All language subtitles for Little House on the Prairie - 9x15 - Once Upon a Time

Laura: There are many conflicts
which led up to the American revolution,

but the most important one was
the passage of the stamp act in 1765.

Now, up till then,
all protest against taxation by england

were made through the courts,
but the stamp act was so hated

that actual riots broke
out in the streets.

After a while,
the colonies became even more divided

by those who wanted
to break from england

and those who were determined
to remain loyal subjects.

Now, who can tell me the
names of those two groups?

- Willie?
- Whigs.

And?

I forgot.

Well, which side did
the whigs represent?

The ones loyal
to england?

No.

The ones loyal
to england were...

- Jason?
- Tories?

Yes, that's right.

Now, I want you to list any other
grievances held by the colonies

which led up to the
American revolution,

and then tomorrow we'll begin
studying england's point of view.

Well, that'll do for today,
class dismissed.

Miss plum!

Etta: Hello, children,
how are you?

Miss Wilder?

Hi, how's
your ankle?

Doc baker says
it's much better.

Girl: Will you be coming
back to school soon?

Tomorrow, as a
matter of fact.

That's wonderful.

In the meantime,
I've heard your assignment for tomorrow,

so,
I suggest you waste no time getting at it.

- Bye, miss plum.
- Bye.

Girl: Bye, miss plum.

I can't tell you how much I
appreciate your taking over.

It's been a burden, I know,
with all your duties at home.

Nonsense, I enjoyed
it, really.

I could tell.

I heard you.

You're a fine
teacher, Laura.

Thank you.

Rose is finally asleep.

You must be
pretty tired.

No, not really.

Well, tomorrow
you can sleep in.

You've put in a lot
of double duty lately.

Manly, I don't
want to sleep in.

You know what
I want to do?

I want to go back to that school tomorrow,
and I want to teach.

I know.

I didn't realize what a
good teacher you are.

I am.

I am a good teacher!

And I'm not saying that
out of vanity, either.

It's just that
I need it.

I mean, I love being
a wife and a mother,

but it's just
not all of me.

Having a profession.

Well,
now's as good a time as any to get started.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means I've been waiting
for a whole week to find you

in this kind
of state.

I thought for sure the
teaching would do it.

Manly, what on earth
are you talking about?

The answer,
that's what.

The answer to what
you want to be doing.

You see, there's
this contest.

Almanzo: It was
announced last week,

and I've been waiting for
just the right time to bring it up.

- Well, what kind of contest?
- Writing.

Well, what kind
of writing?

Short stories,
poetry, and novels.

Your remembrance books must be
crammed full of all kinds of stories.

Manly, my remembrance books are
just bits and pieces of a farm girl's life.

Who would be
interested in that?

Well, city
folks, for one,

who don't know anything
about how we live,

and who knows
how many others?

Sounds like
a wonderful idea to me.

Jenny: And you'd be good at
it, you're good at everything!

Almanzo: Come on,
Beth, she's right.

Besides, what do you
have to lose?

Let me see that.

Laura: It took less than 4
weeks for me to finish the novel...

And then it was time to read
it to Jenny and almanzo.

I can't remember being more
nervous than I was that night.

"She looked at ma,
gently rocking and knitting.

"She thought to
herself, this is now.

"She was glad that the
cozy house and pa and ma

"and the firelight and
the music were now.

"They could not be forgotten,
she thought...

"Because now is now.

It can never be
a long time ago."

Why, aunt Laura...

That was beautiful.

Beth...

I knew it
would be good,

but I never dreamed...

Do you mean it? Do
you really mean it?

You never knew you
could write like that?

No, I really didn't.

But you know, it's just like
what I said about teaching...

Something so right,
something I was meant to do.

Well, just wait till that
publisher in Minneapolis reads it.

I don't see any way you
can keep from winning.

Laura: Almanzo was right,

and 3 weeks later,
Jenny and I were on our way to Minneapolis.

They didn't say I won,
but they wanted to see me.

I had butterflies in my
stomach for the whole trip.

Mr. Broxton? This
is my niece, Jenny.

Hello, Jenny.

Pleased to
meet you.

My husband's right in the
middle of planting season,

so, I asked
Jenny along.

An excellent opportunity to
escape school for a while, hmm?

Mr. Broxton: Am I right?

Not exactly.

You see, I'm a teacher,
or I used to be.

Jenny will have plenty of
schoolwork to keep her busy.

