All language subtitles for [English] Caddie Woodlawn _ Full Movie [DownSub.com]

(gentle music)

(pleasant music)

- Come on, Nero.
(Nero barking)

(Nero barks)

Come on, Nero.

(Nero barking)

Come on, buddy.

(Nero barks)

- [Harriet] Caddie,
Caddie Woodlawn!

- Come on, Nero, come on.
(Nero barking)

(Nero barking)

- Do hurry, child.

You're gonna make us
late for Uncle Edmund.

Oh Caddie, and keep
your dress clean.

It is so important to make
a good impression, isn't it?

- How come Tom
gets to go, anyhow?

- Because I'm the
oldest, that's why.

- All right for
you, Tom Woodlawn.

- Now you be a good
girl, like you promised,

and you keep an eye on Warren.

- Yes, Mom.

- Don't you worry, Harriet.

We can always depend
on our Caddie.

- I know, John.

That's exactly
what does worry me.

(pleasant music)
(hooves clopping)

(Nero barking)

- Bye!

- Stay out of those cookies!

- Oh Warren, I am simply
dying to see Uncle Edmund.

He knows the best tricks
in the whole world.

Oh no, Mother's flowers
for Cousin Annabelle.

She forgot them.

Come on, Warren!

(mallet clanging)

(horses snorting)

- Oh, oh, what do you
think you're doing there?

- I've gotta catch up with
the wagon, Mr. Ireton.

- Well, you're not
taking Blackie.

He just threw a shoe.

I'm putting a new
one on him now.

Wanna give that thing
a crank there, Warren?

(horse whinnies)

- Well, I'll just have
to take Betsy then.

- You know ol' Betsy
doesn't take kindly

to having folks on her back.

- She wouldn't dare
try anything with me.

Betsy and I have an
understanding, don't we girl?

(horse whinnies)

- Well, if you want my
opinion, it's not safe

with all these Indians
roaming the woods.

- Mother will never
forgive herself

for forgetting Cousin
Annabelle's bouquet.

It's so important to make a
good impression, you know?

Let's go, Warren.

- [Warren] But I wanna
stay with Mr. Ireton.

- Thank you, Mr. Ireton.

Be good now, Betsy.

(horses whinny)
(hooves clopping)

(mallet clanging)

(hooves clopping)

(pleasant music)

(Nero barking)

Oh no, Betsy, no!

Thanks, Betsy.

Don't expect extra oats
from me again, ever.

Do you hear?

(horse whinnies)

(Nero barking)

(whistle toots)

(hooves clopping)

(people chattering)

- Oh, Edmund, it's
so lovely to see you.

- My sister, as
beautiful as ever.

- Oh, Edmund.
- John.

- Edmund.
- Good to see you.

Tom, why you've grown
a foot since last year.

What on Earth has your
mother been feeding you?

(horse whinnies)

Caddie, what are
you doing up there?

Is that Nero you have with you?

(Nero barking)

Come on boy, come on,
good boy, good boy.

- Uncle Edmund!

- Oh Caddie, look at you.

- I rode Betsy, Mother.

You forgot your flowers,
the flowers for cousin...

(pleasant music)

Cousin Annabelle.

- Oh, darling Aunt Harriet.

What a perfect pleasure.

And this must be Uncle John.

Just as I imagined you.

Oh, and these must be
my darling cousins.

Oh, how absolutely divine.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.

- This is all yours?

- Of course, Cousin Caroline.

- Might as well call me
Caddie, everybody else does.

Glad to meet you.

These are for you.

- How thoughtful.

I absolutely adore
flowers, don't you?

Oh, but you'll carry
them for me, won't you?

I'd so hate to stain my gloves.

- Say Caddie, I brought
something special for you.

- Thank you, Uncle Edmund.

(people chattering)

(toys squeaking)
(all laughing)

- I sent all the way
to England for it,

and by gum it was worth it.

(all laughing)

- Uncle Edmund, really.

(owl hooting)
(crickets chirping)

- Come on, Nero.

Let's show Uncle
Edmund our new trick.

Cover your eyes.

(Caddie giggling)

Good boy, come on, up.

Shake, shake, good boy.

- Oh, he's gonna do fine.

So John, how is the
squirrel hunting this year?

- Not too much of that, Edmund.

- Father says that the Indians
only hunt game for food,

and that should be a
lesson to the rest of us.

He says that sport hunting
is a fool's pastime.

- Caddie, come sit
over here, dear.

Annabelle is just brimming

with the latest news
from the Boston family.

- [Annabelle] Oh, and
I wore this dress,

and we didn't get to bed
until one in the morning.

- Oh, you describe it
so perfectly, dear.

How I wish I could
have been there.

Now tell me, how is
Grandmother Gray?

