All language subtitles for Little.House.On.The.Prairie.S03E18.The.Wisdom.of.Solomon.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT_track3_[eng]

Yah!

Ho!

All right, boy,
let's have it.

Oh, stop.
Don't do anything.
He didn't mean it.

What's this boy's name?

Solomon.

Solomon what?

Solomon Henry.
He's my son.

Well, he's a thief.

He stole this
off the school steps.

I got a mind
to whip him good.

No, please don't.
He didn't know
no better.

All right. I'll let him
go this time,

but I'm gonna
remember his name.

He steals anything else,
and you've seen the last
of Emmetsburg

or any other town
around here.

Look what
you've done.

Stealing that
man's book.
How could you?

I didn't steal it,
mama.

I just borrowed it.

I didn't know that we--

did you ask him?
Did you ask
anybody?

Then you stole it.

And you've shamed
all of us

who've come here
for a fresh start.

Oh, Solomon.

Why?

What got into you?

I just wanted
to look at it.

You just wanted
to look at it.

They'd have beat you
half to death
back home for that.

I want learnin', mama.

I wanna read.

I wanna go to school
like all them other children.

That's the white man's
school, honey.

You can't go there.

Why?

If we're free,
why can't I?

You're free to be
what the white folks
want you to be.

Now, they give us
this little piece
of land to work,

and that's
the whole of it.

Mama's right.

You're gonna get us
nothing but trouble

you don't stay
in your place.

I ain't a slave.

Nobody said you was.

If I can only be
what the white folks
want me to be,

then I's a slave
as much as papa was.

Now you
listen to me.

We got a chance here
and you ain't gonna
spoil it.

You do like I say
and mind your place,

or you can go.

Now, you make up
your mind right now.

Solomon.

You don't come
back here now,

you don't
never come back!

I mean that!

I mean it!

I'll get him, mama.

No.

He done made up
his mind.

Lord help him.

Here you go,
Mr. Kramer.

That's
24 crates.

I can count.

Charles,
sorry to be so late.

Well, don't be.
We haven't
settled up yet.

Here's the bill.

I'll carry
these crates down there.

Mr. Kramer:
All right, 24.
Step inside.

I appreciate the help,
Dr. Tane.

These crates of medicine
get a little heavier
every year.

That's the least
I can do after
your generous offer.

Not so generous.

My office is
overflowing with samples.

Seems like there's
a new medicine comes out
every 5 minutes.

Any medicine
I can get is
greatly appreciated.

I just don't understand
why the government

doesn't send proper
medical supplies
to the reservation.

Why should they?

It's just
for Indians.

All ready
when you are, doc.

Charles, I'd like you
to meet Dr. Tane.

Charles Ingalls.
Doctor.

How do you do?
Pleasure.

That'll do it.

I'll be by as soon
as I can for those
samples, doctor.

And thank you.

You're welcome,
doctor.

Mr. Ingalls.

You take care.

Hey. Hey you!

Gotcha!

Let me go!

Gotcha. Put that apple
down.
Hey, hey.

Kramer, come on,
take it easy.

He's just
a little fella.

A thief's a thief.

I don't
weigh 'em in first.

Please don't whip me.

Hey,
nobody's gonna
whip you,

are they,
Mr. Kramer?

Well...see you don't
touch them apples again.

Come with me.

The next time
you want
one of these,

you ask for it,
all right?

Yes, sir.

All right then.
Here.

All right.
Go on with you.

Hi, girls!

Hi, pa!
Hi, pa!

Glad you're home.
Glad to be home.

[Bell rings]

See you at supper!

Bye, pa!

Bye!

"Yet beautiful
and bright he stood

"as born to rule the storm,

"a creature
of heroic blood,

"a proud, though
childlike form.

"The flames rolled on,
he would not go,

"without his father's word,

"that father
faint in death below,

"his voice no longer heard.

"He called aloud,
say, father, say,

"if yet my task is done,

he knew not that..."

Laura.

"Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, father,
once again, he cried,

"if I may yet be gone,

"and but the booming
shots replied,

"and fast
the flames rolled on.

"Upon his brow

"he felt their breath

"and yanked
his waving hair,

"and looked from that
lone post of death

"in still yet

"great despair.

And shouted
but once more..."

Laura Ingalls!

Will you please
see me after school?

Yes, ma'am.