Mr. Broxton: Ah, I see.

Well, shall we go in?

You make yourself
at home, young lady.

We have plenty of
magazines there on the table.

Yes, sir,
thank you.

My chief editor,
Russell Matthews,

this is Laura
Ingalls Wilder.

I enjoyed your
book, Mrs. Wilder.

Thank you,
Mr. Matthews.

Oh, please, sit
down, sit down.

Be comfortable.

Now, let's get
right to the point.

Russell and I both feel that your
manuscript should take first prize

and be published.

Well, that's
wonderful!

Mr. Broxton: Ah, however...

There always seems to be
a "however," doesn't there?

We feel that your
manuscript is about 80%.

80%?

Well, you have a good
beginning and a good end.

What you need is a
little more in between.

Oh, I see.

Mr. Broxton: Other incidents
from your childhood.

I'm sure you can
recall others of them.

Mr. Broxton, I have half a
dozen notebooks in my luggage,

and they're all filled
with childhood memories.

Is that so?

Yes, I'm sure I'll have no
trouble writing new chapters.

Well, we'll need 3,
wouldn't you say, Russell?

That'll do.

A half a dozen
notebooks, you say?

Yes, I've even started
working on a seventh.

That's very interesting,
very interesting.

Russell and I
were discussing

how your book might
be ideal for sequels.

Really?

That is, if we can find a good
enough market to begin with.

I... I don't know
what to say.

Well, first
things first,

we'll need the 3
chapters quickly.

Uh... how fast
can you write?

Well, how quickly
do you need them?

In two weeks they should
be ready for publication.

Two weeks?

Is there a problem?

Well, I...

I didn't think you'd
need me here that long.

I'm afraid I should have
been more explicit in my letter.

Well, there's
no problem.

I'll telephone
my husband.

Good.

Then we'll have
a press reception

for you and the two winners
for poetry and short stories.

Yours, I emphasize,
is the most important.

So, you come in tomorrow
morning with, say...

6 chapter ideas,
and we'll select the 3 best.

Can you do that?

I think so.

Good.

Now all that remains
is your advance of $50.

$50?

It's quite usual,
I assure you.

Mr. Broxton: Your fee,
or your prize money,

however you wish to think of it,
will be $250.

And there will, of course,
be royalties later on,

if it sells
well enough.

I'm speechless.

Mr. Braxton: For now, perhaps.

It is my experience that young
writers get accustomed to success

with alarming speed.

And now, for
the last detail,

your signature
on the contract,

and Mr. Matthews can
see you to your hotel.

Oh, feel free to
glance over it.

It's quite ordinary.

Is it all right if I bring it
in tomorrow and sign?

Well, of course.

It's something I
promised my pa...

Never to sign anything until I'd
read it all the way through first.

Perfectly all right.

You'll find it to
be quite in order.

Thank you.

Well, let's get
you settled.

Porter: I think you'll find
this quite comfortable.

Oh, yes.

Jenny: It's beautiful.

And will there be
anything else?

No, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

This is wonderful.

For now,
we thought you might prefer working here.

It's very nice.

Our offices can
get pretty hectic.

You'll concentrate
better, I think.

I don't have this
much privacy at home.

You'll find
everything you need:

Pens, pencils,
paper, dictionary.

Now, all your expenses
here are paid,

including meals taken in the
hotel restaurant, or room service.

All you need
to do is sign.

An added 10% tip
is customary.

I'm going to be
absolutely spoiled.

Well, contrary
to popular belief,

physical hardships
don't add much

to the quality
of a writer's work.

Comfort, therefore,
becomes a necessity.

Well, I won't
argue the point.

Good.

Would you mind a
little personal advice?

No.

Take a small part
of that $50

and buy yourself
something frivolous.

Why?

Russell: Well, because
it feels marvelous.

And because you should
get used to that feeling.

Your life is about
to change, young lady.

We'll see you tomorrow morning.

See you then.

Aunt Laura, come
and have a look.

Aren't you excited?

Yeah.

But I'm a little scared.

Laura...

You're
still working.

I'm almost through.

It's after 2:00.

I know, you go back to bed,
I'll be right there.

All right.

This being famous
is hard work.

They're all excellent
choices, I must say.

Thank you.

Especially the one
about the long rifle.

That's exactly what
this book needs,

wouldn't you
say, Russell?

The one I'd choose, yes,
and also the one about the bears...