- Well-
- Mother?

I have a big ache.

- Any little boy who
gobbles up 16 cookies

in a single afternoon

will not get one ounce
of sympathy from me.

Now you go sit with
your Uncle Edmund.

- For her 96th birthday,

Mother and Father
held a grand soiree,

and it was simply divine.

- Your Boston does sound
a little bit like heaven.

- Oh, it's one of the world's

most absolutely divine
cities, Caroline.

The only place that I, for
one, could ever bear to live.

- Well, Dunnville's pretty nice.

- Dunnville?

Oh, it isn't even on the maps.

- How can that be?

We all live here.

(lively accordion music)

♪ Did you ever see a lassie
go this way and that way ♪

♪ And this way and that way ♪

♪ And this way and that ♪

♪ Did you ♪

♪ Ever see a lassie go
this way and that way ♪

- [Harriet] She's
nearly 12 years old,

and I've barely had
her in the kitchen

long enough to teach
her how to boil water.

- [John] Yes, but life is
a treasure hunt for Caddie.

She's discovering
new things every day.

Don't see any reason to worry.

There'll be plenty of
time for boiling water.

- There's so much
more to learn, John.

Cooking, sewing, housekeeping.

Did you see how lovely
Annabelle's manners are?

I hope Caddie can learn
something from her.

I so want her to understand
the social graces.

- Is that really so
important, Harriet?

This is Dunnville, not Boston.

- [Harriet] It's
always been important,

no matter where one is.

Life on the frontier
moves very fast,

and Caddie will be
a wife and a mother

sooner than you seem to think.

- Caddie will learn
whatever she needs to know

when she's ready.

She'll be a lady
soon enough, Harriet.

- [Harriet] I still want her

to spend her summer
with Annabelle.

- Cousin Caroline?
- What?

- Since I appear fated to
waste my entire summer here,

I was thinking how
much I'd like to learn

the ways of the Wild West.

Caroline, I would like you to
teach me all about your farm.

- You would?

- Oh yes, when I
tell them about it,

my dear friends in
Boston will be overcome

with the utter
amusement of it all.

- Yes, I'm sure they will.

Well, I will put my whole
mind to it, Cousin Annabelle.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- I'm going into
town for the day.

Now Caddie, show Annabelle
all around the farm.

She'll be downstairs
in a moment.

- Yes, Mom.

(pleasant music)

- I want you to show
me everything in
your savage country.

I wanna ride horseback
with the wind in my hair.

And I want to feed those
adorable little sheep.

Oh, and everything else you do.

I am yours for the
teaching, Cousin Caroline.

- What is that you're wearing?

- What's wrong with it?

Doesn't it look all right?

Oh, it's absolutely the
latest in sporting costumes.

Grandmother Gray insisted
I am well done up

for the yachting season.

You know, I don't know
how you manage up there

without a dressing table.

- Well it's hard, but we make
do somehow, don't we Caddie?

- What do you need
all these buttons for?

- My dear, all the Boston
girls are wearing them.

It's the latest in
divine decoration,

but nobody has as
many as I have.

Eight and 80 of them.

Not even Bessie
Beasley has this many,

and she's already been
presented to society.

- Three, four, five, six-

- Are you sure you wanna
play with us, wearing that?

- Why not?

I am perfectly prepared

to be as uncivilized
as you, Caroline.

It's just that I happen
to be nicely dressed.

- 57, 58, 59, 60,

61, 62, 63, 64, 65.

Not Betsy!
- Be quiet.

- [Warren] But you
know what Betsy does.

- [Caddie] Shh!

- Giddy up.

(plucky music)

I love it.

I love riding.

Oh, I knew I should be
good at this, look at me.

- Just touch her with
your heels a little

if you want her to start moving.

- Uh-oh, there she goes!

She's headed right for it!

- How do you make
it go the other way?

(Annabelle screams)

(birds chirping)

- [Caddie] You all right?

- I'd much prefer to
try something else now.

Let's, let's feed sheep.

(sheep bleating)

They look exactly like
guests at a recital.

(sheep bleating)

- Better put the
basket down, Annabelle.

Sheep like oats more
than I like licorice.

- Oh, but I so want those
adorable little lambs

eating right out of my hand.

(plucky music)
(sheep bleating)

(sheep snorts)

They're eating my buttons.

(kids laughing)

Caroline, they're
eating my buttons.

(kids laughing)

(clock ticking)
(birds chirping)

- Annabelle's gonna tell
on us, sure as shootin'.

- We're dead petunias.

- I hear you children
had quite a day today.

(Warren snickers)

- It was an unbelievably
quaint experience.

They'll hardly believe it

when I tell them
about it in Boston.

- I'm glad.

It's nice to see you
all getting along.

Supper's ready.

