All language subtitles for Friendly.Persuasion.1956.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG_3_English

[instrumental music]

♪ Thee I love ♪

♪ More than the meadow ♪

♪ So green and still ♪

♪ More than the mulberries ♪

♪ On the hill ♪

♪ More than the buds ♪

♪ On the May apple tree ♪

♪ I love thee ♪

♪ Arms have I ♪

♪ Strong as the oak ♪

♪ For this occasion ♪

♪ Lips have I ♪

♪ To kiss thee too ♪

♪ And friendly persuasion ♪

♪ Thee is mine ♪

♪ Though I don't know ♪

♪ Many words of praise ♪

♪ Thee pleasures me ♪

♪ In a hundred ways ♪

♪ Put on your bonnet ♪

♪ Your cape and your glove ♪

♪ And come with me ♪

♪ For thee I love ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[Jess]
This is Samantha,
my mother's pet goose.

Mama loves her.

Just like one of the family.

But I hate that bird,
and she hates me.

She's mean and sneaky
and full of tricks.

It seems like
every first day morning

when we're ready to go to meetin'

and I got on
my best Sunday clothes..

Samantha.

[instrumental music]

Ow!

[groans]

Keep thee off, sister!

I'll blow thee up with a cannon!

[quacking]

Someday I'll drown thee

thee-the old quacker!

Little Jess,
what is thee saying, child?

Samantha tried
to bite my legs off.

Next time I'll throw
her down the well.

Here, here, Samantha.

See, Little Jess?

Speak to her kindly.

She'll not bite thee.

She's a pure pet, Samantha is.

She's a s-snake on stilts.

I'll put her
on the chopping block

and chop her head off.

Hush, hush!

Let's have no more talk
of killing.

Run upstairs now and fetch
thy brother and sister.

We'll be late for meeting.

[scorning]

- Uh, blackberry pie?
- Yes, blackberry pie.

No need to stick thy finger
in it to find out.

No dilly-dallying now.
Go fetch Mattie and Josh.

[Mattie]
'Well..'

Perhaps..

Well..

This afternoon?

Alright.

[Little Jess laughing]

What's thee talking
to thyself for?

I'm not talking to myself.

Who was thee talking to, then?

I don't see nobody.

Thee knows what happens
to eavesdroppers? Their ears..

[both]
'Get long as hounds' dogs.'

Mama says to hurry.

I am, but I have
to finish my toiletty.

What's a toiletty?

Something thee
wouldn't know about

because thee doesn't wash.

Please leave my boudoir.

"Please leave my boudoir."

- Little Jess, does thee..
- Huh?

Does thee think I'm pretty?

Thee's not ugly.

Well, I guess thee's pretty,
for a girl.

- Well, thank thee.
- Thee's welcome.

Powie! I got Jeff Davis!

Powie! I got
old Stonewall Jackson!

Powie! I got
Little Jess Birdwell.

Thee meet the real Stonewall
Jackson coming down the pike

and thee won't feel so feisty.

Come on, get up.

What would thee do
if thee met old Stonewall?

Mama told thee
not to talk about the war.

Well, mama says for thee
to hurry up.

She's the preacher.

Meeting can't start
till she gets there.

And anyway Caleb Cope and me

are riding our horses to meeting.

Thee has longer arms.
Thee like that--

Oh, look, there's pa
warmin' up Red Rover.

Where?

[instrumental music]

How a horse can look so fast
and move so slow beats me.

You can hitch him up, Enoch.

You got him nice and warm
this morning.

Whoa, Mildred.

Hello there.

Heh. Guess I'm lost.

Must have gotten the wrong road.

[neigh]

My! Quite a looker, that horse.

Oh, he's a looker, alright.

Say, maybe you can help me.

I'm trying to find
that Methodist church.

Well, the first turn's
at the crossroads

bear right for three miles.

Is thee preaching
there this morning?

- Who's preaching there?
- Thee?

- Who?
- Thee?

Me?

Oh, ha ha ha.

Oh, that's a dandy. Ha-ha.

Son, I'm not a man of the cloth.

I sell organs.

Now, what in thunderation
is all this theeing

and thouing about?

Bible talk in honor
of the Sabbath?

No, we talk that way
weekdays, too.

Oh, well, excuse me,
but it sounds mighty queer.

- Who's we?
- Quakers.

Oh, Quakers.

Have you folks
got a church around here?

Yes. We call it a meeting house.

It's just beyond
the Methodist church.

Oh, uh, hast thou an organ
in thine meeting house, friend?

No. We don't hold
with music playing.

What, no organ?

Ha ha. Dear me.

Why, a church without
an organ is like a..

Like a tree without a bird.

You wait till
I get through talkin'

to that minister of yours.

'He'll never be content
until he buys an organ.'

Well, I wish thee luck
with the Quaker preacher.

Uh, three miles over, take the
main road, turn to the right.

I got it.

Thank you. Uh, thee.

Giddyap.

Now, look, Mildred.

There is a horse.

[chuckles]

- I'm going by Caleb's, pa.
- Alright, son.

Red Rover, that man
paid thee a compliment.

[neigh]

- If he only knew.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Listen, Red

just don't slow down
when thee hears Sam Jordan

coming behind us, and..

And, by sugar, we'll stay
out in front today.

[Eliza]
'Thee say something, Jess?'

Oh, I was just-just
soothing Red Rover.

If thee talked as much
to the almighty

as thee does to that horse

thee might stand more
squarely in the light.

Sounds like thy sermon
has already begun, Eliza.

Why, Jess, I thought
thee liked my preaching.

Now, Eliza, thee has
the prettiest pulpit voice

I ever heard.

And thee says the truest words.

Especially during silent meeting?

And this morning,
thee looks like a girl.

Where's Little Jess?
Mattie!

I'm coming, mama.

[squawking]

Thou just now came
in the nick of time.

[squawking continues]

[cows bellowing]

- Goodbye, folks.
- Goodbye, Enoch.

Good luck, Mr. Birdwell.

Why does Enoch always wish thee

good luck every Thursday morning?

Well, I guess it's because he

he wishes me luck.

Tsk, tsk, hep!

[squawking]

[instrumental music]

[horses clopping]

[music continues]

Hey, papa, look!

It's thy friend Sam Jordan, Jess.

No need to look.
I can feel it.

[laughing]

Gard's with him!

Mattie, Little Jess

stop craning thy neck
at the Jordans.

It isn't seemly.

Yes, mama.

They sure are a-comin'.

Jess, thee's not
urging thy horse?

Well, not urging, Eliza,
just encouraging a mite.

See?

[horses galloping]

No, Oh-h-h!

Oh!

[laughing]

[dramatic music]

Come on, Red Rover!

Sit down, Little Jess.

[music continues]

Come on, Prince!

Come on, lazybones!

Oh!

Come on, Prince.
Good boy.

[dramatic music]

Jess, Jess, what's
gotten into thee?

[music continues]

Morning, Mattie.

[music continues]

- Morning, Eliza.
- Morning, Jess.

[horses galloping]

Come on, papa!

Come on, Prince!

- Come back! Come back!
- Mama!

Little Jess!
Let go! Let go!

[Sam]
'Come on, Prince.'

