing) – Well, no wonder he likes me. (chuckles) – While the ladies
are setting the meal, we’ll read from the scriptures. It is our custom to ask
a stranger in our house to do the reading. – Oh, naturally, of course. – Perhaps Mr. Fallon would
rather quote from memory. – It’s safer if I read. I’ve been known to
get my verses mixed. – Um, here, from
Psalms of David. – “Blessed is he that
considereth the poor. “The Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.” – [Family] Amen. – Amen. “Blessed is he that
considereth the poor.” You big hard head,
what’d you get me into? – You got me into it. You sent me out here. Look here, Jim, just how much
are you gonna pay these folks for this land? – Lucky, you better
start getting yourself some common sense. Do you realize how much
it costs to operate a timber outfit? I can’t afford to pay
for thousands of acres of free land and
still run a business. – But I gave ’em
my word and you… – Once, last, and for all,
there’s not gonna be any payment for any land the
government says is free. – You sound like a
claim jumper to me. If you know what a sourdough
thinks of that stripe, you don’t want me around. – Hey, where are you going? – Back to Alaska to
get me some fresh air. – Now, Lucky, nobody
Jim Fallon likes ever leaves him. I’m kinda superstitious about
my luck running out on me. – Look, you got the wrong slant. It ain’t something you
can wear on a watch chain. ‘Tain’t even money in your kick. Nine times out of 10
it’s the way you live. – Look who’s talking
about living. When I picked you up, you were a job-hunting,
empty-bellied crumb. Look at you now. You’re just beginning to live, but it’s gonna be my way. – Why, you stinkin’
claim jumper! – Aw now, take it easy. – [Yukon] Get outta my way. – Hey now, take it easy. (chuckles) Take it easy. (punch thudding) (Jim grunting) Lucky. You win, Lucky. I’ll pay them a
premium for the land. – And you won’t
cut the big trees? (Jim groaning) Sorry, Jim, I’ll
get you a doctor. (gentle lyrical music) (Jim laughing) – Aw now, be reasonable. I’m offering you
a royalty of 1%, you throw in all
logging equipment. All right, 2%. And believe me this is all
faith, hope, and charity. – I believe you. You’re a decent man. I like you for trying to
do what you don’t have to. – Well, that’s very
nice apple butter. How much did the Elder
tell you to hold out for? – I’ve told you we’re
only interested in saving these giant trees,
not your money. – Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute. I didn’t say anything about
money, just percentage. – Percentage of what you own or what someone else owns? – Sister Chadwick, my
conscience is clean. All right, another half percent. – What’s your conscience’s name, Mr. Yukon Burns? This is a very good place
to talk about conscience. This is our church. – Let’s lay off the
pious price hiking and admit that trees are
trees and money’s money. You folks stand
to make a million. – You’re right. Some trees are trees. (gentle music) Come here. Have you ever seen
anything more beautiful? – Never. – [Alicia] Certainly there’s
enough timber around here without you destroying these. – [Jim] I live by
the board foot. – But doesn’t all this
beauty mean anything to you? – Beauty? Sure. That’s what it’s
all about, Sister, since the beginning
of the world. That’s what makes
men thresh the wheat, pick the grapes, hire a band. All the sweat of men
that’s poured on Earth has been for beauty, the beauty of women. Yeah, that’s the buggy whip
that drives us, Alicia. You know what I mean? – I certainly do. You’re wasting all
the pretty words. – Not words, time. – You’re wasting time
as well as words. – I gotta hand it to
you, Widow Chadwick. You sure know how
to put a man on ice. – Why not? Business should be
practical and cold so let’s be practical. Lumberman, look. How tall? – Five feet, 5 1/2. – 213 feet. How big around? – 24 waist? – 16 feet. Total footage? – Wonderfully proportioned. – Roughly 33,000 square feet. – And every inch alive. – $14 per a thousand board foot
delivered in San Francisco. – You got soft lips. – Now, it takes five
times as much labor to market one of the big trees as one of the little ones and there’s only three