Now Warren, go get your
father and Uncle Edmund.

- But then, my friends in
Boston can hardly be expected

to understand the utter
crudeness of frontier life.

(crickets chirping)

- Take it from me, there's
nothing like small game hunting

to test a gentleman's
marksmanship.

So who wants to help me?

- Me!
- Me!

- I will-

- Who's the best
bushwhacker in the bunch?

- Me, come on please.
- I am, please me, please?

- Now Tom, you let
that nice, fat squirrel

get away last year.

- Only because I didn't
have a gun, Uncle Edmund.

- But there's the trouble.

I'll do the shooting.

All I need is someone
with an eagle eye

to spot the little
critters for me.

- Me!

- But you're a little
chatterbox, aren't you?

I'd rather take a
fife and drum corps,

and besides, you eat too much.

(Edmund chuckles)

- I wouldn't eat a single thing,

and I wouldn't say
a word, honest!

I wouldn't talk a bit, just.

(Edmund chuckles)

- Warren, you're far too young.

- I would be the
best pair of eyes

you could have, Uncle Edmund.

- Well that could be,
Caddie, but look here.

You're a girl.

- It's not fair!

- No, I suppose it isn't.

Well, all right then.

- [Caddie] Could I, please?

- Oh, Caddie.

Wouldn't you really rather

help Annabelle
organize her things?

And she has such lovely ideas

about what we might do to
arrange this hair of yours.

- Well, if Caddie
doesn't go along with me,

I might just end up
shooting the cow by mistake.

(Warren giggles)

- Squirrels don't
look like cows.

- They don't?

(all laughing)

- Please Mother, Uncle
Edmund can't see his nose

in front of his face.

- [Harriet] Caddie!

- Well, that is
what Father said.

- Perhaps you should
buy some spectacles.

Then you might be able to
tell a cow from a squirrel.

- Oh no, Auntie Harriet.

Grandma Gray holds
that a true gentleman

would never be seen
wearing such silly things.

- Oh let her go, Harriet.

It'll give you a chance

to catch up on the
news with Annabelle.

- Well, all right.

But then, Caddie,

I expect you to spend
your time with Annabelle.

(Warren giggles)

(things clatter)

- [Annabelle] These quarters
are really not what I expected.

(Nero growls)

- Down, Nero.

(Warren giggles)

(Annabelle shrieks)
- Help!

(kids laughing)

Something tried to bite me!

It's a wild animal.

- It's just porcupines,
Cousin Annabelle.

- Porcupine?

(Warren giggling)

(kids laughing)

Cousin Warren, what
a childish trick.

(kids laughing)

I shall not sleep a wink

in this forsaken
wilderness, I know it.

- Sweet dreams,
Cousin Annabelle.

- [Annabelle] Goodnight.

(Nero barking)

- Heel, Nero, heel.

Nero, confound that dog.

Nero!

Caddie, haven't you
taught him anything?

He'll chase off the game
with his endless shenanigans.

(birds chirping)

What is this contraption?

- It's an Indian canoe
that Father took in trade.

What's wrong with it?

- Well, it's not very
stable, now is it?

I think I'll put my
fate in that raft

if it's all the same to you.

- Suit yourself,
but I will beat you

to the other side of the river.

- Well, we'll just see
about that, now won't we?

Good boy, Nero.

Okay.

Good boy.

(plucky music)

There we go, look at me!

I'm gonna beat ya, Caddie.

You don't have a chance.

I've got you now.

(Edmund laughs)
(Nero whines)

What's going on here?

- I'll see you on the
other side, Uncle Edmund.

- Confound it!

No you don't, I'll beat you yet!

I don't think you got me.

I'll get you in the
stretch, here I come!

I'm on my way!

Good boy, Nero, stay right
there, stay, good boy.

We're coming through,
coming through.

That's it, stay there, Nero.

Good boy.

(Edmund grunting)

Whoa, whoa!

(Edmund shouts)
(water splashes)

(Caddie laughs)

(Nero barking)

Good boy, Nero,
it's okay, good boy.

(Nero whines)
(Caddie laughs)

- Uncle Edmund.

- Confound it.

Good boy, it's okay, good boy.

We'll get it on the way back.

(Nero barks)

(pleasant music)

- Hungry yet?

I put our sandwiches
in your satchel.

- That was very
thoughtful, Caddie.

(toys squeaking)
(Caddie giggles)

- Now we're even, aren't we?

- Now we're even, but it's
time to get back to business.

Now, where are those squirrels?

Thought the woods
would be full of 'em.

(plucky music)

What is it?

Did you see something, where?

(Nero barking)

Nero, quiet!

What was it, what'd you see?

- It was nothing, Uncle Edmund.

Nothing.

Good boy, Nero.