And the harvest.

That's exactly why Russell will
always have job security in my company.

We think alike.

Not always, now and again,
you're wrong.

Mr. Broxton: Yes, I dare say.

You go right ahead
with those 3 chapters.

Yes, sir.

And now there's still a
question of your contract.

Have you read it
over thoroughly?

Twice.

It's a good thing
I had that dictionary.

And are you
now satisfied?

Well...

There is one
small thing.

Oh, just one?

It wouldn't be more money by any chance,
would it?

Not at all,
let me find it.

Here it is.

"All changes in the
manuscript shall be made

at the sole discretion
of the publisher."

Does that mean I wouldn't be
consulted about any changes?

Of course not.

On the other hand,
it doesn't mean that she would be, either.

Russell!

Russell: Oh,
come on, broxton.

Mrs. Wilder isn't the first one
to pick that out of the fine print.

I wouldn't want it in
any contract of mine.

Very well, it
isn't important.

We always work very
closely with our writers,

and there's never been
any serious problem.

Oh, I'm sure of that.

I'd just feel
better, that's all.

Okay, let's
have that.

Cross out "the
sole discretion...

Of the publisher"...

Replace it
with "contingent...

"Upon author's...

Consent."

My initials...

And there you are.

Thank you.

How did it go?

Wonderfully.

In fact, I felt
so good about it,

I went out and I bought
that frivolous item

Mr. Matthews was
talking about.

In fact, I bought
two of them.

And this one
is for you.

Open it!

It's a new hat that you
absolutely don't need.

Oh, aunt Laura,
it's beautiful, thank you!

Oh... now for me.

Now you sit down and close your eyes,
and don't peek!

No peeking.

Keep them
closed tight.

Like Mr. Edwards says,

"I won't stand
for no peekin'!"

There.

Okay, you can
look now.

Ta-da, you
like them?

Oh, yes!

They must have
cost a fortune!

Well, almost $6.00,

if you count the cost of
getting my ears pierced.

Jenny: Did it hurt?

I was too happy
to notice.

You know, Mr.
Matthews was right,

buying these things
really did feel marvelous.

Aunt Laura?

It's really going to happen.

I know it.

What's going to happen?

You're going to be rich!

I did it.

I finished the
last chapter.

That's wonderful.

I'm so excited, I'm going to take
it down to Mr. Broxton right away.

- It's after 6:00.
- He usually works late.

- Good luck!
- Thanks.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Is Mr. Broxton in?

You just missed him, Mrs. Wilder,
he had an early dinner engagement.

Oh,
I guess I'll see him tomorrow morning.

I think Mr. Matthews
is still in, though.

Oh, good,
thank you.

Come in.

Well, well.

Am I disturbing you?

Yes, and
I'm glad.

I've just been involved in some
extracurricular literary activity,

and I'm not in
the mood for it.

Russell Matthews'
great American novel...

Been fiddling with it ever
since I left Yale graduate school.

May I offer
you a drink?

No, thank you.

Then you won't mind if
I offer myself another?

Of course not.

Have a seat.

So... what brings you
here at this hour?

Well, it's going
to sound silly...

But I finished
my last chapter,

and I just had to
bring it right in.

No, that's not
the least bit silly.

I've never met
a new young writer

who wasn't exactly
the same way.

Broxton must
be pleased.

He'd already left.

Oh, well, then, just
leave it with me.

Tell me about your novel.

Ah... it's a sweeping
saga of romance...

Set against the
tumultuous backdrop

of the war of 1812.

It sounds exciting.

No, no, what'll...

What'll really be
exciting is if I ever finish it.

And here I am,
sorry that you're married.

What?

You absolutely
couldn't get rid of me.

Mr. Matthews...

Russell: No, no, no...

I'm perfectly
harmless.

And I always say
what I mean,

especially after
a couple of drinks.

Have dinner with me.

No, thank you,
my niece is expecting me for dinner.

Well, call her,
have her use room service.

She won't mind,
just this once.

No, really, as you pointed out,
I am a married woman.

Young lady,
I offered you a dinner invitation

and nothing more.

Now, you have been cooped
up with all your obligations

for close to
two weeks.

It's time you had an
evening out on your own.

Russell: And you must
be bored to death

with that
hotel restaurant.

So, I'll take you
some place special.

Some place
where, if...

We see any of
my friends,

they'll wonder where
on earth did I find

such a beautiful
young lady.