times as much lumber. Therefore, the giants
aren’t nearly as profitable. – You haven’t been
kissed nearly enough. – I said profitable, Mr. Fallon. You oughta understand that. – Uh huh. You’re quite a mathematician,
so solve this problem. Either you take 3% or
I’m taking your land. Like it says in the Bible, “the Lord helps him
who helps himself.” – Then you’ll need
a lot of help. – I’ve got it, a boatload. (ship horn tooting) (men laughing) (ship horn tooting) (people chattering) (lighthearted music) – They’re Fallon’s men. They’re taking over
the land office. – Judge Crenshaw. Judge Crenshaw. Bless thee, Judge. – We’re thankful you’re here. – I heard all the
way from Eureka. Still swarming
with boomers I see. – They mean to claim our land. – Well, we’ll see
what can be done. – I thought you
were going to file in the names of the
colonists, Mr. Fallon. – That was yesterday. My boys are filing. I want those application blanks. I’ve got the cash right
here to cover all of them. – Just a minute, Keller. – Judge Crenshaw, must I
take these applications? – Yes, from anyone
mean enough to use this land grabbers’ law. – Can’t Mr. Keller wait? Maybe some of us can
raise the filing cost. – He can’t wait. I know claim law. You’ve got to have
a place in line. Let’s have those
application blanks. (pencils clattering) Step up, boys. Fill in those
blanks in duplicate. – Fallon, this is subterfuge
with intent to defraud, filing under dummy signatures. – These men aren’t dummies. I’m only loaning them the money. Are you willing to go on
record that’s illegal? – No, I’m not, but the court’ll
go thoroughly into the case. – Suits me fine. By that time, the
logs will be off and the court can
have the stumps. – Jim, you’ve gotta let
’em keep the big redwoods. – I came here to
get the big ones. – You’ll never get them. We could’ve cut enough timber
to raise our filing fees, but we believed your Mr. Burns. We trusted you because of him. But that’s past, Mr. Fallon. We know you now and with
the help of the Lord, somehow we’ll stop you. – So far you’ve made
a liar out of me. Hand back every one of
them application blanks. There ain’t gonna be any
filing of any kind here. – You win again, Lucky. (bag thudding)
(gun clattering) Keller, go ahead with
those applications. – I beat you half to death once. Now I’m gonna finish the job. – Please don’t try it, Yukon. – I… (punch thudding) Don’t do it, Lucky. Keep out of this. (punches thudding) (glass shattering) Here’s your boat fare. I hear there’s still
gold in Alaska. – I’m staying here. – Then you’ll get hurt again. (people chattering) – [Man] Oh my God,
something’s gonna happen. – ‘Bout time you got yourself
straight on that sourdough. – He’s twice the
man you’ll ever be. (Frenchy thudding) Come on, boys, fill
out those blanks. – I’d never treat a timber
boss of mine like that. Let’s you and I have
a drink sometime. – What’s a better time than now? – And washeth clean
of hatreds our father that we may call
no man our enemy. Make our faith in thee to be
without question of thy will that we may live the
words of the scripture, “Love the Lord
with all thy heart “and with all they soul
and with all thy might”– – Amen. (birds chirping) – Thou art always
welcome amongst us but– – But I can’t lick Fallon alone. Now, you’ve got some
mighty hefty boys here and if you’d use ’em the
way the Lord suggests– – That’s right, Yukon. – Sister. – Hush, let him give
his testimonial. – Well, I’ve been a
wicked man in my time with a weakness
for drink and cards and other trifles, but I’ve done some
reading of the book. And when it says, “Love thy
neighbor with all thy heart “and with all thy
soul,” that’s great. But if it’s not
enough, it tacks on, “with all thy might.” And that means might and that there’s fightin’ talk. And it’s the only kind Jim
Fallon will ever understand. – Violence is not in our creed. – Yeah, I know. And I believe in
turning the other cheek. But you just about
run out of cheeks. It’s time you started growing
some religious muscles. – Thou dost not
understand our covenants. – Well, appears not, but where I come from, the
Lord didn’t strong backs just to let wickedness
seize the Earth. – Whatever we do, Mr.