(squirrels chitter)

- It's strange.

Used to be such
good hunting here.

Maybe you're not looking
hard enough, Caddie.

I tell you what, for
every squirrel I shoot,

I'll give you a
dollar, how's that?

- A dollar?

I could do that.

- All right, let's go get them.

(plucky music)

Where is he?

I'm gonna nail that
little varmint.

(Nero barking)

Nero, quiet!

Confounded dog, he's more
trouble than he's worth.

What's wrong with him?

- Maybe he thinks
we're herding sheep.

- Just keep him quiet.

I know these squirrels
are out here somewhere.

If it's the last thing I do,
Caddie, I'm gonna bag one.

(Caddie sighs)

(plucky music)

(Nero barking)

(gun firing)

Confound it, Caddie,
it's you, it's you.

You're the one doing it.

You taught him to
chase away the game.

- I can't help it, Uncle Edmund!

I feel sorry for
the poor squirrels.

- You really are something,
young lady, you know that?

- I don't want
you to shoot them.

- Listen, I'm gonna give
you a dollar after all.

In fact, I'm gonna give
you a silver dollar.

- Oh, I couldn't.

I didn't earn it.

- Yes you did.

Those squirrels would want you
to have it, I'm sure of it.

(pleasant music)

- Thank you, Uncle Edmund.

This is the most money I've
ever had in my entire life.

Good boy.

(horse whinnies)

(horse snorts)

- [Edmund] What is it?

- [Caddie] Must be the
Dakotas' new hunting camp.

I heard people say they
moved back across the river.

- Let's get out of here.

I'd like to keep my
scalp firmly on my head,

if it's all the same to
you, thank you very much.

- Down Nero, you silly thing.

Stop bothering Edmund.

- Nero get down,
get down, get down.

- Perhaps you should
put him outside, John.

- Oh no, never mind.

Actually, I did wanna discuss
Nero with you, Harriet.

Well, you know how
much I appreciate

your looking after him
for me this past year.

By and large, the country
seems like a better place

to raise a hunting
dog than the city.

- Well, he's no trouble.

He's practically become
one of the family,

and it does give me
some satisfaction

to know he's with the children.

- Actually, I thought
maybe a different approach

would have been taken
to his training.

In fact, the sort of thing a
dog of his lineage deserves.

But in any case,

I have a friend in St.
Louis who can put him right.

I'd like to take Nero
back with me tomorrow.

- But, what about the children?

Especially Caddie.

John.

- He's your dog, Edmund.

I guess you'll do
as you see fit.

- Of course, when I return

to escort Annabelle home this
fall, I'll bring him back.

- You're gonna take Nero?

- Oh, Edmund.

He's such a responsibility.

Do keep your head
out of the clouds

and look after him, won't you?

- Don't give it another
thought, Harriet.

Nero will be just fine
and dandy with me.

- You can't take Nero.

- Have a good summer.

Sis.

- Here, I wanna give
this back, Uncle Edmund.

- No, no, it's yours.

- You can keep it.

- I insist, Caddie.

Buy something you've
always wanted.

- [Porter] All aboard!

- Tom, John.

Goodbye, Caddie.

- Sorry, Nero, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
taught you bad habits.

I'll think about you every day,

and wait for you to come back.

You're the best dog
in the whole world.

- [Porter] All aboard!

(emotional music)

- Come on, Nero.

(Nero whining)
Heel.

(chickens clucking)

- Nothing's any fun
anymore without Nero.

- I don't understand
why everybody's moping

about a silly old dog.

Boston ladies find Angora
cats to be absolutely divine.

- You don't understand
anything, do you?

(crickets chirping)

- I was just coming
up to say goodnight.

- Does she really have
to stay the whole summer?

- [John] That's the plan.

- It's sure a long time.

- You'll make it.

- Mother likes Annabelle
a lot, doesn't she?

- [John] She thinks
Annabelle's a fine young lady.

- What do you think?

- I think there is no doubt

that she will fit right
into Boston society.

But Caddie, I don't
think it would harm

to make her feel
welcome, would it?

- She's Mother's
guest, not mine.

- Caddie.

- And if you ask me, I
wish Cousin Annabelle

would hightail it back
to her precious Boston,

as fast as those little
white pointy-toed

patent leather boots
of hers can carry her.

I just can't do it, Father.

I can never be like her.

(lively music)

- Oh, here you are.

I was afraid you'd been
carried off by savages.

But I knew that
Warren could find you.

What are you doing?

- Turning somersaults.

Hardly something a proper
young lady would do, though.

- Well, I'd never do it
at home, you understand.

It's far too uncivilized,

but since there's
nobody important here,

I might as well join in.

Show me how.

(Caddie scoffs)

(lively music)

- I dare you to do that many.

- Just watch me.