Really, Mr. Matthews...

No, no, no, go on.

I won't take "no"
for an answer.

Russell: For
a while there,

it was starting to look
like I was turning into

a professional student.

First the bachelor's
degree and the master's...

Then on to a ph.D.

Well, what's
wrong with that?

Well, after all, I wasn't training
for the medical or legal professions.

I was merely studying
world literature.

I could have managed
that in my spare time.

No, the truth is I didn't
know what to do with my life,

and the novel
was taking forever,

so, I settled
on teaching.

And it was then, in the course
of grading essays and the like,

that I discovered in myself a
positive flair for being an editor.

Here we are,
Mr. Matthews.

Would you care for
more coffee, ma'am?

Yes, please.

Albert, more coffee
for the lady.

And you, sir?

Yes, yes,
I'll have another one of these.

Now, you go right ahead.

I tend to dawdle
over my food.

Well, that's all
you're eating?

- Oh, that's quite enough.
- Thank you.

Now, uh, what
was I saying?

You discovered that you
had a flair for editing.

Ah, yes, and I knew
the publishing business

was bound to pay at
least as well as teaching.

Which, by the way,
was beginning to wear thin.

Russell: So, I shopped around
and finally came with broxton's firm,

and I've been
there ever since.

Here you are, sir, is
everything all right?

- Yes, thank you.
- Good.

Thank you, Hugo.

Mr. Matthews...

Why don't we get on
a first-name basis?

I don't mind Russell,
and I'd enjoy calling you Laura.

Well, that's
fine with me.

Russell, can I ask you
a personal question?

Well, you're
free to try.

Do you always
drink that much?

Yes, ha ha.

Yes, I'd say
I do, yes.

Why?

Well, I... I
find it agreeable.

Does it offend you?

Oh, no, no,
not at all.

It's just that I'd
never seen anyone who...

Well, actually,
there was Mr. Edwards, until he quit.

It almost ruined his life.

Well, let me reassure you
that it's not ruining mine.

You see, I have...
I have a firm rule.

Never to begin drinking until
between 5:00 and 6:00 in the evening

and not to stop until
I retire at night.

It's nice of you to be concerned,
but don't be.

I'll even have a
bit of my salad.

Well, I imagine you miss your family,
being away so long.

Oh, yes, very much,

although keeping
busy did help,

but now that the
book's finished...

Oh, uh...

The book
isn't finished.

Those ominous changes
you were concerned about.

Are there a lot?

Russell: Oh, nothing,
nothing to be worrying over.

Now, we'd better eat,
or we'll hurt Hugo's feelings.

Mr. Broxton, I'm still not
sure I fully understand.

Well, it's purely a matter of
enhancing the stories a bit.

Enhancing?

Mr. Broxton: Yes, they
certainly can't suffer

from a touch more
dash and excitement.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I was under the impression
that you liked them the way they are.

But we do, you mustn't
think otherwise.

The rural setting.

The hard winter.

The family's constant
triumphs over adversities.

Their love and
faith in one another.

All rich, rich material.

But all of it must be made as
effective and powerful as possible.

Don't you agree?

Well, yes,
I do, but...

Mr. Broxton: But
you're still confused?

Yes.

You see, Mrs. Wilder...

"Ma bakes a pie,"

is not in and of itself
electrifying drama.

But if ma bakes a pie

as if unaware
or unconcerned...

That outside rages the
worst blizzard of the winter...

And pa is two
hours overdue,

possibly stranded...

In the snowbound
wilderness,

possibly perishing
in that wilderness,

then the routine, domestic
act of baking a pie...

Is transformed into
an act of courage.

Because it serves to allay
the fears of the children,

fears that would engulf
and terrify them,

if she allowed her fears to
come to the surface and be seen.

Does that make it any
clearer... what I'm trying to say?

Yes, yes, it does.

As a matter of fact, I
remember something happened

almost exactly
as you described.

There, you see?

I'll do my best.

And I'll be with you
every step of the way.

In fact, we can go to my
office now and get right to work.

All right.

Mr. Broxton: Fine, fine, here,
why don't you go on ahead, Mrs. Wilder?

I need Russell on
another matter.

Of course.

Mr. Broxton: We'll be
there in a few minutes.

That was an excellent
performance.

I've never
seen you better.

Thank you,
I thought it was necessary.

I don't want her
giving US trouble.

Once we hold that
press conference,

we're committed to a
full advertising campaign.