Burns, will be done in conformance with the law. – But Mr. Fallon is using
the law to take our land. – The Lord will not fail us. – Well, I see it’s no use. But thanks anyhow, Elder, for
letting me voice my theology. – Father. – Book of Job 9th
chapter, 22nd verse. “They that hate thee shall
be clothed with shame.” – I’m Judge Crenshaw. I’ve been looking for you. I got something I wanna
talk to you about. – [Alicia] So have I? – Well then, hop in both of you. We’ll go over to your place
where we can talk in private. Mr. Burns, I heard
you were an honest man and good with a gun. And I also heard you
confessed to a weakness for liquor, cards, and women. – Not women, Your Honor. They ain’t for the weak. – Well, the principal reasons
for my coming to Redwood was to appoint a marshal. – Marshal? – Well? – You got one, Judge. – Then that’s settled. – Congratulations, Yukon. I guess this gives him the
power to stop Jim Fallon. – Well, it won’t keep
those applications of his from being mailed to Washington. It would take an act
of God to stop that. (cat mewing) – Judge, just how would a
legal man define an act of God? – Well, I’d say any cataclysm which was not caused
by the human hand. – Cataclysm. That got anything
to do with cats? (cat meowing) – Nice kitty. (tense music) (somber music) (cat meowing) (light knocking) (lock clattering) – [Keller] Sister Chadwick. – Good evening. – Taking up with
four-footed beasts, eh. Don’t blame you what I’ve
seen of the two-legged kind. – Don’t you think
(lively music) the new marshal was
an excellent choice? – Mr. Burns is a good man. Transferred Fallon’s claim money out of here and to the bank. Didn’t want it to reflect
on me if anything happened. I’ve brought a letter of protest written by Judge Crenshaw
(cat meowing) stating his opinion of
our rights in this case. He wants a copy
forwarded to Washington along with every one of
Jim Fallon’s applications. – Well, it’s getting late
and I’m awfully hungry. That’s a lot of copying. – Well, I’ll get started on it. You go home and eat. – Thanks. – Uh, do you mind
if we open a window? It’s rather stuffy in here. – Oh, I’ll do it. Better lock up after me. See you later, Miss Alicia. (lock clattering) (dogs barking) (dogs whimpering) (light knocking) – Miss Alicia, I have some grub for your cat.
(dog whimpering) Get away, now this
isn’t dog food. (cat screeching) (dogs barking) (cat howling)
(dogs growling) (lamp shattering) Cataclysm. Wait a minute. Don’t want anybody taking
anything outta here. – Sister Chadwick,
what happened? – It was my cat, Mr. Keller, getting out of the
way of two stray dogs. – Hmm, don’t blame
the cat at all. Kitty, kitty. (cat meowing) (people chattering)
(fire crackling) (Judge Crenshaw whistling) – You just gonna stand
there and watch it burn? – Well, it’s quite a sight. – My applications are in there. – Your claim money was
transferred to the bank, Fallon. I’m the only loser. It’s burning down my courtroom. – I see. (Judge Crenshaw whistling) I suppose no one thought of
calling the fire department. (Judge Crenshaw whistling) How’d it happen? – Accident. Her cat. – Dear Sister, you’re not
the sweet child I first knew. – Me neither, Jim. – “Let him that
stole steal no more. “Rather let him labor
working with his hands “the thing which is good.” – Ephesian. – Verse four, line 26. – 28. – Keller, you better
wire Washington tonight for a new batch of
application blanks. – What’s your hurry? You can’t file again until they send
duplicate title records. That takes time. – That is the most
satisfying act of God I’ve ever had the
pleasure of witnessing. – Judge, I demand you appoint
a marshal to investigate. – I’ve appointed one. Marshal Burns, will you
kindly look into this case? – Marshal Burns? – Yep, there’s not much I
can do about an act of God. – I cite you a
precedent, Mr. Fallon. The Chicago case of
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow. – Course we’re not
quite so big as Chicago. We’ve only got a cat. – Nice kitty. (cat meowing) – As you so rightly said, “the Lord helps him
who helps himself.” We’ll raise the money
for the filing fee by cutting and selling timber. – That fire doesn’t
change the new law. Your flock can’t work
property they don’t own. – Mr. Fallon’s right,
that’s the law. – I’ll follow the law
to the letter, Jim. – That’s all I want. (cat meowing) Looks like you’re gonna
have to train that cat to steal trees. (water rustling) (dramatic music) – Timber! (trees thudding) (steam whistle tooting) (upbeat music) (axes thudding) (hammer clanking) Timber! (tree thudding) (tree crackling) (people chattering) (gavel thudding)
– Quiet. Quiet, everybody. Quiet or I’ll have
you all removed. Fires may come and Rome may burn but this court’s now in session. What are the defendants
charged with, Marshal? – Your Honor, James
Fallon accuses these men of cutting trees on
land they no longer own. – That’s right. Those claims are
now the property of the United States government. – How do the defendants plead? – Guilty. (gavel thudding)
– 30 days of hard labor. Marshal, I remand the
prisoners to your custody and order you to see that
the following sentence is carried out. They are to cut timber
on government property. The logs are to be
transported to Tidewater here at Redwood. – Your Honor, what do you
intend to do with those logs? – Well now, section
seven paragraph 18 of the penal code states, “Trinkets or other
saleable objects “produced by
prisoners may be sold “and the monies
therefrom given to them “at the time of their release
as an aid to rehabilitation.” – Logs 40 feet long
are not trinkets. – This court is serving
the ends of justice, sir, and you are held in contempt. Marshal, collect the
gentleman’s fine, $100. (gavel thudding) – All right, but for $100,
I wanna say something. – $200.