All right, class.
Let's continue.

"And shouted
but once more aloud,

my father, must I stay?"

Well, what'd she say?

I have to memorize
a mile-long poem
for parents' night.

Well, that's not so bad.

She also
gave me a note
to bring home.

That's bad.

I know.

Who are you gonna
give it to, ma or pa?

I don't know.

Well, serves you right,

making up that story.

I saw
a black boy today.

Truly, I did!

A negro.

And there aren't
any negroes around here.

There are,
'cause I saw one.

You dropped your note.

Why'd you have
to tell me?

Now I won't be
able to say

I lost it when
Miss Beadle asks.

You have to
bring it home.

I suppose.

I know. I could
give it to pa!

I'll wait till
he's in a good mood

and he's got
his pipe after work!

Then maybe
I'll talk to him
about the black boy.

I did see
a black boy
today, Mary.

Then I'll give him
the note.

I just hope for your sake
he's in a good mood.

[Sighs]

I brought you
your pipe, pa.

Oh, thank you,
half-pint.

I filled it, too.

Oh, that's very,
very nice of you.

Thank you.
Want some coffee?

Nope. Have plenty.
Thank you.

You have a nice day?

Awful.

Oh.

I was unloading
some lumber

and mashed my thumb
real bad. See?

Think I'm gonna
lose a nail.

That must have
made your day
pretty bad, huh?

It couldn't be
much worse.

If anything else
bad happened,

you'd get pretty
upset, wouldn't you?

Would I ever.

There's not much chance
of that happening,
is there?

No, sir.

Better go
collect the eggs.

Half-pint.

Yes, sir.

Don't you have
something to show me?

What?

Well,
something like a letter.

How'd you know?

Well, pas are
supposed to know
everything, aren't they?

In this case,
your sister told me.

She shouldn't
have done that.

Just a minute,
half-pint.

She did that
as a favor to you.

You'd have been
in a lot more trouble

if you didn't
show me the note.

Now, come on,
let's see it.

Oh, yeah.

"Daydreaming in class,

gazing out the window..."

A whole bunch
of stuff here.

What do you
have to say?

Just don't like school
that much, I guess.

Look, half-pint,
there's a lot of things

in this world
that we don't like,

but we have to do 'em.

I mean, I don't like
going to work

and mashing my thumb
when I'm unloading lumber,

but I do it.
It's my job.

And your job
is to go to school
and get an education.

Things just don't
stick in my head, pa.

Then you have
to try harder.

Look, I know it's not easy,
but you can do it.

Just have to work at it,
that's all.

It says something in here
about your learning a poem.

Now, I want you to do
a good job with it,

and learn it.

I will, pa.

Promise?

Promise.

All right.
No more notes.

For a little while,
anyway.

Go on.
Get the eggs.

Wish I had
a different job.

All those history dates,

probably couldn't use 'em
even if I remembered 'em all.

Learning about dead people
and wars and people
that kill and...

I told them I saw you.

What you doing?

Uh...I'm sucking a egg.

Don't tell nobody.

I was hungry.

Are you a for-real
negro person?

What you doing?

You are a real one!

As a fact!

I've never seen
a real negro person
before.

Don't tell your pa
about the egg.

He'll whip me
this time for sure.

You know him?

Kinda.

That's why I followed
you home from school.

I thought
I heard somebody
talking in here.

No, no, it's all right.
It's all right.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.

He's afraid you're
gonna whip him, pa.

What in the world for?

I sucked
one of your eggs.

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case,
you'll probably be
wanting a glass of milk.

Half-pint, why don't you
bring him in the house?

Sure, pa.

Come on.

Come on.
It's all right.

It's all right.
Come on.

Come on.
Watch out for
the chickens.

Come on.

Look at that.

Boy, is Miss Beadle
gonna be sorry

she didn't
believe me.

Come on.

Solomon,
would you like
some more milk?

No, ma'am.
I'm ready to bust now.

She's never seen
a real negro
person, neither.

Oh.

Solomon,
now that you've had
something to eat,

maybe we oughta
get down to cases, huh?

How'd you get here?

I jumped on the back
of your wagon.

What for?

How old are you?

I think 11, sir.

And your family lives
in Mankato, right?

They did, sir.

Well, you must have
some family.

Not that I know of.

Where are you from?

Mississippi.

I think
I was born there.