[music continues]

[coughing]

Whoa.

Whoa.

[instrumental music]

[chuckling]

Whoa, Prince.

[music continues]

[bell ringing]

Mama, Gard winked at Mattie.

[gasps]
He did not!

I saw him.

Gard wouldn't do
such a vulgar thing.

[Little Jess chuckles]

[bell ringing]

I hope nobody saw us.

Me, too.

Jess, I want to come to meeting

with nothing in my heart
but peace and love.

[bell ringing]

Red Rover

thee gives me a pain.

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chattering]

[coughing]

[bird chirping]

♪ One eternal day ♪

♪ There God the son
forever reigns ♪

♪ And shatters night away ♪

♪ Filled with delight
my raptured soul ♪

♪ Will here no longer stay ♪

♪ Oh joyous waits
our rendezvous ♪

♪ Fearless I launch away ♪♪

[birds chirping]

[coughing]

[sighs]

Last week,
I had my 80th birthday.

And I'd like to bear witness

toproverbs

first chapter, 33rd verse.

"Whoso harkeneth unto me

"shall dwell safely

and shall be quiet
from fear of evil."

Amen, Emma. Amen.

I want to ask the prayers
of everyone here

to help me to be less worldly

less concerned
about my appearance

to mind my tongue

and especially have the strength

not to wear earrings.

I've never spoken
in meeting before

but I feel so happy this morning

I'd like to share my happiness

with everyone in the whole world.

And to thank our Heavenly Father.

God is love!

Uh!

[horse clopping]

[birds chirping]

- Is this it?
- Yes, sir.

[door closing]

- Won't thee come in, friend?
- Thank you.

Ma'am, you're the minister of
this meeting, are you not?

I am. One of them.

My name is Major Harvey.

Won't thee sit down, friend?

Thank you, no.

I have had the duty
placed upon me

of speaking to you Quakers
about the war.

It is a matter much on our minds
and in our prayers.

But your men don't fight in it.

Some have.

But you do not encourage them.

We do not encourage them.

Ma'am, the union
has endured two years

of bloody civil war.

Thousands have given
their lives in battle

to free our country from slavery.

We are opposed to slavery.

But we do not believe it right

to kill one man to free another.

Ma'am, it's not going
to be a question

of fighting for freedom
or principle

but of protecting our own towns

our own homes from attack.

Would you men stand by

while others die to protect you?

You look like a boy who could

give a good account of himself.

Oh, I've been tempted to fight.

I guess the good Lord knows why.

I mean..

...sometimes I get
the sinful wish

to get into a scrap.

So I got to watch myself
closer than most people.

So I'll just stay away
from the war

'cause if I ever got into it,
I'd be a goner.

And you, son.

Are you ready to put up
with looting and killing

without lifting a finger?

Are you afraid to fight?

I don't know.

Well, here at last
is an honest answer.

I don't wish to offend,
but how many of you

are hiding behind your church
to save your skins?

'Do you think it's right to let
others do the fighting for you?'

To protect your lives
and your property?

Well, why don't you speak up?

I'll speak up.

Nothing could ever induce me

to bear arms against
my fellow man.

Burn my house, destroy my crops

attack my family.

'And I declare to all.'

And especially to thee,
Josh Birdwell

wavering in thy convictions

nothing can move me to violence.

Nothing!

It seems friend Purdy
has already been moved

to considerable violence.

I must doubt any of us
here could say with surety

what we would do
in case of attack.

Mr. Birdwell, I have my doubts
as to the strength

of thy convictions, too.

I have my own doubts.

I've often asked myself

what I would do
if I saw my family endangered

my... my wife and children
threatened.

If the test comes

all I can say is, I hope and pray

I can be an instrument
of the Lord.

That test is coming.

It may well be so, friend.

Let us pray that the will of God

be revealed to us

and we be given the strength

and grace to follow his will.

Lord, let thy children

partake of thy love
and the love of all men

rendering not evil for evil

nor violence for violence done.

Let swords be changed
into plowshares

and spears into pruning hooks

and children of peace
learn war no more.

Forever.

[all]
Amen.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[bell ringing]

[instrumental music]

Eliza, what does thee like
about that shifty-eyed bird?

Why, Jess.

She marches along so lordly-like.

She marched real lordly

through about two pecks of young
strawberries this morning.

[squawking]

[hoof beats]

[instrumental music]

- Hello, Gard.
- Hello, Josh.

- You home on leave?
- Yeah, got a week's furlough.

Hello, Little Jess,
Mrs. Birdwell.

- Hello, Gard.
- Hello. Oh!

- Hello, Mr. Birdwell.
- Hello, Gard.

- Mattie.
- Hello.

I came over to apologize

about that little brush
last Sunday.

It wasn't my idea.

We know that, Gard.

Jess is going to get us
a real nice, slow horse

that doesn't have
any racing ideas.

- Did thee shoot any rebs?
- Little Jess!

What are they like?

They're just people like us.

Oh. But did thee shoot any?

Let's have no more talk
of war and-and killing.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Come on in and sit, Gard.

Thank you.

You folks going
to the county fair?

Can we, ma?

I used to like the fair, Gard

but I'm afraid it's come
to be no place for us.

Well, they've got
some fine exhibits

needlework, livestock, poultry..

and geese!

Eliza, it might be just the place

to pick us up a nice slow horse.

Thee go, Jess.

The fair's come to have
so many sideshows

freaks, dancing--

Dancing? What does thee
know about dancing, mama?

She knows a thing or two.

Did mama ever dance?

Jess, that was 20 years ago.

20 years exactly, come October.

I was courting her.

But did mama dance?

No, child.

She was tempted to lift her foot

but she married me instead.

[Mattie]
'Did thee propose then and there?'

Gard, dinner's ready.
Won't thee stay and eat with us?

Well, thank you, ma'am,
I'd be pleased to.

What about the fair?

- Come on, Josh, Jess.
- Can we go, papa?

There's no point
in putting temptation

in the children's paths.

We'd resist it, mama!

We'd resist it
as well as thee did, mama!

Why can't we go, papa?

Oh, she'll never let us go.

Mama's so strait-laced.

Well, maybe I can
loosen up a few laces.

Oh, papa.

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

Isn't that fascinating,
ladies and gentlemen?

Isn't it horrible?

'This shining blade
with the razor-edged blade'

'will pass through his mouth'

'through his throat,
into his very vitals.'

'And here we have Flame-O
the human volcano.'

'Do not deprive your children'

'of this wonderful
educational act.'

- Let's get away from here.
- I promised Caleb I'd meet him.

Mattie, I want thee to look at
the quilting booths with me.

Eliza, If thee wants
to see quilts

and Josh wants to meet Caleb

and I'd like to see
the livestock.

Let's meet..

...over here by the harvesting
machine in one hour.

Thee stay with me, Little Jess.

Oh, Josh, there's a rock exhibit

I think thee and Caleb
might find edifying.

- Rocks?
- Come along.

I'm hungry.
I want some candy.

Thee's had thy breakfast.
Come along.

But... I'm thirsty, mama.

Thee's had thy breakfast.

Hit the squirrel
down three times, my friends

and you get a beautiful prize.