(gavel thudding) Any further remarks
I’ll make it three. – Put this in your safe. It’ll more than cover the fine. – Court’s adjourned. (people chattering) – In the next 30 days, we
must do six months work, night and day. – And even on the Sabbath,
we’ll be lifting the ox from the ditch. – [Elder] We’ll need
$50,000 to save our land. – Marshal, will you
kindly rush the prisoners to the woods? (axes thudding)
♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪ ♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪ ♪ We shall come rejoicing ♪
(tree crackling) ♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪
(tree thudding) ♪ Bringing in the sheaves,
bringing in the sheaves ♪ ♪ We shall come rejoicing ♪
– Timber! ♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪ ♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪ ♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪
(tree thudding) ♪ We shall come rejoicing ♪ ♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪ (log thudding) (lighthearted music) – One week more, God willing, we’ll have our claim money. – My old lady and the kids
are having it rough at home. – Like I told you, you just
have to wait for your money. – That’s no good. – This partnership is fine on
paper, but I need some cash. – That goes for me, too. – All the money
I’ve got in the bank I’m saving for
more claim filing. – Bunch of the boys are
talking about heading back. – Nobody wants to stay. – That’s the truth. – Breaking up the
team again, huh? Well, this time you
can’t leave, men. When the new application
blanks get here, I’ll need every one of you. – The boys don’t feel
good about that either. – About what? – They don’t like the raw deal
you’re giving these natives. – What’s the matter with
you birds, getting gooey? – We came out here to
work, not to steal. – This is strictly legal. – Yeah? There’s a lotta
talk that it ain’t. – Frenchy, take the
boys over to the saloon. – It won’t work, Jim. – All right, I’ll
meet you at the bank. Get outta here. – That’s more like it.
– Now, you’re talking. Let’s go. – Once you start that,
they’ll start hitting you every week or so. Won’t take long to
whittle down your capital. – Thinking again, huh? – Yeah. Jim, remember that
saw mill man, Gregg? He’d be a pretty soft partner
for a smart fellow like you. – Stop thinking
so hard, Frenchy. You’re liable to get
yourself a bad headache. (crickets chirping) – Fallon’s getting
down to a shoestring. He’s finally dipped
into his claim money. Here’s where I steer him
to you for financing. – You mean I finally
get an introduction to the great Jim Fallon? – And the Fallon Company
becomes LeCroix and Gregg. – You call the shots,
Frenchy, we’re with ya. – Your soft partner draws
a pretty hard contract. – Well, he really
doesn’t need you. – It’s a good deal, Fallon. – Stop bluffing, Gregg. “Deceased.” I get it. If anything happens to
me, the Fallon Company goes to you two, huh? – Sign it, Jim. Gregg here will release
funds to your account. – Just want you to know I
could see through that swamp you call a brain. – Jim’s always suspicious. – But you won’t shove
any knives in my back because you’ll never get a
stick to Tidewater without me. – How do you mean? – That little secret
is my life insurance. (people chattering)
(wagon rattling) Timber! Timber! Timber! – Well, look at here! – Fellas, I don’t
wanna impose on you, but do you mind looking
after these girls till the rest of
their baggage arrives? (men shouting) – Are you what they
call a lumberjack? – That’s me, baby. – My, you’re strong. – I’ve been sick. (men laughing) Put me down, put me down.
(people chattering) Come on, I’ll buy you a drink. – All you suckers. (man and woman laughing) – Bartender. – All right, men, have fun. The drinks are on the company. (men cheering) – Thanks, boss.