Then I was in Virginia
for some time.

Then...

My folks died.

Since then, I've just been
scuffling around by myself.

Doing what?

Working here and there.

I'm a lot stronger
than I look.

I work
a 2-mule team all day

and a cross-cut saw
that's twice my size.

But I ain't done
much housework.

But I could pick up
on it real fast.

See? Lookee here,
see here?

"For sale...

"Healthy boy,
11 years old,

"37 pounds.

Good for house or field.
Very obedient."

That's my daddy.

That's all
I know of him.

I was thinking
I could do
like he did--

get bought
by some folks.

Maybe like you.

I'd be a right
good slave.

Well, Solomon,
this paper is dated 1354.

That's a long time ago.

Folks can't
sell themselves anymore.

Who says?

Well, I know walnut grove

must seem like
the end of the world,

but even we've heard
about the emancipation
proclamation.

I heard about it, too.

Well, if you heard
what I heard

then you must know that
when Lincoln signed it,

that ended slavery
forever.

I figure a person
belongs to hisself,

and he oughta be able
to sell what's his

whether Lincoln
likes it or not.

Caroline:
Solomon, why would
you want to do that?

To get money
for schooling.

You've never
been to school?

Aren't no schools.

Not for us.

I wanna learn
to write my name first

and everything else
after that...

Reading and figuring,

and learning

about the whole world
and everything.

And I got a good
ear for it, too.

If you was to buy me,
I wouldn't be much.

You can name
the price,

just so I have enough
for a book or two.

You wouldn't
be sorry.

I can work up till
sunup to sundown.

I'll tell you what,
Solomon.

Why don't you let me
think about it, huh?

Meantime, we'll fix you up
with a place to sleep

up in the soddy.

You can do some chores
to earn your keep.

Tomorrow, I'll take
you into town,

see about getting
you started in school.
How's that sound?

That's fine
with me, sir.

OK, come on.
We'll get you
bedded down.

That was
a good meal, ma'am.

Thank you,
Solomon.
Good night.

Good night.
'Night, Solomon.

Good night, Solomon.
Good night.

Wait'll they see him
at school.

A genuine
negro person.

Well, there you go, Solomon.

You get yourself
a good night's sleep

and I'll see you
in the morning,
all right?

Yes, sir.

Sir?

Yeah?

If you're a little
short of cash to
buy me right off,

you can always
pay for me on time,

just so I got enough
for a little bit

a month
or something.

Well, thank you
very much, Solomon.

I'll, uh...

I'll think about that.

Good night.

Ooh. Hope he's warm
enough out there.

Well, I'm sure
he's warmer up there

than where he's been
sleeping up till now.

[Caroline sighs]

[Laughs]

He is a funny
little guy.

Know what he said
to me tonight?

He said if we were
in a pinch, we could
buy him on time.

He must have some family
somewhere.

Yeah, I think he does.

I'm not so sure
he was telling
the truth about that.

They're gonna be
awful hard to find.

Well, he can't just stay
in that soddy forever.

He's a lot better
up there

than he is wandering
around the countryside.

I'll get him settled
in school tomorrow.

I'll drive into Mankato,
ask around about him.

You know, Charles,
it's funny.

What's that?

We worry so much
about our children,

look over them,

protect them.

And here's this little boy
no bigger than a minute,

doing for himself.

He's a special
little guy.

Well, I think
I'd better get
some sleep.

I have a feeling
I'm gonna
need my rest

to keep up
with Solomon.

Good night.
Sleep well.

Ha ha ha!

What?

He's gonna let me
buy him on time.

He's just so cute.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

Almost done, son.

I hope so, sir.

Caroline: Here are
your britches, Solomon.

Hi, sol--
it's almost 3:00.

Ha! We'll be right out.
Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Hey! Ha ha ha!

You can come up now.
They're gone.

Come on.
Let's dry you off.

There.

What's the matter,
you cold?

No, sir.
I'm mostly scared,
I guess.

Well, everybody has got
a little first-day jitters

when they're going
to a new school.

Back home,
there was big trouble

when teacher had let
some colored children
in the school.

Well, don't you
worry about that.

Nothing is gonna happen
like that in walnut grove.

Now you finish drying off
while I hitch up the team.

Charles:
Here we go, everybody.

Good morning,
Mrs. Oleson.