'It's a hit!'

How's that?

[male #1]
'Got him!'

Howdy, Mr. Birdwell.

Say, you're an old
squirrel shooter.

Come on, I'll treat you.

Give that man a rifle!
Another marksman here.

That squirrel sits so still,
he makes me nervous.

Uh, never mind the comments.
Just hit the..

'He did hit the squirrel!
Marvelous.'

Say, where's Mattie?

Well, they're over
by the quilting booth.

- See you later.
- Thanks, Gard.

[male #1]
'Alright, folks,
the man's about to shoot.'

'He hit it again!'

[instrumental music]

Oh.

Little Jess.

Little Jess?

Mattie, thee wait right here.

'Little Jess?'

[music continues]

You've won yourself one of these
beautiful prizes here.

One of these beautiful prizes.

One ofthese beautiful prizes.

Them prizes was made
and manufactured

by Pierre of Paris, France.

You heard of him?

I ain't, either.

Alright, the man's
having a hard time

to make up his mind here.

[chuckling]
For Eliza?

- No, thanks.
- Oh, now wait a minute.

You won it fair and square.

I insist upon you taking it, my
friend.

There, pair of garters
for your wife to wear

or your sweetheart, just as..

...just as soon as you
get out of mourning.

Come on, Jess. I want
to show you something.

[indistinct chattering]

How about a little
demonstration, professor?

Well, now, I'd just
be delighted. Delighted.

Step right in, gentlemen.
Step in.

Nothing would please me more.

Uh, low bridge.

Well, Mr. Birdwell,
come in. Come right in.

Gentlemen, welcome
to my organatorium.

Just make yourself at home.

A temple of temptations.

Full of instruments of the devil.

Now, gentlemen, I would like
to have you take a good look

at this magnificent instrument.

Now, isn't that a beauty?

Just as smooth as silk
and as fine as broad's hair.

[indistinct chattering]

I'll pay two to one

if you guess the shell
which contains the pea.

Alright.

Boy, will you take your chin
off the board?

You might tip it over.

Now you see there's
nothing under this shell.

Nothing under this shell.

And the little pea rests
right there

and I put this shell over it.

Now, we move the shell.

Watch very closely.

'Now, where is
the elusive little pea?'

[cheering]

He is mighty sharp!

Dime to quarter,
your quarter, your quarter.

Boy, would you go away?

[indistinct chatter]

48 reeds plus the tubamirivalous.

How many stops?

Aha! So you know organs.

It has eight stops
and this Vox Humana.

Cries like a baby,
sighs like a woman.

I'm partial to music,
but I'm a Quaker,

and they're against music.

Ah... the Quaker.

Why, certainly,
I remember. Distinctly.

Thee, thy, thou, they, of course.

But I want you to know, sir,
I honor your prejudices

uh... convictions.

Now, boys, let me
tell you something.

There are two kinds of music

just the same as there are

two kinds of women.

The uplifting kind, and the, uh

oh, here, you take the banjo.

Now there, there is an instrument

that stirs up
a man's worst passions.

[singing indistinctly]

[Gard]
Come on, Mattie.

- No.
- Come on.

[singing continues]

Preach!

Preach, ma'am!

- Preach!
- Preach!

[applause]

Oh!

Thank thee, kindly.

Watch very closely.
We go again.

Ow!

♪ Beware of the owl ♪

♪ Who's waiting to howl ♪

♪ Especially beware of the crow ♪

♪ Of the crow ♪

♪ O-w-w ♪♪

Oh, by George, that
was wonderful!

[male #2]
'This is that rare, silver process.'

'You can see the fine work
of Professor Grady.'

'Now, here's a foremost..'

Now, where is the little pea?

[cheering]

[male #3]
'We lost more of..'

Here's yours, the quarter.
Here we go again.

Jess! Jess!

[indistinct chattering]

Thank you, madam, thank you!

Well, everything's
back to normal now.

[singing continues]

[chuckling]

Now just a minute.
Place your fingers right there.

That's it. Now... pump.

[instrumental music]

Wonderful!

Why, friend Birdwell,
you've got a real touch

a real, natural-born touch.

Ice-cold lemonade here!

'Who'll have a cold drink?'

[laughing]

'Ice-cold lemonade!'

[singing continues]

[male #4]
'Ice-cold lemonade.'

[instrumental music]

Jess, come along.

Yahoo!

[laughing]

Mattie.

Has thee forgotten thyself?

Oh, Mrs. Birdwell, I'm to blame.

Mattie didn't want to dance.

I-I made her do it.

Come along, Mattie.
Let's look for thy father.

Oh, Mrs. Birdwell,
it's my last day of furlough.

Well, I-I mean, I was hoping that

Mattie could stay
with me for a while.

Gardner, thy duties as a soldier

and Mattie's as a Quaker,
lie far apart.

God bless thee, Gard.

Come along, Mattie.

Goodbye, Mattie.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckling]
That was a mighty fine fight.

That's a mighty fine fight.

Right over here,
here's your coat.

Alright now, men,
now's your chance

'to get the Billy Goat.'

Who'd like to give me
a silver dollar here?

There's a one man here
who'd like to..

Hey, Caleb Cope.

There's the man that
can throw the Billy Goat.

- Which one is that?
- Right there.

Oh, you mean the Quaker man here?

- Yes, sir.
- Come on in here, Quaker man.

[all cheering]

You shouldn't fight, Caleb.

This ain't fighting, Josh.

This is just friendly wrestling.

Go get him, Quaker.

[indistinct chatter]

Alright, gentlemen,
may the best man win.

Okay. Let's go.

[crowd cheering]

Come on, Caleb.
Come on.

[cheering continues]

Oh!

[cheering continues]

Oh!

Oh!

Did I hurt your arm?

Come on,
what's the matter with you?

You didn't hurt me.
Let's go.

No, thanks.

Come on, come on, let's go.
What's the matter with you?

[crowd cheering]

[male #5]
'The Quaker boy quit!'

- Why didn't you kiss him?
- Quitter!

Quitter!

[indistinct chatter]

- Now, hold on, you two.
- And I wanna talk to you.

Look, leave him alone.

It's against
his principle to fight.

Well, I bet money on him.

It's against
my principles to lose it.

I think you're in with the boss.

- No, sir.
- Then why did you stop for?

- He's a Quaker.
- Oh, shut up.

Who wants to hear you?

Will you let him alone.
These boys believe in--

I know! They believe in
loving their neighbor.

Well, I'm their neighbor.

Do you still love me?

I feel sorry for thee, friend.

- Thee feel sorry for me?
- Yes.

Don't let him talk
to you that way.

Milksop.

If thee wants to hit
someone, friend, hit me.

You want to be hit?
It'll be a pleasure.

I'll take a whack at him.

Throwing a fight, Quaker?

Come on, show me.

What's up with you, Quaker boy?

What's the trouble, friend?

Another friend.

Thee needs cooling off, friend.

Hey, let me up!

Jess!

Is thee having an altercation?

Okay, let's break it up.
Come on.

[instrumental music]

Fighting, dancing, gambling.

Wrestling, and..

- Sleeve holders.
- Sleeve holders?

I never saw any sleeve holders
like that before.