My waltzing instructor says

I have the finest sense of
balance he has ever seen.

(lively music)

Ah, this is actually rather fun.

I can do twice as many-

- Take this.
- As you, Caroline.

Oh, by the way, I think you
should keep your feet together.

It looks much nicer.

(Annabelle shrieking)

There's something squishy!

You did it.

You're horrid.

I didn't mind the
stupid porcupines,

or falling off the horse,
or being attacked by sheep.

But this?

This is squishy.

- An egg?

Whatever possessed you to do
a foolish thing like that?

- It was only a joke, Mother.

- You scared the poor
girl into a tizzy.

What kind of a joke
would you call that?

- It's as much my fault as hers.

- Your father will
deal with you, Tom.

Shame on both of you for
being so mean and thoughtless.

Now Caroline, you go
to your room right now,

and stay there until I
tell you to come out.

And you can forget about coming
to the supper table tonight.

- [Warren] Do I have to
forget about supper too?

(Caddie crying)

- [Caddie] I don't wanna talk.

(Caddie crying)

(John sighs)

I did not intend to be mean.

I just wanted to have some fun.

- You find it fun to
tease and upset others?

- [Caddie] I just didn't
think about it, I suppose.

- So you learned
something today.

Think before you act, especially
if it might hurt somebody.

- [Caddie] I promise.

- Don't you think you should
make it up with Annabelle?

- How?

- [John] Just be a little
nicer to her, that's all.

- I'll try.

- Does she really bother
you that much, Caddie?

- Mother likes Annabelle
better than me, doesn't she?

- That's not true.

Your mother loves you and
the boys more than anything.

- If Mother doesn't like
Annabelle better than me,

then why does she want
me to be just like her?

I can't be that perfect, Father.

Pretending to be so polite,

and always thinking
about good manners.

I just can't be
another Annabelle.

- Well, one Annabelle's probably
enough around this house.

- Then what does Mother
want me to be like?

- Understanding of other
people, wise, responsible.

Isn't that what good
manners really are?

(emotional music)

Your mother worries about you.

She wants you to be ready
to take care of yourself,

and look after a family
of your own someday.

- What do you want me to be?

- Oh sweetheart, I just
want you to be you.

The real Caddie that's
deep down inside.

- Oh, Father.

(Caddie sighs)

(gentle music)

(congregation murmuring)

- Caddie, thank
you for attending.

- Reverend, thank you.
- My pleasure.

Mr. Skeel.

- Thanks again, reverend,
for another fine service.

- Always a pleasure.

- Ooh, you sure
raise the rafters

with them sermons
of yours, preacher.

- [Reverend] Thank
you, a pleasure.

- Put more thoughts in my head

than the sight of
a handsome woman.

- Well hopefully my words

will be a source of inspiration

for everybody, Mr.
Hankinson, but thank you.

- About them Indians
you was talkin' about.

You really figure
they're gettin' ready

for more war up in them parts?

- No doubt about it.

Those Indians are
on a warpath again.

- I hope not, Mr. Skeel.

You have a fine eye for
trouble, Sam Hankinson.

If I were you, I'd
keep my nose outta this

and look after
business here at home.

- [Sam] Thanks for
the advice, Reverend.

(horse whinnies)

(people murmuring)

- Hi, Pete.

How have you been?

What are you doing
back there, Olaf?

- Nothing.
(Olaf chuckles)

- [Oskar] A shipment of supplies

for the sawmill
come in yesterday.

- [John] Send one of my men
around to your store tomorrow.

- [Oskar] Good.

- Ella Mae played the piano
as beautifully today as ever.

It's so nice to see her
up and around again.

- I was thinking
if all goes well,

I might try to get her some
proper music lessons this year.

- She has a great gift.

You must be very proud of her.

- Well, she takes after her
poor father, rest his soul.

Oh by the way, those new
fabrics are comin' in next week.

If Ella Mae's feeling up to it,

we could come on out and
fit the children for school.

- I'll plan on that, Maybelline.

Feel better, Ella Mae.

- Mother?

Sam Hankinson leaves his boys
outside while he's in church.

Why?

- It's a shame for the boys,

but there have to
be certain rules.

- What kind of rules?

- It's complicated, Caddie.

Their mother was an Indian.

- She was?

- Sam married their mother

when there were very few
settlers in this area.

Nobody cared.

- [Caddie] Would
Father be ashamed of us

if you were an Indian?

- [Harriet] How can I
answer that, Caddie?

- Would he leave us outside
while he went to church?

- [Harriet] Of course not.

(wagon rattling)

(plucky music)

- Tom?

Mrs. Hayman's here to
do our school clothes.

- Okay, I'll be right there.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- You're combing your hair.

- So?

- And you're wearing
your Sunday shirt.