Well, good morning,
Mr. Ingalls.

Who have we here?

Oh, this is
Solomon Henry.

He's gonna be
starting school here.

Oh, really?

Has your family
moved here, Solomon?

No, ma'am.

No, Solomon's
staying with us.

Oh, I see.

Yeah, we'd better
get inside.

Don't want to be late
our first day at school.

Mr. Ingalls!

Yeah?

Uh, could I see you
for a moment, please?

Certainly.
Why don't you
go on inside?

I'll be
right in.

Mr. Ingalls...

Well, I don't
want you to get
the wrong idea.

Oh, I'm sure I won't,
Mrs. Oleson. What is it?

Well...

Uh...

Well, I want you
to know that it
has nothing to do

with the fact
that...

Oh, that Solomon's
a negro.

Yes! Uh...

Yes.

I am a member
of the school board,
Mr. Ingalls,

and I would like
to remind you

that no child
is allowed to
attend this school

unless his family
lives in this
township.

Oh, I understand that,
Mrs. Oleson.

Oh.

Well, but the boy
said that his family

doesn't live here.

Oh, I know what he said,
but he was just saying that

to make things easier on me.

Oh?

Yeah, you see,
Solomon is my son
by a former marriage.

I know you understand,

but a lot of the people
in this town wouldn't.

Good day.

[Whispering]
Good grief.

Good grief.

[Gasps]

Good grief!
Nels!

I know I should've
given you a little notice,

but Solomon came to us
rather unexpectedly.

I understand.

He's never been
to school before,

and it's not gonna be easy.

Well, don't worry.
We'll take it
slowly at first.

I want you
to know I think
it's wonderful

what you're doing.

There's not many
would take in
a boy like that.

I'm not so sure
Solomon gave me
much choice.

I'd better
get to work.
Thank you.

All right. Bye.

Solomon.

Class, I'd like you
to meet our new student.

This is Solomon Henry.

Hello, Solomon.

[Softly]
Hi, Solomon.

Don't you have
something to say?

[All softly]
Hello, Solomon.

Solomon, where do
you come from?

Virginia
and Mississippi.

Well, I hope
while you're here,

you can tell us
all about your part
of the country.

Yes, ma'am.

All right.
You may sit down.

All right, class.

It's time to go to work.

Now, last week,
I had you write an essay

about the things
that you like the most.

This week, I thought
it might be fun

if we wrote an essay

about the things
that we dislike
the most.

Well, let's see
what we can
think of right now.

Yes, Carl?

I hate cleaning
the chicken Coop.

[Laughs]

Willie?
My sister.

You know
where to stand.

Laura?
Homework.

Now, Laura, you know
you can't learn

if you don't
do your homework.

Solomon?

Yes, ma'am?

Can you think of
something that
you dislike?

Being a nigger.

Morning, Mr. Kramer.
I wonder if you
could help me.

Quiet, Ingalls,
I'm counting.

50 even.

Now, what was it
you were wanting?

Well, it's about that
little black boy
that was here yesterday.

What about him?

Well, had you ever
seen him before?

You know if
he lives around here?

Not that I know of.

His name's Solomon Henry.
Does that ring a bell?

Nope. What you
wanna know for?

I've got him working
out at my place,

and I was trying to find out
if he had any family.

Well, watch he don't
steal you blind.

Yes, sir.

It's past time
for your bed, children.

Oh. Have a nice nap?

Oh. Guess I did
fall asleep.
What time is it?

It's about 9:00.

Just a couple of minutes
longer, please.

No, come on. It's 9:00.
Time for bed.

Solomon, I'll walk
you up to the soddy.

I want to stretch
my legs a little bit.

Oh, all right.

Good night.

Good night,
Solomon.

Night, Solomon.

Kiss you when
I come back down.

OK.

I was almost finished.

I can't believe this
is the little girl

who hates homework.

It's Solomon, I guess.

Solomon?

Yeah.

He wants to learn so bad.

He never had the chance
before.

Makes me feel kinda guilty,
I guess.

Here I've got
a school and a family.

I don't know.

You mean you just
suddenly realized

there's a lot
you take for granted?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, everybody takes
things for granted
from time to time.

You're no different
than anybody else.

The important thing is

you realized it.

You're doing
something about it.

Now, good night.

Ma?
Mm-hmm?

I'm glad Solomon
came to us.