And if she decides
to have second thoughts,

well, with that clause
in her contract...

Then maybe we should
leave the book alone.

What?

It's been on my mind
for a while.

There's something about
the way her stories are told.

There's a gentleness...

A deep innocence...

That I find
intensely original.

Maybe we should
simply make sure

all the is are dotted
and the ts are crossed

and take our chances
with the book as is.

Are you serious?

It's worth considering.

Now, I had thought after
12 years in the company,

you would have learned more
about the business end of publishing.

I agree with your assessment
of Mrs. Wilder's talent.

But without injecting
more excitement into it,

the book would
never sell, never.

All right.

Leave it to me.

Almanzo!

Good morning,
Mrs. Foster.

Mrs. Foster: Good morning.

A letter from Laura.

Oh, that's a surprise,
she's due home tomorrow.

Oh, probably
just homesick.

Yeah, you're
probably right.

Thank you,
Mrs. Foster.

You're welcome.

Laura: Dearest almanzo,

the changes are taking
longer than I thought.

It could be
another two weeks.

I miss you, so, please
try to understand.

Give Rose a kiss for me.

I love you.

The problem is, I thought I knew
what you and Mr. Broxton wanted.

But when it comes to
actually writing that way...

Well, I'm sorry,
I really am.

Well, I know
you're trying, Laura.

It's just that I am so
close to my characters.

Maybe too close.

It's just hard for me to see
them in certain situations.

I understand.

Now, Laura, would you be
willing to try another approach?

What?

Let me take the first
chapter all by myself

and refashion it a bit.

Russell: Nothing radical that can't
be switched around more to your liking,

but it's the best way
I know to show you.

I suppose.

Russell, I
feel so stupid.

Oh, none of that.

You just go
and relax a bit,

and I'll have that chapter
for you in the morning.

Are you sure this is
the right way to do it?

I mean...

You trust me,
all right?

All right.

Good.

You go home...

And get some rest...

And I'll see you
in the morning.

See you then.

Well?

It's...

It's very
skillfully done.

It's certainly a lot more
exciting than the original.

Mr. Broxton: Exactly!

But it's still the
story that you wrote.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

And quite frankly,
I wouldn't change a word of it.

How do you feel,
Mrs. Wilder?

Well, uh, to
be truthful...

It's very difficult to find
the words to describe it.

Mr. Broxton: Excellent,
excellent, if I may?

Miss prettis?

Have this rushed into
galley proofs right away.

Of course,
Mr. Broxton.

Now, I have a suggestion to make,
and I hope you both will agree with me.

My suggestion is that Russell
continue reworking the rest of the book,

subject as always to any
comments that Mrs. Wilder may have.

That's fine
with me.

Mr. Broxton: See, what I have
here is a fine, fine writing team.

Things sometimes
work that way.

The collaborative effort
is the most effective.

Naturally, only Laura Ingalls
Wilder will be listed as the author.

What do you say,
Mrs. Wilder?

I suppose it's best.

Mr. Broxton: Good.

Good, I can't tell you how pleased I am,
how very pleased indeed.

Laura: It was quite an
experience watching Russell work.

He knew exactly
what he was doing.

And, true to his word,
he never took a drink

until he was finished
for the day.

On the evening before
the press reception,

I gave the galley proofs
of the book to Jenny to read.

Aunt Laura?

I finished it.

Well?

It's very different.

Well, that's
what I thought,

but Mr. Matthews and
Mr. Broxton don't think so.

Well,
I'm sure it'll be a big success, but...

I don't know any
of these people.

The way that you
wrote about them,

I could see them
and feel them.

Go on, Jenny, please.

The way it is now,

why, aunt Laura, how can you even
think of allowing your name on that book?

It's a lie!

I'm sorry.

I know I shouldn't
say a thing like that,

but it's true.

It's all right,
Jenny.

It's all right.

Broxton: And the winner of
first prize for poetry...

Mr. Robert Holmes.

Thank you, I don't...

I mean, it...

It's hard
to know what...

But... just...

Just... thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm afraid there's been some
delay in the arrival of Mrs. Wilder.

Where on earth
have you been?

I'm sorry,
I've had a very difficult decision to make.

Come on, you're keeping
the entire room waiting.

No, please, I have
to explain something.

You can tell me
about it later.

Come on,
excuse me.

Ah, here she is now!

I was almost afraid
you weren't coming.