- [Tom] Excuse me.

- [Maybelline] I'll poke you
again if you don't stand still

and quit wiggling
around, Warren.

- Ow!

- Sorry child, but I said
it was sure to happen.

- That boy is growing
like a weed, isn't he?

- Why don't I make a hoop skirt

for Caroline, Auntie Harriet?

It would be darling.

Now, if we can only find
some decent material.

- I do not like hoop skirts.

When I sit down, they fly
up and hit me in the nose.

- Well, then you just don't
know how to wear them, then.

I love to wear hoop
skirts, every single day.

- It is so nice to see the roses

back in Ella Mae's
cheeks, Maybelline.

She's looking so much better.

- The doctor's coming around

again this afternoon
to check up on her.

- I like this color.

It's for you.

- A letter from Uncle Edmund.

- Mother?

- Oh, Tom.

Go gather everybody
into the parlor.

Uncle Edmund's
letter is about Nero.

He writes that
Nero has run away.

Edmund has scoured St.
Louis looking for him.

- Nero is lost?

(Caddie crying)

"But say, when I
come in the fall,

I intend to bring a
puppy to take his place."

(Caddie crying)
(emotional music)

- A puppy?

Oh, you'll love a
puppy, Caroline.

- What pup could ever
take the place of Nero?

- Oh, Caddie.

I'm so sorry.

- Uncle Edmund is so careless!

- I should never have
let him take him.

(Caddie sobbing)

(John knocks)

- Saturday, Caddie.

Wanna come to town with us?

You'll miss the sunshine

if you don't roll out
of that bed pretty soon.

(birds chirping)

- Look, Nero, it's Nero!

- Are you sure?
- It's him, I saw him!

- Nero!

- [Tom] If that's him, why
doesn't he come when you call?

- [Caddie] Maybe he's
hurt or something.

- [Warren] Maybe he's mad at us.

- [Caddie] He's
going into the marsh!

- [Warren] Ma's
gonna tan our hides

if she ever finds out
we went into the marsh.

- [Tom] Come on, let's go!

- [Warren] But we can't swim.

- We gotta save Nero, Warren.

(frogs croaking)

He's headed straight
for the Indian camp.

- [Warren] The Indian camp?

- Yeah, they might
make stew out of him.

- They'd better not.
- Oh, I hate dresses.

(water splashing)

- Hold on tight, Warren.

- [Caddie] Yeah, don't let go.

- We shouldn't be doing this.

(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)

What about quickmires?

- You mean quagmires.
- Or quicksand.

- Well, what about 'em?

Is there any here?

- What's the matter,
are you afraid?

- Oh, don't be a
scaredy-cat, Warren.

We've gotta save, ah my dress!

- [Warren] Boy,
you're in trouble now.

- We're so glad you could come
for dinner, Reverend Tanner.

I must apologize.

The children are usually
so good about mealtimes.

- Oh, there's no need to
apologize, Mrs. Woodlawn.

- [Harriet] May as well
say grace, Reverend.

- As we gather here among our
beloved friends and family,

we count our blessings.

(tense music)
(frogs croaking)

(horse whinnies)

- That's not Nero.

- I was so sure it was him.

- We better get going.

What if they catch us?

- They'll have three new scalps

for their collection,
that's what.

- They don't even
know we're here.

(man speaks Indigenous language)

- Help, help!
- Hey!

(man speaks Indigenous language)

- You leave my brothers alone!

- Kehtana, Kehtana!

- Leave them alone,
and let me go!

(man speaks Indigenous language)

(Kehtana speaks
Indigenous language)

(man speaks Indigenous language)

(Kehtana speaks
Indigenous language)

(suspenseful music)

- You think we're
gonna get scalped?

- If we do, I'm sorry for
everything I ever said to you.

- And so am I.
- Me too.

- You are on Dakota land.

Who are you?

- Caroline Augusta
Woodlawn, sir.

And these are my
brothers, Tom and Warren.

We come in peace.

- You are the child
of John Woodlawn?

- Yes.

We'd like to go home now.

- You have hair like fire.

(tense music)

I am Tukenbheska,
chief of the Dakota.

- Please do not hurt us, Chief.

- Fear is your only enemy,
Caroline Augusta Woodlawn.

As fear becomes the
enemy of my people.

We need not fear children.

(gentle music)

- [Reverend] How are things
down at the mill, John?

- Could be turning into a year
round operation, Reverend.

We've been able to keep

half the men of Dunville
working this summer.

- [Reverend] Ah, the
good Lord has seen fit

to bestow his ample grace.

- Caddie.
(hazelnuts rattling)

- Caroline Augusta Woodlawn.

- Good evening, Reverend Tanner.

Nice to see you again.

These hazelnuts are
for you, Mother.