So am I.

Now, there you go, Solomon.

Soon as you get
your things off,
I want that light out.

No more studying.

You can't learn everything
in one day, all right?

Yes, sir. I'll go
right to bed. I promise.

All right.

Solomon, I was talking
to half-pint.

She, uh...

She told me you said
something in school today.
You know what I mean?

I think so, sir.

I didn't mean
nothin' bad.

The teacher
asked a question,

and I just answered it.

I knew I shouldn't have,

'cause everybody
got real quiet-like.

Well, why'd you say it?

'Cause it's the truth.

If'n I was white,
my pa would
still be alive.

Being a nigger
killed my pa.

Slaving until he was
an old man at 30.

You hate something
that killed your papa.

I know you do,
Solomon, but...

Those days are over.

You're gonna start
a new life now.

Ain't nothin' over.

Laws don't
change nothin'.

You answer me
somethin', sir.

Yeah, if I can.

Would you like
to live to be 100?

Sure, I would.

It's not very likely.
I mean, I guess all of us

like to live
to a ripe old age.

Would you rather
be black and live
to be 100...

Or white
and live to be 50?

Good night, Solomon.

That's very good,
Nellie.

Uh...willie.

Bird.

Bird.

B...

U...

R-d?

Not quite.

Um...Solomon.

Bird.

B...

I...

R...

D.

Very good.

Cowboy. Now, that's
one word, Solomon.

Cowboy.

K...

O...no, no.

C...

O...

W...

B...

O...

Y.

Hooray!

[Laughing]
Excellent, Solomon.

All right.
I think that's
enough for today.

Class is dismissed.

That was just fine,
Solomon.

Wasn't it,
Miss Beadle?

It certainly was.

I hope you do as well
with your poetry
recitation.

"Under the bludgeonings
of chance,

"my head is
bloody but unbowed.

"Beyond this place
of wrath and tears,

looms but the horror
of the shade..."

"Horror of the shade."

That means death,
Miss Beadle says.

We got a lot
of grieving songs
like this poem.

I remember when
I could hear the women
crying and singing

till it got light.

And everything feel
awful low and quiet.

What were
they singing about?

Oh, about dying
and being released.

From what?

Hard times.

"Death is the robber,

"but it can't steal me,

"'cause I've been
called by the man

"from Galilee.

"Lord, I never been up,

"and I'll never go down,

'cause my soul
is heaven-bound."

That's the way
the words went.

You could hear 'em
all night long,

all across the fields,

just crying and singing.

[Whispering] That boy
may stay with us forever.

[Footsteps outside]

[Door handle rattling]

Be quiet, brother.

I come to get you
out of here.

What are you
talking about?

I don't care if
you made your Mark
on a paper.

I'm getting you out.

I didn't make no Mark.

You didn't indenture
yourself?

No.

Then what you doing working
for that white man?

He feeds me good,
gives me a place
to sleep,

and I get to go
to school, Jackson.

School?
See, lookit.

Learned how to
write my name,
Jackson, by myself,

and since
Mr. Ingalls
got me in school,

I can read
a little bit, too,

and figure up
to near 100.

Well, we got 15 acres
outside of Emmetsburg.

Only me, mama.
Supposed to be
you to work it.

Shouldn't have
run away, Solomon.

Family and them 15 acres
is all we got in the world.

Mama lays in her bed
every night crying
'cause you gone.

I just want schoolin'.

It's crazy for a black boy
to think about schoolin'

and books and figurin'.

I want
to learn to read.

I wanna know things,

more than just
corn coming up

or how to mend
a harness.

What good's
it gonna do you, huh?

Busting a field,

sewing, harvesting.

Ain't none of that
any easier with
book learnin'.

Is that all
we're good for,
Jackson,

working in the field
day after day?

Ain't nothing'
wrong with it.

I know.

And there ain't
nothin' wrong

wanting something
else, neither.

You think things
gonna get any better
'cause you can read?

You think anything's
gonna change?

It ain't.

White folks ain't
gonna let it change.

They will.

What you think
you're gonna be, boy?

Some kind of doctor
or lawyer or something?

I can be anything
I wanna be.

You wanna be white, boy?

Can't be that.

I can make you
come with me.

I just could
run away again.

All right.

All right.

Mama made this for you.

She said make sure
you wear it.

I'll tell her
you're safe,

you got a place to stay.