– Oh my, talking machine. Let’s dance. – Are any of these boys married? (lighthearted music) – (clears throat) I
could drink your slipper full of White Mule. – Take Aggie’s. She’s from Texas. – Here. – Fill it up! (all laughing) – Little Dora Figg. – Ah ah ah ah ah. – I been dreaming
of you for days, how you used to dance on
a beer keg for a dime. – Hmm, remember that big
swell-headed lumberjack who never had the dime? – We’re doing all
right now, honey. Say, how’s it feel to be
queen of Redwood City? – Fine, if you’re the king. The same old Jim. – Daisy, honey, we’re
gonna be rich, very rich. Just sign these Dora Figg. – Yep, the same old Jim. What kind of larceny
is it this time? – [Jim] Well, those wild
westerners you warned me about tried to cut my throat. This is just to give
me a little protection. – Mmm hmm. It’s lucky for you I learned
to write instead of read. – Thanks, doll. Jasper. You saw the lady sign these. Notarize ’em. – Well, I’m ready
for a nice warm bath. – The tub’s down the hall. – What? – Well, I’ll be
seeing you, honey. – What? – Oh look, I’m going to
Sacramento for a couple of days. You make yourself at home. Frenchy will look after you. – Frenchy LeCroix? – Sure. Be nice to him. Come in. – Oh– – Miss Fisher, may I
present Sister Chadwick? – Got your tambourine, honey? – I’m sorry, Jim, I
didn’t mean to intrude. – Daisy’s an old friend. – He means well-seasoned. – Oh. I came to tell you
we’ve cut enough timber. Our logs will soon
be at Tidewater. Our faith has been realized. We’ll be able to keep our lands. But my father and I
wanted you to know if you wanna stay here
and work, we’ll help. Goodbye, Miss Fisher. Goodbye, Jim. – Jim, huh? Lucky for you my father
never owned a shotgun. What about hers? – Believe me, Daisy, I’d
rather have my head shot off by a Figg than my
soul saved by a Bixby. Have fun, girl. (door slamming) (wheel clattering)
(people chattering) (lighthearted music) ♪ I’m the charming soubrette ♪ ♪ On the “Police Gazette” ♪ ♪ I can dance with
gestures and grace ♪ (men laughing) ♪ I’ve a definite style
and a beautiful smile ♪ ♪ If by chance you
glance at my face ♪ (men laughing) ♪ The barbers, the pops,
and first-nighters ♪ ♪ They all have pictures of me ♪ (audience laughing) ♪ I’m sharing my fame
with the fighters ♪ ♪ John L. and Knockout McGee ♪ (audience laughing) ♪ I am known as the toast
of the Barbary Coast ♪ ♪ And the kind
you’ll never forget ♪ ♪ I’m a Burly-Q queen and
you’ll know what I mean ♪ ♪ If you read the
“Police Gazette” ♪ (chips clattering)
(audience laughing) (audience laughing) ♪ If you’re feeling depressed ♪ ♪ Let me humbly suggest there’s
a way for you to forget ♪ ♪ Simply turn to the page ♪ ♪ To the news of the stage ♪ ♪ When you read the
“Police Gazette” ♪ (audience cheering
and applauding) (lively music) – Ooh, champagne. – [Frenchy] Mmm hmm. We’ll drink to us.
(cork popping) We’ve got a lot of
things in common. – Yeah? Name one. – Well, we’ve both been
Jim Fallon’s chumps. I’m through, how ’bout you? – What’s rattling around
in that head of yours? – Look, Daisy, Jim’s outta town, he’s up to something, you’re a part of it. What’s going on? – Why don’t you ask
Jim when he gets back? – I’m paying cash
money for information. – I have a notion to
tell Jim about this, you stye on the eye of a flea on the thigh of a nit
on the neck of a gnat! (Frenchy laughing) – Am I seeing things? That dam wasn’t there last week. – Not like that it wasn’t, but the foundation’s been there
since the old mining days. – Fallon, Jim Fallon. – Well, he’s sure got
the colonists blocked. – Not just the colonists. Nobody’s running any
more logs to Tidewater without my say-so. – [Cleve] We’re partners. – Correct and I’ve got you right where you
thought you had me. – You bought that
dam with my money. – I don’t own it. I just got permission to
control the river with it. – Fallon, you’ve gone too far. (gun clicking) – No, my good health is
very important to you boys. Anything happens to me,
the owner of that dam will see that you never
get a log to market. Oh, by the way, I brought back another surprise for
you from Sacramento. Be in town this afternoon. I have an appointment
with Judge Crenshaw. – Franchise for
the dam is valid. Prior property right
established for the miners when this was Gold Rush country. – We’ve got to locate the owner. – I’m sure if he
knew what it means– – Well, the owner’s
a woman, Dora Figg. – Dora Figg? – Sacramento post office
box is the only address. I’m sorry, there’s nothing I
can do, absolutely nothing. – Thank you, Judge Crenshaw,
for making that clear. – So help me, Jim, I
can hardly keep this gun from going off
right in your face. – Don’t blame me. You’re the one that
led these sheep right into the middle
of this wolf fight. Judge Crenshaw, this is for you from the head of the