I'm sorry.

- Where on Earth have you been?

- I went to an Indian camp.

I even saw Chief Tukenbheska.

- You saw Tukenbheska?

- The Dakotas, you marched
into those savages' camp?

You're lucky to be alive, girl.

- Where are your brothers?

- [Caddie] Tom!

- [Harriet] And what
are you wearing?

Where are your clothes?

- Well, I sort of lost them,

crossing the marsh.

- The marsh?

- The chief gave me

this beautiful skirt
to wear, and this vest.

I feel just like an Indian.

- Not in this house, young lady.

Now all of you, get washed,

and Caddie, get in
a dress immediately.

Reverend, I am so sorry.

- I hope you will not consider
this episode a reflection

on the Boston family,
Reverend Tanner.

- Ah, well it seems to me
that young Annabelle here

would be an excellent tutor

if you're ever gonna make
a lady out of Caroline.

Now wouldn't you
agree, Mrs. Woodlawn?

- I agree with you
completely, Reverend.

But you'll have to speak
with my husband about that.

- Well, yes, perhaps it
is my fault, Reverend.

I'm the one who lets Caddie run
a little wild with the boys,

instead of staying
cooped up in the house,

baking bread, dipping candles.

Perhaps you remember
how frail Caddie was

when we first moved
out here from Boston.

Even paler and thinner
than her poor sister.

Then, when we lost
little Mary so suddenly,

I decided I wanted Caddie

to be out in the fresh
and and the sunshine.

Rather she learn strength of
character and independence.

And now, seeing her
so healthy and fit,

and maybe a little headstrong,

but I prefer to see her happy,

enjoying her life.

(crickets chirping)

- [Harriet] Warren,
one mouthful at a time.

- It's growing more
serious every day.

Little Crow and his tribe
have staged brutal attacks

on the other side of
the Mississippi River.

He says homesteaders are
moving on his treaty lands.

- Are they?

- Yes, unfortunately.

And there's trouble even closer.

The McLaren family
up in the next county

had their barn burned
clean to the ground.

- I heard there was a whole
bunch of folks got killed

a couple hundred
miles north of here.

- That doesn't surprise me.

Every town I visit in
Wisconsin is becoming nervous.

- Dunn County settlers
have stayed off

the Dakota hunting grounds.

There won't be any trouble here.

- Still, it's the Indians
at the root of it,

spreadin' fear and dread.

- Chief Tukenbheska said that-

- Caddie, young ladies
listen at the table.

They do not speak,
unless they're spoken to.

- The chief said that
fear is our only enemy.

- [Harriet] Caddie!

- All things considered,

I think it's best to
stay clear of them.

- You're right there, Reverend.

Let those savages tend
to their own business.

We'll take care of ours.

(crickets chirping)

(gentle music)

(owl hooting)

(someone knocking)

- John Woodlawn.

(eerie music)

- [Caddie] Chief Tukenbheska.

- There's another one
just like him out there.

- It's all right, Robert.

Put your gun away.

- I'll be outside,
keeping an eye on things.

(crickets chirping)
(clock ticking)

- Girls, why don't
you go on up to bed?

- Please, please, sit down.

I'm honored by your
visit, Chief Tukenbheska.

What can I do for you?

- When settlers come,
they take Dakota land.

They hunt our game.

Now we must travel far for food.

Our guns are old, not good.

(gun clicking)

- The spring lock is broken
on this musket, Chief.

I don't believe it's even
safe to fire this gun.

Oh, it's all right.

- My child was taken in the
moon of the white earth.

We did not have enough food.

- She died last winter
for lack of food?

(Tukenbheska speaks
Indigenous language)

My heart is underground.

Soon many more Dakota

will answer the call
of the Great Spirit,

and follow my daughter.

Unless we have better guns.

- You want me to fix your guns?

We have heard that the Sioux
up north are on the warpath.

Some of the settlers are afraid

that the Dakotas might
attack their homesteads

here in Dunn County.

- Peace, (speaks
Indigenous language)

is the wish of Tukenbheska.

But one of my braves, Kehtana,

he has fear.

He says to live in peace with
white settlers is to die.

- Do many of your
people feel this way?

Do you think they
would follow Kehtana?

- I am chief of Dakota.

There will be no war.

(Tukenbheska speaks
Indigenous language)

It is my word.

- I'm sure he means it, Father.

- Thank you.

- Harriet?

Could you please ask Ireton
to go down to the smokehouse

and pick out at
least a dozen turkeys

for the chief to
take back with him?

It isn't much, but it'll help
to tide these people over,

and a couple of bushels
of potatoes too.

Now, take a better
look at this gun.

(gun clicking)

Are they all as bad as this one?

Bring your guns to me,

and I'll do what I can to fix
them with new spring locks.