Charles:
Hey, Solomon,

what you doing
out here?

I saw the girls
on the way in to school.

They said you were
gonna catch up.

Yes, sir.

Well, it's a lot later
than you think.

You best jump
on the wagon.

I'll take you
into town.

I got to go
get my books.

All right.

Dr. Baker,

Dr. Tane.
How you doing?

Morning, Mr. Ingalls.

Whoa.

A doctor?

That black man's
a doctor?

That's right.
Name's Dr. Tane.

Well, I gotta
get on to work.

You have a good day
at school.

Yes, sir.

I'll be a doctor.

What you doing
around here, boy?

I work for
Mr. Ingalls,

and I go
to school, too.

Oh. That a fact?

You're a doctor,
ain't ya?

Oh, after a fashion.

Learned what
I could from books.

You doctorin'
around here?

Who'd I be doctorin'
around here, boy?

Folks get sick,
don't they?

White folks here?

You don't think
white folks be letting
me doctor 'em, do you?

I'm a reservation
doctor, boy.

I do what I can
for Indians

'cause ain't no
white doctor's
gonna do it.

You got a family
around here, boy?

No, sir.

I gotta get
to school.

Hmm.

Darlin',
I'm sorry I'm late.

I'll hitch the team
and be right in.
Where's Solomon?

Oh, he said
he didn't feel
like eating.

Is he feeling sick?

No.

The girls said
nothing happened
at school.

I'll check on him.

All right.

[Knock on door]

Solomon?

Hey, you all right?

Yes, sir.

How come no supper then?

Just ain't hungry.

You know, Solomon,
when people are friends,

they have to share
with each other.

They have to--
they have to be
honest with each other.

That's the only way
you can work out a problem.

Ain't no way to
work out this problem.

Well, we can sure try,
can't we?

Talked to that
Dr. Tane today.

He said he couldn't
do his doctoring here.

He said the white folks
wouldn't let him.

Is that the truth?

You just said
we gotta be honest
with each other.

Yeah, that's the truth.

See, you gotta
understand--

that we different?
That I'm black?

Solomon, there's
a lot of good folks
in walnut grove.

But you know,
when people spend
their whole lives

thinking a certain way,
it...

It just takes time
for them to change.

And if they don't?

We go to
the same school,
learn the same,

but it don't make
no difference.

When we done,
nothing's changed.

All I'm still
good for

is walking
behind a plow.

I walk behind a plow.

That's your choice.
I ain't got a choice.

Don't make no difference
to learn something

if you can't use 'em.

My mama and brother
tried to tell me that.

There's some more
of the truth.

I got a family.

My brother came here
to fetch me back.

But I told him no.

I was wrong.

I gotta go back
to my mama.

Why didn't you tell us
you had a family?

'Cause I wanted
to be with you,

pretend you
were my family.

But it ain't
no good pretending.

I best to be
going tomorrow.

I'm gonna miss you,
Solomon Henry.

I've been looking
all over for you.

It's almost time
to go to town.

I'm all ready.

The stage doesn't
leave until 3:30.

You could go say good-bye
to Miss Beadle if you want.

Yeah, I'd like to.

I gotta give back
her slate and primer.

I wish you
didn't have to go.

Got to.

Wish I could be here
for your poem,

but I know
you'll do good.

Thanks to you.

What's wrong with people,
Solomon?

Why can't they change?

Maybe they will
someday.

Maybe in a hundred
years or so,

things will
be different.

Maybe.

Charles: Half-pint!

Solomon!
Time to go!

Time to go.

Coming.

Class, one of our students
is leaving us today,

and he'd like
to say good-bye.

Uh...

I gotta go
back home now.

I got a family,

and I gotta
be with 'em.

This is
a good school.

You're all--
you're all
mighty lucky

to be able
to come here.

I expect you
to know that.

And I'm thankful
for being allowed
to come here...

Thankful especially
to Laura...

Mary...

And Miss Beadle.

This is for you,
Miss Beadle.

Bless you too, Solomon.

You make that poem
sing now.

Bye, Solomon.

Thank you, grace.

Solomon, you're all set.
Here's your ticket.

Sure appreciate
this ticket
for the stage.

Well, it's the least
I can do.

You did a lot
of work for me.

Now, you best get aboard,
huh?

Get going now.

Go on.