Department of Interior. – “It is my considered opinion
that the Fallon Company “can, without penalty,
proceed to take possession of “and clear their land.” – You mean they can
cut down our trees? – I’m afraid they can. – Frenchy, you and Gregg set
the boys to work right now possessing and
clearing the land. You see, Sister Chadwick,
you and your friends coulda made a pile of money. – Didn’t you ever learn any
other word except money. – You’re getting in a rut, Jim. And you better look out ’cause
when a rut gets deep enough it becomes a grave. You got a couple of partners
liable to put you in it. ♪ The darkness deepens ♪ ♪ Lord with me abide ♪ ♪ Help of the helpless ♪ ♪ Oh, abide ♪ ♪ With me ♪ ♪ Amen ♪ – Oh Lord, hear our last
prayer in this temple. If its destruction
be by thy will, then to thy higher
judgment we bow. Open the hearts of each of us to speak forgiveness
for these men of greed who have not been touched
by thy understanding. Amen. – Don’t take any backtalk. We’ve got the law with us. (sheep bleating)
(bells ringing) (axes thudding) – Come outta there, you fools. You’re in the line of fall. – We must leave. – It’s our home. My place is here. – If they wanna go
down with the ship, it’s their hard luck. – It’d be murder. – It’s Fallon’s company. He gets life for murder,
we get the company. – The years that
grew into these trees make them long and
tedious to saw. There’s time to get our friends, Judge Crenshaw and the marshal. Go on. Hurry. (saw rustling) – What’s the matter
with you men? You undercut that
tree to hit the cabin. – [Frenchy] That’s right. – Stop the sawing. Where’s the Bixbys? – [Frenchy] How should I know? (wagon rattling) – Hup. – Sorry but you may
lose your house. (tree crackling) – My father’s in there! – Hey, wait a minute. Stay here. (tree rumbling) (ominous music) (Alicia screaming) (tense music) (somber music) (Alicia crying) – Jim, you’re under arrest. – Fallon ordered us
to fall that tree. (dramatic music)
– Buck, don’t hurt him. – It’s your company, Fallon. You’re the man
that’ll have to face the indictment for murder. – Trying me already, huh? – No, you’ll get a fair
trial but not from me. I’m prejudiced. I’ll have to disqualify myself. But you’ll get your justice. (dramatic music) Take him to Eureka and
hold him without bail. (somber music) Fallon will hang for this. – What? – It was premeditated murder. – That’s not true. (gentle music) He meant my father no harm. Jim Fallon risked his
life trying to save him. I saw him. You saw him, too. – Well, he’s still
responsible for the actions of the Fallon Company. His own woods boss will
testify against him. – I’ll testify for him. – Marshal. Let Fallon go. Can’t hold a man to answer
when the chief witness is for the defense. Release him. (gentle music) – Thanks. – [Alicia] My people forgive
those who trespass against us, my father most of all. (dramatic music) (punches thudding) (Frenchy grunting) (gentle music) – Brother William just told me that Frenchy’s
been making threats against Jim’s life. – Why should you care? Anybody shoot Jim Fallon, be the most popular
feller in town. – [Alicia] You’re the marshal. Don’t let it happen. – [Yukon] Why? – [Alicia] Just
don’t let it happen. – Well, by golly that, hey, you’re not in love
with that no good are ya? Well, girl, you’re crazy. You see a big tom
leopard out in the woods and you don’t get close that
is unless you happen to be a lady leopard. – He’s been gentle
enough with me. – That’s when he
does his creepin’. Now, you listen to me, girl. A marrying parson could
straight-jacket Jim Fallon and lock hin in a box in
the bottom of the sea. He’d still slip the gaffe and run off with the
wedding presents. – Men have been known to change. (upbeat music) – Oh, lady. Even I have been given
up by women reformers. The biggest mistake
a woman can make is to pick the wrong man
and try to make him right. Why don’t you just go off
somewhere and have a good cry and forget him? – I’m reminding you
of your duty, Marshal. See that he’s protected. – Alicia, it’s started. What do we do? – [Alicia] Are you sure? – Yes. – It feels like any minute. – [Alicia] Take her to
the hotel, room 204. – [Yukon] 204? That’s Jim Fallon’s room. – Why not? This is all his fault. (lively saloon music) – See those lighted
windows upstairs. They’re his. You get up in the
land office ruins. Maybe you can pot
him from there. Charlie, he doesn’t know you. You take the saloon. Borlock, I’ll stay out here. You get on the hotel porch. If he comes through
the lobby, signal me. One of us has gotta get him. (people chattering) (crowd cheering and applauding) – [Yukon] Go on upstairs. – Now what have I done? – I wanna talk to ya. (wheel clacking)
(people chattering) – [Bartender] Hey, stranger. What’ll it be? – Double straight. – [Alicia] Your sister
will be all right. (baby crying) – What’s that? – Baby. – This is one thing