They're from, uh,
Pierre in Paris.

[instrumental music]

- Listen, thee dirty--
- Little Jess.

But, mama, he took my hat.

[a cappella music]

It's gonna be a pretty day.

Be hot the other side
of the Ohio, though.

I wish thee didn't have
to make this trip.

It's too close
to the war to be safe.

Now, Eliza,
I have to see my customers

this time of the year.

Leave Josh at home, then.

He's so young
to be exposed to danger.

Thee can't keep him tied to thy
apron strings all his life.

This trip will be good for him.

[footsteps]

Horse is hitched,
bags stowed away, we're off.

Let's go, pa.

Is thee so anxious
to leave home, son?

I want to see Ohio, mama.

I'll miss thee.

Come on, pa.

Take good care of Josh, Jess.

God bless and keep thee.

And Jess.

Jess, see if thee
can't get rid of that horse.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[crickets chirping]

[music continues]

- Afternoon.
- Howdy.

Man of the house around?

Oh, ain't no man
in this house since pa died.

And, uh, Mrs. Huds..
Hudspeth?

[female #1]
'Yeah, ma's here.'

Hey, ma!

Couple of men to see ya!

Hey, ma! Men!

[cows bellowing]

Men!

[dog barking]

Ma's comin'.

Hi.

Hello.

[cow bellowing]

[birds chirping]

- Mrs. Hudspeth?
- Uh, that's me.

I'm Jess Birdwell,
the nurseryman.

I have first-class
nursery stock for sale.

Uh, what kind you got?

Everything in orchard fruits,
if he likes apple trees

there's maiden's blush,
ram blowers, wine saps.

In the berry line,
thee can have thy choice

there's raspberries,
gooseberries, and the like.

- Uh, this your boy?
- Yes, ma'am, this is Joshua.

Meet my girls,

This is Opal, Ruby,
she's my baby and Pearl.

Gems, every one of them.

Uh, girls, meet Joshua.

- Hello.
- Back!

Well, uh, don't overdo it, girls.

Well, come in the house,
Mr. Birdwell.

Let's talk business in comfort.

Sit down, son.

They won't bite you.

Menfolk's are so scarce
around here

the girls get carried away
at the sight of one.

But I keep telling them,
easy does it.

Ain't that right, Mr. Birdwell?

Well, as a Quaker,
I've always been

against violence, Mrs. Hudspeth.

A Quaker, huh?

Well, I guessed as much
from the way you talk.

All that theeing and thying.

Well, if I put my mind to it

I can say you or yours
if it suits thee.

Oh, no, sir.

Pleased to meet thee.
Are these thy daughters?

Prettiest talk I ever heard.

Makes me feel
kind of... romantic.

Come on, sit down, Mr. Birdwell.

Let's talk business back here.

Uh, you been on the road long?

Oh, about ten days.

- Heading home tomorrow.
- Oh?

See any rebel raiders?

Oh, everything peaceful
all the way.

I hope you're right.

What if them ruffians
come thieving around here

with nobody on the farm
but four defenseless women?

I... sh-shudder to think of it.

About that nursery stock,
Mrs. Hudspeth--

Uh, first, I'd like you
to look at my south 40

and tell me what kind
of orchard stock

you think would be best there.

Opal.

- 'Opal!'
- Yes, ma?

Go hitch up Lady.

We'll drive my mare, Mr. Birdwell

and give your animal a rest.

Say, uh..

...we can bed you down
for the night.

Well, that's very kind, but, uh--

Oh, now, no buts.

Glad to have some men around
the house for a change.

- Ruby!
- Yes, ma.

Go lay out some
clean beddin', will you?

- Alright, ma.
- Well, get goin'.

Pearl, take care of Josh
while we're gone.

Yeah, ma.

[cow bellowing]

Now you just set right back here.

Uh, I don't want to be a bother.

You ain't no bother.

Sure is a nice place
thee has here.

- Want a smoke?
- Oh, I don't smoke.

- Want a drink?
- No. I don't drink either.

- Thee have one.
- Not unless you do.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[Jess]
'Is this a Narragansett pacer?'

Yes. You know that breed?

Yes, ma'am. Thee's a favored
woman, Mrs. Hudspeth.

That mare ain't got
but one real fault

she won't be passed.

- Won't be passed?
- 'No, sir.'

Well, what's the fault in that?

I've got three
marriageable daughters.

A man ain't got
any heart for courting a girl

he can't catch up with,
let alone, pass.

Well, it shouldn't be too hard

to find a horse that's
willing to be passed.

[male #6]
'Whoa, Abigail!'

Oh, that's old whiskey Pete.

He ain't drawed a sober
breath in 30 years.

[horse neighing]

Whoa, lady!

[dramatic music]

Fool's always trying
to sway somebody.

Come on, boy!
Come on!

- Whoa!
- Come on.

Whoa!

Whoa, Lady!

Old drunk.

[dramatic music]

Why don't you let her out?

Don't fight her, ma'am.
Let her go, let her go.

No, sir. I'm gonna
learn this confound mare.

She's got to be passed.

'Whoa!'

Put my hat on.
Pull it down.

No, not that far!

- Lady.
- What are you doing?

It's alright, ma'am.
It's alright.

Lady, that's the girl.

[indistinct]

[dramatic music]

Easy, Lady, easy.

[whistles]

Sorry, ma'am, I kind
of overreached myself

grabbing the reins that way.

Oh, don't apologize.

For a man,
that's a suitable thing

to beat another man in a race
on a public road.

Mrs. Hudspeth, do you ever
think about getting thy girls

a horse a mite more
maidenly acting.

Oh... I've thought of it.

Um, you got
a stylish animal, Mr. Birdwell.

Oh, Red Rover's a looker alright.

- Got racing notions?
- No, ma'am! No!

Not that he can't
pick up his heels a bit

but racing is a thing
he's got no stomach for.

Oh, you wouldn't consider
a trade, I reckon?

I-I don't know.

A strong-minded animal like this

can be a plaguing nuisance.

A forceful man like yourself

could learn her better
in no time, if he's a mind to.

Well... seems
a likely exchange.

Then let's shake on it,
Mr. Birdwell.

Don't leave it hanging in midair.

[instrumental music]

♪ A handsome young drummer
came by in the spring ♪

♪ With beautiful laces in cases ♪

♪ I'm sorry, she said ♪

♪ I can't buy anything ♪

♪ 'Tis love that I need ♪

♪ More than laces ♪

Hey!

♪ Won't you marry me ♪

♪ Marry me ♪

♪ Up to the altar
please carry me ♪

♪ Give me combs for my curls ♪

♪ Made of silver and pearls ♪

♪ And a two-penny
bridal bouquet ♪

♪ Hurry up hurry up ♪

Back!

♪ Hitch that old horse
to the surrey up ♪

♪ And I'll vow to be true
to no one but you ♪

♪ So marry me marry me do ♪

♪ Dear lady the handsome
young drummer replied ♪

♪ The whole situation's
bewildering ♪

♪ Last winter the cold ♪

♪ Carried off my poor bride ♪

♪ If you wanna take care ♪

♪ Of six children ♪

♪ Come and marry me ♪

♪ Marry me ♪

♪ Pack your valises
and marry me ♪♪

[instrumental music]

Mama!