Mr. Broxton,
I'm sorry, but...

It's perfectly all right,
so long as you're here.

Russell: Come on, Jenny,
let's take a seat over here.

Come along.

Mr. Broxton...

Ladies and gentlemen,
the winner of first prize for the novel...

Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I'm sure Mrs. Wilder
has a few things to say.

Finding myself...

In the middle of the
successful world of publishing,

with all the talk
of possible money...

Fame...

It's a very hard thing...

For a simple girl from
the country to deal with.

There's a feeling of...

Confusion...

That I've never
known before.

All of a sudden,

nothing's simple...

Nothing at all.

It's even hard to tell
what's really right.

Most especially...

Putting my name on a book
that really isn't mine anymore...

And accepting
money for that.

I'm sorry.

That's all I can say.

Please excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there's plenty of champagne!

Please bear with US!

She's not going to
take that award?

Well, I can't...

Laura: It all
happened so gradually.

Gentlemen, if you'll
excuse me, please.

Young lady,

am I to understand from that
peculiar speech you just delivered

that you are
backing out of this?

Yes, Mr. Broxton,

and I can't tell
you how sorry I am.

Then why on earth couldn't you
have reached that decision before now?

Well,
I tried to explain it to both of you

before you put me up in
front of all those people.

All right, all right.

You've absolutely
made up your mind?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

This is what's left
of the cash advance.

It's nearly $40.

I'll pay back the rest
as soon as I can.

That will be
acceptable.

And in time, all
the other expenses.

That won't be necessary.
We knew your terms,

and gambled...

The fact that we lost is
our financial responsibility.

I really would be terribly
upset if I ruined your reception.

Young lady, the only
thing that is ruined

is the rare opportunity
you choose to cast aside.

Mr. Broxton: The instant your
approval clause went into the contract,

I began thinking
of contingencies.

While I may be lacking
in certain attributes,

I am not a foolish man.

I have acquired a novel
from a young man

with not a thumbnail
of your talent,

which Russell will easily transform
into something quite respectable.

The author I speak of
is here today as a guest.

I will now surprise him
with this good news.

I wish you a
pleasant trip home.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Russell.

I admire you
a great deal.

Come on, Jen.

Laura!

Russell: Laura!

There's something I'd like to say,
if you don't mind.

I think I'll wait downstairs.

Run along.

What is it?

Listen, I know
broxton too well.

He's not saying a word
to his new young author

till there's been time
for you to reconsider,

and I beg you to do so.

Russell, the decision's
already been made.

You're a fool, you
know that? A fool!

I know what a success that book can be,
I can smell it.

And you're just going
to throw it all away,

a chance I'd give anything to have,
just once,

and you throw it away.

I don't understand.

You can do anything
you want to.

You can reach
any heights.

Russell, I know how well you write,
I've seen it.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's true!

Of course,
I'm a marvelously gifted writer

just as long as I'm redoing
somebody else's material.

Russell: Why do you
think I spend my life

cooped up in a musty
office for $20 a week?

Because in
my entire life,

I've never turned out one
acceptable paragraph of my own.

Do you have any idea
what that has to feel like?

Champagne, sir?

- Well, now...
- Madame?

Could anything
be more opportune?

Yes, perhaps I shall.

A fitting occasion,
I must say, to break my rule.

To you, dear Laura.

Go right ahead,

if it will help you wash down
all your noble-sounding lies.

What?

The only reason
why you drink

is because
you're afraid.

Afraid?
Afraid of what?

To write.

To do what you
know you can do.

Laura: Russell,
that takes courage,

to expose yourself
to the world.

I know!

I was scared to death
when I sent in my manuscript.

But I guess courage just
isn't in your department,

is it, Russell?

You'd rather go on hiding
behind your job as an editor...

And drink.

Russell, I
need you in here.

Is that so?

Yes, that's so.

I'm sorry,
broxton, I'm busy.

With what?

I have a novel
to finish,

and I'm damn well
going to finish it.

Broxton: Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the new first place
winner for the novel,

Mr. Casey Johnson.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm very proud to win this award tonight.

I certainly
didn't expect to,

but now that Laura
didn't take it, well...

I'll take the
money and run.

First thing I've ever
had published...

Michael Landon: 40 years
later, Laura Ingalls Wilder

finally had her
first book published.

It was only the first of many

in the now-famous
"little house" series

that is so popular today.

This time, no one
made any changes.