you can’t pin on me. – Looks like you and stork
arrived at the same time. – What? – [Sister Blackburn]
Bill, it’s a boy. – [Alicia] Street was no
place for a baby to be born. – Whose baby? – Where can I find some water? – Right down the
hall, right down– – Thank you. (baby crying) – What is this, a
hotel or a nursery? – A baby was just born
here thanks to Jim. – Congratulations. – What do you mean
“thanks to Jim”? – I’d better get out of here. It might be catching. – Now, what’s this all about? – You and your land grabbers
forced them out of their home. – [Jim] I had nothing
to do with it. – Too bad its father
can’t be here. – I had nothing to
do with that either. (lively saloon music) So for all I care, you can
stay on your pious pedestal. – I’ve never placed
myself on any pedestal. I’m too full of bad temper. – What a girl. – Why you
chigger-bitten Don Juan. You just try
a-pitching hay with her and I’ll shoot that
lump you call a head right out from under your hat. – Forget it, I tried once, got frostbite in
the middle of July. – That don’t mean
she’s not stuck on ya. – You’re crazy. – Yeah, maybe so. When you signed that
deal with Frenchy, it was heads you die and
tails you get killed. Who do you think’s got
me looking after you? Alicia Chadwick. – I don’t believe you. – Why should you? Wouldn’t mean anything to you. You’re gonna have
everything you wanted. Going to be a millionaire. – Sure. – Why don’t you tell
the truth just once? Why don’t you come
clean and admit that all this wine you’re
guzzling is as sour as vinegar? – Tell me more. – You stinkin’ stake jumper. I’m only trying
to save your hide. And not because I want to. I promised her. – You still like me, don’t you? Come on, sweetheart. I want you to watch
me thank Alicia for sending you back to me. Let’s go. (crowd applauding) (crickets chirping) (lively music) (rifle clicking) (rifle firing) Get back, Lucky! (somber music) (gentle music) – Yukon loved this grove. He understood. – Look where it got him. – He lost his life
protecting you. – He shoulda looked
out for himself. – When I was a child,
I was taught to believe that there was a
god-given seed of good at the root of everything alive. But I’m beginning
to doubt that now. There isn’t the slightest
bit of good in you. (somber music) (loud knocking) – I got your message. What do you want? – Come in. Sit down, Judge. Look, I figured out how you
can stop Frenchy and Gregg from cutting on that land. – I had that figured
out long ago, but you’d have to
confess to subterfuge and attempt to defraud when you filed those
claim for homesteads and that’s a felony. – Sit down and draw
up an affidavit. – What? – You heard me. – [Judge Crenshaw] The
government will hold all your claim
money for forfeit. – What do you want me to do, burst out in tears? – Yeah, I’ve been trying
to make a dent in you ever since I got here. – Stop trying or
you’ll break your ax. Get those colonists to
logging so they can file. – Will you take
care of Dora Figg and the dam that’s
blocking them? – Let’s pretend I’m Dora Figg. – Well, you thought of
everything, didn’t you? I admire what you’re
doing, Fallon. – Then keep your mouth shut
about it around everybody. – What to you think Frenchy
and Gregg are gonna do when they find out, just stand there with
their hands folded? – Just make out that
affidavit, will ya? – Here, I’ll give you
back your good luck piece. You’ll need it with
those tree wolves. – Thanks, Judge. Oh, I’ll be needing
some eating money, too. Wanna cover that? – It’s covered. High man deals. Oh and I’ll teach you
to think of your soul instead of your belly. – [Daisy] Check those
through to San Francisco. – Hate to see you leave, honey. Sure gonna miss ya. – Uh uh. You’ll be beating the drums
while she’s singing her hymns. – Happy trip. Oh, just Dora Figg
these, will ya? – You’ll have to talk to
Frenchy about little Dora Figg. – Come again. – I sold the dam to
Frenchy for $25,000. – Daisy, honey. That’s not funny. – What’s the matter,
wrong flavor? – You’re telling the truth. – That property was mine. After all, I couldn’t live
forever on your promises. – What promise did
I ever break to you? – You never broke any, but you never kept any. It took me 10 years to get
the stars out of my eyes. All the rugs I helped you pull
out from under the suckers. I learned, oh boy how I learned, enough to pull a whole floor
right out from under you. – Boy, knocked me sky high. – You’ll land on your feet. You always do. – That 25,000 will repay
me for all the years that I’ve wasted. Yeah, man, I finally
got me a stake. – Got yourself educated
and well-heeled, huh? Nice work, Daisy. I’m patting myself
on the back, too, for being a good teacher. So long, pal. No hard feelings. – [Man] Thanks, Brother Fallon. – Judge Crenshaw told us