Mama!

Mama, they're coming!

[squawking]

Jess!

Papa!

Hey, Little Jess.

- Hi, Josh.
- Jess.

Josh, I'm glad to have thee home.

Jess.

Oh, you'll break my ribs.

I'll get the bags, pa.

I'm glad to have thee back.
I missed thee.

I missed thee, Eliza.

[Eliza]
'Come inside.
Thee must be hungry.'

- 'Where's Mattie?'
- 'She'll be back soon.'

Papa?

Papa, where'd thee
get this horse?

Jess! Thee kept thy word.

Oh! Thee got rid of Red Rover.

Glad to see you, Mr. Birdwell.

Jess... is this horse well?

Well, there's nothing to
fear on that score, Eliza.

She's not much
to look at, I admit

but if thee doesn't mind that--

Mind? Oh, this is the very horse
I've been praying for.

A good, plain animal

that won't fill every man

on the pike with racing ideas.

Oh, Lady will discourage
racing ideas, I promise thee.

Come inside.
Thee must be starved.

We haven't had a good meal
since we left home.

I'll be in in a minute.

I'll help thee
unhitch her, Enoch.

[instrumental music]

[Quigley]
'This looks like the place, Mildred.'

Hello there! Good evening!

It certainly is good
to see you again.

Whoa!

There we are.

Well, well, well, good evening.
Good evening.

You know, it is certainly
a pleasure to see you.

Ooh! This is a joy that
I've been waiting for

so I offer you my salutations

my felicitations,
and my congratulations.

- What for?
- What for?

Why, ma'am, this organ

the world's finest.

Oh, ho. You've got a treat
coming to you.

Just hold your breath.

Now, look at that.

Isn't that a beauty?

'Genuine walnut, not an inch
of unornamented wood'

in the entire cabinet.

Good evening, brother Birdwell.

Hello there.
Well, well, well.

Jess, there must be some mistake.

This gentleman says
thee's mixed up

with this musical instrument.

Mixed is scarcely
the word for it.

It's gone beyond courting
to marriage.

Oh, ho. Your husband..

thy husband is now the owner

the proud and lucky owner
of a Pacemen Clark.

- What?
- This organ.

This substitute on earth
for choiring angels.

Well, Father Birdwell

why keep the little
lady in suspense?

Come on, you just give me a hand

and we'll get it inside.

We must step delicately.

My wife is a Quaker minister.

Well, you may-may know all about
Quaker ministers

but I know women.

What a woman wants
is a good, firm hand

and a strong voice.

- Not Eliza.
- Bah!

Oh, madam, you just wait

until you hear your husband

when he seats himself
at this console.

You know, you are married
to an artist.

Jess, I forbid thee
to have this instrument.

Forbid, Eliza?

For thy own sake, Jess, I forbid.

Eliza, when thee
asks or-or suggests.

I'm like putty in thy hands

but when thee forbids

thee is barking up
the wrong tree.

Come on, Quigley.

I don't know what's
come over thee, Jess

bringing a-a thing like this here

and me, a recorded minister.

Jess, thee order
that instrument back

to where it came from.

I bought it, and I'm
going to keep it.

I don't know what's
come over thee, Jess Birdwell.

I'm warning thee

if thee takes that instrument

into the house, I go out.

Thee make thy choice.

Thee can have that instrument

or thee can have thy wife.

But both, thee cannot have.

Well, come on, Quigley.

Help me get it in.

- Joshua!
- Yes, ma?

Will thee please fetch my shawl?

And my bible?

What does thee plan to do, Eliza?

If that... thing goes
into the house

I go to the barn.

The barn?

Did thee have something
to say to me, professor?

Me? No.

Well, Jess..

[gasps]

Well, come on, Quigley.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Josh, will thee see if there's

anything thy mother needs?

Stop it!

Mattie, will thee
please stop playing?

Go sit over there.

Why?

I don't know why.
Just sit.

[knock on door]

[Sam]
'Good evening, Jess.'

Oh, come in, Sam.

Just felt like visiting.

Good evening, children.

Good evening, Mr. Jordan.

I heard you had a new horse.

I'd like to get a look at it.

Well, it's kind of late, Sam.

Oh. Is this horse
an early sleeper?

[chuckles]

Oh, well, anytime.

- How are you, Mattie?
- Fine, thank thee.

- Little Jess?
- Fine.

How's Eliza?

Mama's fine.

How does thee know?

Oh? Is she away from home?

Thee might say so.

Uh, church work?

Thee could call it that.

Mm-hmm.

Papa, mother needs
another comforter.

That old straw goes
right through her blanket.

Oh, uh..

Hello, Mr. Jordan.

Hello, Josh.

Straw? Blanket?

Thee may as well know it, Sam.

Eliza has taken up
residence in the barn.

The barn?

We... we had a slight

difference of opinion.

Oh?

[chuckles]

Papa bought this

and mama won't
stay in the house..

..with it.

Excuse me, Mattie.

[chuckling]

Ow!

Jess, I feel kinda
responsible for this.

Let me take care
of it for you, huh?

Thanks very much.

I-I think I can take
care of it myself.

Anything you say, Jess.

[chuckles]

- Good night, children.
- Good night.

[chuckles]

- Good night, Sam.
- Good night, Jess.

Good night, everybody.

Upstairs to bed, all of thee.

- Good night, papa.
- Good night, papa.

Good night.

[music continues]

[horse snorting]

May I come in?

The evening's cooling off
a bit, isn't it?

I find it very pleasant.

So do I.

[instrumental music]

And thee promises
to put the organ

up in the attic right away?

Best place in the world for it.

The best place is back
at the organ factory.

Second best place.

And no playing on first day

or when visitors are here.

Never.

Let's go back there
sometime... soon.

[rooster crows]

Jess.

[Eliza]
'It's Sam Jordan.'

Oh!

[music continues]

- Morning, Sam.
- Morning, Jess.

What's thee doing
around so early?

What do you mean
early? It's 6:30.

Oh.

Where's Eliza?

Still in the barn?

The barn?

[cow mooing]

Oh, you're getting rid
of the organ.

Nah.

Well... how did you
bring her around?

I... reasoned with her.

Just... reasoned with her.

[birds chirping]

You want to see my new mare?

Oh, yeah, that's,
that's what I come over for.

[instrumental music]

Well, here she is, Sam.

Over here.

What does thee think of her, Sam?

[chuckling]

Reasoned with her, huh?

Just reasoned with her.

[laughing]

Look her over, Sam.

Jess..

you traded Red Rover for this?

I got a little to boot.

A little, for this crow bait?

The mare's name is Lady.

Lady?

[laughing]

- 'Morning.'
- Morning, Enoch.

What's so funny?

Excuse me, Jess, it's, uh..

It's just the rift between
the name and the looks.

Uh, what is she?
Half buffalo?

She's half Narragansett pacer.

Oh, which half?

[laughs]

I never laid eyes on
a beast of such dimensions.

[birds chirping]

What's this? Jess, why aren't we
taking the surrey?

Well, Enoch says the surrey
is missing a hub nut.

Hub nut?

[cow mooing]

Lost?

I didn't say lost,
ma'am, uh, just missing.

But there's not enough room
for the children in this rig.

That's right, they'll
have to stay home today.

They can have a meeting
of their own in the parlor.

Thee too, Josh.

I suppose thee is right.

Little Jess..

...no nonsense.

Yes, mama.

Thank thee, Josh.

[cow mooing]

[dramatic music]

- Alright, Jess?
- Mm-hmm.

Wouldn't surprise me a bit, Josh.

Godspeed, Mr. Birdwell.

- What does he mean..
- Thanks.

"Godspeed"?

Well, he, he means good luck.

In this rickety rig,
we'll need it.

Giddyap.

[Mattie]
Bye.

[instrumental music]

Whoa!

Something wrong, Jess?

I don't know. I thought
I'd better take a look.

[instrumental music]

- What is it, Jess?
- Nothing.

Nothing that I could see.

Come on, Prince.

[galloping]

[yawns]

Here comes Sam.

I wonder how a man church bound

could have his mind
so set on speed.

I don't.

[music continues]

Jess, slow down!

Now, Prince.

[coughing]

Jess!

Come on, Prince!
Giddyap, boy!

What's the matter with you, boy?

Easy, Lady, easy.

Ah-choo!

Come on, Prince.

Jess, can't thee slow her down?

I'm trying to.

[music continues]

Oh!

Hey! Come on, Prince!

Whoa!

'Come on, come on.'

[chuckles]

[church bell dinging]

[galloping]

Look at this, Josh.

Josh, did thee forget that
the cow's going to calf tonight.

I know..
Call me when it's time.

Alright.

Hey, Josh, look at this one!

[knock on door]

[chuckles]

- 'Hello, Mr. Birdwell.'
- 'Well, Gard, come in.'

- Back from the war?
- Yes. It's good to see you.

- Mattie.
- Hello, Gard.

Josh, how are you?

- Thee wounded?
- Good evening, Mrs. Birdwell.

- Good evening, Gard.
- Thee is wounded.

- Oh, it's nothing.
- Was it a cannon?

No, Little Jess.
It was just a rebel bullet.

- Oh!
- Did it bleed a lot?

Did thee win any medals?

That'll do, Little Jess.

Won't thee sit down?

Thank you, ma'am.

Thee didn't say a word
about it in my letter.

Letter?

Well, I didn't wanna worry you.

When did thee get home, Gard?

This afternoon.

I, uh, heard about that
little race this morning.

Oh. Was Sam surprised?

Surprised?
He was overcome.

[laughs]

Jess. The elders!

The ministry and oversight
committee from our church..

...paying us a call.

[galloping]

Mattie.

Go on up to bed.

- But, mama--
- Do as I say.

[knock on door]

Wait, Jess.

- Good evening, Griffith.
- Good evening.

- Friend Cope, Amos. Come in.
- Good evening.

Good evening, Jess.

Evening.

Good evening,
Friend Cope, Griffith.

Good evening, Eliza.
Good evening, Amos.

Won't thee sit down?

Natives.

Huh?

Very educational.

So, I started over the wall.

And the next thing I knew
I was flat on my back.

What does it feel like..

...getting shot?

Being kicked by a mule.

Did thee kill anybody?

Well, I did a lot of shooting.

Thee won't go back,
now thee's wounded?

Well, not right away.

With the reb cavalry heading
this way I've been assigned

to help organize
the Home Guard right here.

Would they let me
in the Home Guard?

Well, they need men.

Gard doesn't wanna
talk about war.

Does thee, Gard?

- No, Mattie.
- Look, Gard..

If-if I went to Vernon--

[Enoch]
Hey, Josh!

[crickets chirping]

Uh, if..

We'll talk tomorrow, Josh.

Alright.

We've got an organ.

- An organ?
- Oh, shh!

In your house?

What did your mother
say about that?

She made us put it
up in the attic.

[chuckles]

And what of thy son,
friend Birdwell?

Has thee given him
proper guidance?

With the help of God

our children must make
their own choices.

So before we talk any more
of war or blame

shall we seek wisdom
and strength in prayer?

Yes.

Let us pray.

Watch thy head.

[organ music]

- Must be the wind coming up.
- Could be.

Today's acted like
a weather breeder.

[organ music]

Friend, thee's got
a squeaky door upstairs.

[floorboard squeaks]

[organ music]

Oh, my house needs,
needs attention.

And my soul needs repair!

Friends, let us lift
our hearts in prayer!

Father in heaven,
creator of all good things

author of harmony

from bird's song to thunder roll

restore harmony in our lives!

[all]
Amen. Amen to that.

Behold thy servant
who has strayed

from the paths of righteous.

Behold thy unworthy creature
whose head was turned

by the ways of flesh.

Forgive him for
racing his horse on first day

and forgetting
that the road to glory..

[organ music]

'...as the burden of my sins
rests upon my children.'

'And above all
spare my wife, Eliza.

'And I pray that she shall
find in her kind..'

...and loving heart the grace
and mercy to forgive me

my most grievous shortcomings.

In the name of Adam
who ate the forbidden fruit.

In the name of Abraham
whose sin was jealousy.

In the name of Moses
who lost the promised land.

In the name of David who,
of David who, who, who..

'...hankered after
that which was forbidden.'

'In the name of Jephthah,
Jeremiah, Obadiah..'

'...Jonah, Micah..'

'...Habakkuk and Malachi..'

And Malachi..

And Malachi.

Jess.

Thee has been an instrument
of the Lord this night.

Thy prayer carried me
so near to heaven's gates

I thought I heard
the choiring of angel voices

and the playing
of heavenly harps.

Jess, thy prayer
has answered our questions.

Thy flesh may be weak,
Jess Birdwell

but thy spirit
is as strong as thy voice.

Amen. Amen to that.

Thank you for paying us
this call, Friend.

- Goodnight, Eliza.
- Goodnight, Eliza.

- Amos and Griffith.
- Goodnight, Friend.

Goodnight, Jess.

Goodnight, Griffith.

And I'll play the melody up here.

- Ready?
- Alright.

[organ music]

Sounds like a duet.

Duet?

Gard?

Leave them be.

[music stops]

Mighty quiet up there.

What does thee suppose they're..

...doing?

Silent prayer?

Jess.

Like this.

Mama!

Papa!

'What's thee doing?'

Has thee forgotten
we have company?

Don't thee care
what people think?

It's all my fault, Mattie.

Eliza, I think we ought
to go to bed

and let the young folks
have the parlor.

Yes. Goodnight, children.

Goodnight, Mrs. Birdwell.

Goodnight, Mattie.
Goodnight, Gard.

- Goodnight, Mr. Birdwell.
- Goodnight.

[crickets chirping]

Have you ever seen
anything prettier, Enoch?

No, except for
a little human baby.

Does thee have
any children, Enoch?

Leastwise, I did.

I don't know where they are now.

Let's get him up.

Come on.

[laughs]

Oh, it sure wanted
to live, didn't it?

He'll live now, alright.

Enoch.

'Yeah, Josh?'

I wonder what it
feels like to die.

Just stopping
breathing, I reckon.

Just going to sleep.

'I reckon.'