you let us through the dam. – Blessings on thee
this beautiful day. – Frenchy bought the
dam out from under me. You’re choking the river
with logs for nothing. – Is this another of thy tricks? – Spots of the
leopard do not change. – Well, it’s time
to change yours. Why don’t you men get
some bristles on your back and start to fight? It’s your only chance
to spring those logs and get back your land. You can’t pray that
dam out of the way. – No, but we can get around it. That old mining railroad
on our property. – It wouldn’t take much
new track to bypass the dam and haul the logs to
the river below it. – Sister, that’ll do it. We’ll need some rails and tools. I’ll swindle
somebody out of ’em. – Swindle? – Borrow. Sometimes, it’s all the same. – [Brother Dorn]
How many you men worked on that spur
track last time? – Uh, Judge Crenshaw
donated this. Feed your boys good. They work faster. – [Alicia] It was
very kind of hm. And you, too, for helping us. – Sister Chadwick, just
between us leopards, keep watching my spots. (lively music) (hammers thudding) – Fallon’s almost to the
river with that track. – Yeah, if he gets there,
we’re out of business. – Yeah, the way
they’re cutting timber. – How many trestles are there? – Three. – Show me the one
nearest to the river. (tense music) (gentle music) (light knocking) – Come in. – My first time in a caboose. – Sister Wallace. – Sister Blackburn went
to town with the baby. Oh, how are we doing? – Just fine. Five carloads have gone already and this one goes
this afternoon. – Hate to admit it but
thanks to Brother Fallon. – It is good to have him
on our side, isn’t it? It makes one feel like the strength of
Jeroboam was with us. – Thee must mean Jeremiah. Jeroboam was a scamp. – I guess I mean both. – See thee later. – Oh, tell Mr. Fallon I’ll
be here till suppertime if he needs me. – All right. (saw rustling)
(tense music) (train whistle blaring) (train chugging) – [Cleve] Next one she’ll cave. – I thought that
one would do it. (rocks clattering) What was that? – We’d better find out. (tense music) He’s right in there. – Quiet, might have a gun. Who is it? (rifle clicking) Better speak up fast. (rifle firing) (dramatic music) Colonist, huh? – We’ll never find
him in this brush. – We’d better get a train
over that trestle quick. (tense music) Release the brake on the caboose and while you’re at
it lock the doors. We’ll take care of the end cars. (gentle music) (tense music) (metal clattering) (metal clattering) (train rumbling) (doorknob clattering) (tense music) – [Brother Dorn] Sister
Chadwick’s figured out we need two more carloads. I think it’ll be quicker
to get ’em from below. Let’s move. – [Man] All right
for a chuck load. (tense music) – [Tiny] Hey, boss. (dramatic music)
(train clattering) – What happened? (somber music) – They said one more
train would crash it. – Crash what? – The third trestle
near the river. (train rumbling) – Sounds like a train now. – Can’t be. The locomotive’s
not due till 1:00. Get him to a doctor. – Boss, it is a train. (train clattering)
(dramatic music) – Where’s Sister Chadwick. – [Woman] She’s in that caboose. (dramatic music)
(train rattling) (tense music) (train rumbling) (dramatic music) (metal clanking) (wheels screeching) (trestle rumbling
and clattering) (wheels screeching) (romantic music) – [Brother Dorn] Where is she? Sister Chadwick,
thank God you’re safe. – But no thanks to you, you sanctimonious
bunch of jellyfish. They shot Brother Williams,
they almost killed her. Now, we can’t salvage that
train or repair the trestle and we can’t get
logs to Tidewater as long as that dam
stands in the way. Now I’m asking you
for the last time, help me smash that dam. Don’t hurry, think it over. You got two whole seconds
before I get outta here. – Wait! Wait! – May God forgive
us, Brother Fallon. Lead us, we’ll follow. – Come on. (tense music) The men with the
dynamite come with me. Tiny, keep us
covered all the time. – Right. – [Brother Dorn] Now,
brothers, you know the job we have to do. (adventurous music) (tense music) – Fallon’s taken over the dam. I think he’s gonna dynamite it. They’re gonna blow it up. – [Man] Wyatt, what then? – Don’t move. The hand of judgment’s upon ya. You brothers with
the rope get busy. (energetic music) – Stand thee aside, sisters,
while I use the stone. (tense music) I don’t feel a bit wicked. Bring me another stone. (suspenseful music) (rifle firing) (dramatic music) (rifle firing) (suspenseful music) (tense music) (fuse hissing) (dramatic music) (fuse hissing) (fuse hissing) (tense music) – Take cover! (fuse hissing) (explosions booming) (inspirational orchestral music) – They look
different to you now. – Mrs. Fallon, please, couldn’t I?
(romantic music) Just one little one, huh? (inspirational orchestral music)

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