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

I got orders to report
to the Home Guard, ma'am.

- Oh!
- I came to say goodbye.

Could I see Mattie?

She and little Jess
are down by the swing.

Thank you, ma'am.

[birds chirping]

Dancing?

No, I couldn't.

'Oh, well, if you insist.'

[chuckles]

What?

No!

Thee's doing it again.

Talking to thyself.

I'm not talking to myself.

Is thee talking to Gard Jordan?

He's so brave..

Ah, heck.

If he's so brave

'why didn't
he win some medals, huh?'

Oh, who cares
about medals, anyway?

Gard has a proud
and learned face.

A face to remember.

His eyes are the color
of the sky..

'in the summer.'

It pleasures me
just to see him walk.

Oh, he walks
just like anybody else.

Oh, no.

Mattie!

'Mattie!'

Hello, little Jess.

Say..

...how would you
like to have the bullet

they took out of my arm?

It's wrong to take bribes.

That's not a bribe.
It's a gift.

- Thanks.
- You want a polliwog?

No, thanks.
Go on now, scoot.

I'm going because I want to.

Come on out, Mattie.
I want to talk to you.

No, I can't.
I'm barefooted.

Huh. What's wrong with that?

I'm too big a girl to be
running around barefooted.

Mortifies me, thee
seeing me so unladylike.

[chuckles]

Well, look,
I'll shut my eyes and..

...I'll pretend
you have shoes on.

- Come on.
- No.

Or I'll wade in.

Oh!

Mattie, I've got to talk to you.

Come on out, please.

[chuckles]

I'm really nice, you know.

I've got a nice walk

and eyes the color of the sky.

- Come on.
- Thee heard?

Thee heard!
Thee eavesdropped!

Thee thinks
I set my cap for thee!

No, wait! Wait.
Please, wait Mattie.

I was only joking.

I never want to see thee again!

- Mattie, wait!
- Never. Never!

[sobbing]

Good evening, Mr. Birdwell.

Hello, Gard.

Getting ready to leave us again?

Yes, sir, and I'm reporting
to the Home Guard tonight.

I, uh, came to say goodbye.

Mattie!

[window squeaks]

Come on down, Mattie.
This is no way to treat a guest.

Would thee please
ask him to excuse me?

I hurt her feelings.

It's the last thing
I wanted to do.

Alright.

I know how that is.

I was clumsy.

Well, with women

it's hard not to be sometimes.

Papa, the rebs are coming.

Morgan's raiders crossed
the Ohio, day before yesterday.

Fifteen hundred horsemen
burning and pillaging

all the way from Mauckport.

They're on their
main pike now more than

30 miles from Vernon.

By this time tomorrow,
they're gonna be here.

No need to shout, Josh.

- Did thee see their patrols?
- No. No.

But I've seen what they've done.

Barns burned,
houses looted, look..

Thee can go towards Vernon
and see for thyself.

Did you see the militia?

They're rousing the countryside.

Everyman who can carry a gun.

They figure on making
a stand at Vernon.

Papa, our farm is gonna be
overrun for sure.

That's probably true,
Mr. Birdwell.

You're on the south side
of the river.

You better take your family
into the woods tomorrow

till the rebs have gone.

[dramatic music]

This is our home.

This is where we'll stay.

Mr. Birdwell, the raiders
don't draw a line

between soldiers and civilians.

They're the toughest troops
in the Confederacy

there's no telling what
they'll do when they get here.

If they're going to come,
they're going to come.

Like fire or flood.

If it's the Lord's will,
there's nothing we can do.

Oh, there's something
I can do, mama.

[Enoch]
'Mr. Jordan?'

Have you got an extra gun?

Why sure, Enoch.

Mr. Birdwell, I hate
to cross you like this.

It don't seem grateful.

You folks have been
mighty kind to me.

But you see, sir

a runaway slave like me

I wouldn't stand a chance
with some of those men.

So if they're going to catch me

I'm going down fighting.

[music continues]

Enoch, thee's free..

Free to choose.

So am I, pa.

- Thee can saddle up Tommy.
- 'Thank you .'

Gard, I'll go with thee.

Without asking us, son?

There's no need to go now, Josh.

Morning's soon enough.

I'll be in Vernon.

I'll meet thee there.

You better talk it over
with your folks, Josh.

Tell Mattie goodbye.

Tell her when I get back I..

...hope to say better
what I was trying to tell her.

Bye.

- Bye, Gard.
- God bless thee, Gard.

[music continues]

Gard!

Gard!

Gard!

Gard!

Gard!

Gard!

Gard!

Gard! Oh, God!

Oh!

It's true. It's true.

Everything thee heard is true.

Thy walk does pleasure me.

Thy eyes are like summer.

Thee does have
a proud, learned face.

Oh, Mattie.

My sweet.

My dear, sweet, precious girl.

I love you.

I love thee.
I do love thee.

Martha True Birdwell

when I come back

will you marry me?

Will you be my wedded wife
forever and ever?

Oh, Gardner Jordan

I will be thy wedded wife

forever and ever.

[sniffles]

[music continues]

[galloping]

Sit down, Josh.

Thee'll feel better after
thee has something to eat.

No, I'm not hungry.

It might make thee
a little calmer.

And a little more
courteous to thy mother.

Calm?

Thee asks me to be calm

when the whole of Vernon's
turned upside down

and getting ready to fight.

And Morgan's men may
break in here at any minute.

Father, thee knows we must fight.

If thee has a sword
in thy heart, son

thee must pull it out and use it

but there's no sword in my heart.

No man is my enemy.

Well, any man who kills
innocent people is my enemy.

My mortal enemy.

Josh.

Thee has seen bad things today.

Thee's upset.

We've got more than we need here.

It's high time we shared it.

If thee gives all
to thee's got to the enemy

thy friends will go hungry.

What's good about that?

Josh.

Thee wants to go out and fight.

Give thy life for
what thee believes.

Any of us here, I'm sure,
is ready to do that.

But that's not what
thee'll be asked to do.

No, Josh, what thee'll
be asked to do now..

...is to kill.

I know that.

I'll kill if I have to.

Thou shalt not kill.

Mother, I hate fighting.

I don't want to die.

I don't know if I could
kill anyone if I tried.

But I have to try

so long as other people have to.

No, Eliza.

Don't let him go, Jess.

Don't thee care about
his living or dying?

I'm just his father, Eliza.

I'm not his conscience.

A man's life
ain't worth a hill beans

except he lives up
to his conscience.

I've got to give
Josh that chance.

Forever..

...and forever..

...and forever.

Tucking thee in again.

How many times does thee think
I've done that, Joshua?

I don't know, mother.

Josh..

...I understand thy
being carried away

but our ways are ways of peace

and thee loves peaceful ways.

I do.

If thee turns thy
back on everything

I've taught thee and prayed for

thee turns thy back on me.

Oh, no, mother, not on thee.

Yes, son..

...on me.

I have to do what's right.

Thee will, son.

God will give thee the strength.

Dear God in heaven,
watch over Joshua.

Make him a witness
for the peace on Earth

for which thy son died.

'In His name do I ask it.'

Amen.

Now, Joshua, before thee sleeps

promise me thee'll pray.

I promise.

Goodnight, son.

I have faith in thee.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

Joshua..

You promised to..

...pray.

I prayed.

Goodbye, father.

Goodbye, son.

God bless thee.

[music continues]

Josh!

My boy.

God keep thee.

[music continues]

[man]
'Company, halt!'

This is the only shallow spot.

They have to cross here.

Yes, sir.

[horse neighing]

Alright, men, dismount!

'Come on, men, hurry!'

'Spread out, men!
Find cover!'

[horses neighing]

Get those horses
out of sight, fast!

[dramatic music]

'Jam a log between those trees!'

Get something solid
in front of you.

That'll never stop a bullet.

[instrumental music]

[man]
'Son, you hold your gun that tight'

'by the time the rebs get here'

'your trigger finger
will be numb.'

[music continues]

[man screaming]

Who gave that rebel yell?

I did, sir.

Do it again,
and I'll shoot you, O'Hara.

'And the same goes
for any other man here.'

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

Chopping wood, eh?

We burn wood every winter, Purdy.

Pretty soon you'll have
no house to burn wood in.

Some of Morgan's thieving men
burnt my barn

stolen my horses,
and cleaned out my smokehouse.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thee and thy family is welcome
to anything I've got.

No thanks, if thee wants to help

pick up a gun and fight

the same as I'm doing.

I'm not ready to do that.

What does thee aim to do?

Sit here and turn
the other cheek?

That's what I aim to do..

...if I can.

Thee's got to face
the facts, Jess

that wartime calls
for another kind of thinking.

Your thinking may have changed,
Prudy, but you haven't.

Last week, you told my son

he was going to hell
for fighting.

This week you tell Jess
that he's got to fight.

Whatever's right for Purdy

is got to be right
for everybody else, huh?

If you're so hell-bent
to fight, get going.

If it's peace thee wants,
Jess Birdwell

thee won't get it chopping wood.

- They hurt thy place, Sam?
- No, Jess.

Just thought I'd ride
down toward the river.

Want to see how the boys
are getting on.

One more man at the ford
won't make a hoot of difference.

And if there's any fighting
to be done

I'll do it for both of us.

I'd like to see someone hold out

for a better way
of settling things.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

They're coming!

[dramatic music]

Now, what was that all about?

Get down.

We'll find out sooner
than you think.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Fire!

[gunfire]

[dramatic music]

[gunfire continues]

[music continues]

[gunfire continue]

[cannon fired]

[man screaming]

[music continues]

[cannon fired]

It's lady.

[instrumental music]

Look, papa.

[Jess]
'Whoa!'

[Eliza]
'Jess.'

Whoa, lady.

Is Josh hurt?

Oh!

Jess.

[music continues]

[Eliza sobbing]

Little Jess, bring
lady to the house.

[crying]

[music continues]

No. Jess, no.

[instrumental music]

Little Jess, thee's
the man on the place now.

Kill a Johnny reb for me, papa.

Son..

...never talk that way
about a man's life.

Huh?

[music continues]

[music continues]

[Little Jess]
'Hey!'

Mama!
Mama, look!

They're rebs, mama!
They're reb!

No, Little Jess, no.

[men screaming]

[gunshots fired]

[indistinct chatter]

Gentlemen!
Gentlemen!

[man screaming]

Would thee like some food?

There's meat in the smokehouse
out there by the barn.

Right, Steven,
get those chickens.

I'll get all them chickens!

Fresh vegetables and fruit
and some more meat

are in the springhouse there.

Lester, Clem, go get it!

[Lester]
'You bet, sarge.'

Cooked food's in the kitchen.

If thee and thy men will
please follow me.

Yes, ma'am.

'Take care of these horses.'

[instrumental music]

[sheep bleating]

Come on!

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, boy, give me
a hand with this.

- Roast goose tonight.
- Go get him, Buster.

[men laughing]

[goose squawking]

[laughing]

Ah, peach pie!
Move!

It's rattlesnake pie.

[Eliza]
'Little Jess.'

Best rattlesnake pie
I ever tasted.

[laughing]

[goose squawking]

Stop it!
Let her go!

Let her go!
Let her go!

Let her go!
Stop!

[squawking]

Oh!

Samantha's a pet!
She's a pure pet!

I wish I'd know that sooner.

[goose squawking]

Much obliged, ma'am.

- Thank you very kindly, lady.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- We feel much better.
- Thank you, ma'am.

[man]
'Mount up!'

'Boys, enough food here
to finish for a whole week!'

[man]
'Let her roll, boys!'

[indistinct chatter]

Thataway, men! Hah!

Thanks for the chickens, ma'am.

I raised my hand in anger.

I struck.

But what a whacking!

- Wham! Wham!
- Oh, Little Jess!

If thy father ever knew.

Thee must never tell him. Never!

[goose squawking]

[screams]

[squawking]

[dramatic music]

Oh, Black Prince.
Oh, b..

[music continues]

Oh! Hm.

[dramatic music]

Sam, what ha..

A reb bushwhacker.

He took my, ugh..

...Black Prince.

I found him.

Head for war and get mixed up

with horse thieves.

I was training Black Prince to..

...to... beat you.

Thee can beat me, Sam.

Thee can beat me
any day in the week.

So you... you finally
admit it, huh?

[laughs]

Ah!

Gard, tell him when you see him..

...tell Gard.

I'll tell him... Sam.

I'll tell him.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Oh.

[gunshot]

[music continues]

Now, go on.

Go on, get.
I'll not harm thee.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Thank god I found thee, Josh.

He's not very old.

No.

I killed him.

Thee did what thee had to do.

I must get thee home, Josh.

No.

[instrumental music]

[organ playing]

[instrumental music]

[Eliza]
'Mattie?
Jess? Little Jess?'

I heard thee playing
on the lord's day.

Let me look at thee.

Stand still.

You see if thee's
in order for meeting.

Stay on the porch and keep clean.

Oh, I don't need any help,
thank thee mother.

But it pleasures me
to help thee, son.

Do I pass inspection?

Yes, dear, thee'll pass.

[gasps]
My bible!

Oh!

Come on, Samantha.
Come on, pet.

What's come over that bird?

It's just, Little jess has
stopped being mean to her.

That's all.

That's all, huh?

Samantha's the one
that was mean to that reb.

- Shh!
- Thee's not my boss.

Hush up, piggy!

A reb grabbed Samantha

and was wringing her neck--

Mmm-mmm-mmm!

Mama whacked him on the head
with a broom

till he let her g..

Till he let her go.

Mama? Whacked a reb?

She sure did, with that broom.

Wham, wham, wham!

Well..

Well, by sugar, that's news.

[instrumental music]

Looks like thee needs
a new broom, Eliza.

Why, Jess?

Well, because this one's
seen lots of service.

I tried to stop him, mama.

She shook it out of me.

Well, um, come on, veterans.

[goose honking]

- Morning, Enoch.
- Good Morning, folks.

♪ Thee is mine ♪

♪ Thee pleasures me
in a hundred ways ♪

♪ Put on your bonnet ♪

♪ Your cape and your glove ♪

♪ And come with me ♪

♪ For thee I love ♪

♪ For thee I love ♪♪