I can't turn them into carbines,

but they'll certainly be more
dependable than they are now.

(wagon rattling)

- Ho, ho, come on,
come on, come on.

(bell dings)
- Caddie?

- Morning, Mr. Torkelsen.

- Morning, Oskar.
- John.

(bell dings)

- How about a cookie, Caddie?

- [Caddie] Stop that, Olaf, or
I'll flatten you on the spot!

- [Olaf] Oh just
try, why don't ya?

- Olaf, back to your chores
and stop bothering people.

- Boy, if I had a
silver dollar like that,

I'd sure know how to spend it.

Hey, how about that?

- Oh my.

- You want to see the music box?

- Yes.

(tinkly music)

How does it work?

- It has many gears inside.

It's very complicated.

Olaf, haven't you finished
filling those bins yet?

- [Olaf] But, Father!

- [Oskar] I don't want to hear

another one of your
excuses, hop to it!

- I'd bet any girl
would like this.

So what do you think, Caddie?

- Sure would,

but I can't make up my mind.

I wanna be sure to get
just the right thing.

- You're never gonna be able
to spend that silver dollar.

- Hey!
(Oskar claps)

What are you doing in here?

- [Caddie] It's one
of the Hankinson boys.

- [Oskar] Go on,
get on outside then.

This is a busy store.

- [Caddie] Why can't he stay?

(bell clanging)

- Oh, it's so exciting.

First day of school
in the Wild West.

But why do you go the height
of summer, for pity's sake?

- Miss Parker teaches
in Durant in the spring.

- You mean there's
only one teacher?

How quaint.

- How many do you need?

- Well forgive me,
but how can one person

know everything
there is to learn?

- That's true.

For once you're right,
Cousin Annabelle.

- Caddie, Tom, little Warren.

Of course you'll be
with us this year.

And this is?

- This is our cousin,
Annabelle Gray,

from Boston, Miss Parker.

She wants to see what our
quaint little school is like.

- I shall be starting
finishing school

in Boston in the fall.

- Well, we are honored
to have you here

in the meanwhile, Miss Gray.

Do come in.

(hooves clopping)

(bell clangs)

- Oh, only one room?

Oh, how absolutely primitive.

Where shall we sit?

- I plan to sit over
there with my friends.

You can sit anywhere you want.

- What, no apple for
the teacher, Caddie?

(Olaf laughs)

- [Caddie] Hi, Pete.

- Where do you think
you're sitting, Injun?

Get out of my seat.

I already spoke for it.

You better get back there
where you won't wreck my view.

Now.

You too!

- Olaf Torkelsen, how dare you?

- [Boy] Ahem.

- Hello, I'm Annabelle
Gray from Boston.

Most pleased to make your
acquaintance, I'm sure.

(plucky music)

(kids giggling)

How could you?

Give me back my chapeau.

- Your what?

- Her hat, Olaf Torkelsen.

Give it back.

Give it back, give it back!

- Come on, Caddie.

I knew you'd be
smarter than that.

- Let her go.
- Who asked you, halfbreed?

- Leave my sister alone!
- I said let her go!

(bell clanging)

- Olaf Torkelsen and
Caroline Woodlawn!

- She started it, Miss Parker.

She hit me with that ruler.

- He took Annabelle's hat.

Olaf is a rude and mean boy,

and I'm glad I
smacked him for it.

- Hey, no girl
tells me what to do!

And I don't have to listen to
no stupid girls, not even you!

(kids gasping)

- Olaf Torkelsen,
that is enough!

Now I'll show you
who's in charge.

In the woodshed.

As for you, Caroline Woodlawn,

your mother will
hear about this.

- "She and Olaf Torkelsen
had a scuffle in class.

We must not let this matter
go unattended, Miss Parker."

Rolling like a ruffian on
the first day of school?

I am ashamed of you, Caroline.

- He's just a bully, Mother.

He started it.

- Olaf took my hat.

Must say, it was rather
heroic, Auntie Harriet.

- There is no excuse
for scrapping.

A young lady never
resorts to fighting,

under any circumstances.

- Even when someone's
doing what they shouldn't?

- Under any circumstances.

Now, I want you to put this on.

Annabelle is gonna teach
you how to roll out dough

for the turkey pies.

Least if I have
you in the kitchen,

I can keep an eye on you.

(birds chirping)
(clock ticking)

- It's quite simple, really.

I got you in trouble, didn't I?

- Never mind, it's
not your fault.

- My word, you really did

stand up to that
bully, didn't you?

You know what I do
when I'm feeling low?

I go out, and I buy
myself something nice.

Maybe a new hat.

- I don't want a new hat,

but maybe I will buy
myself something.

- Get down, get down!

- What is it, Rob?
- Indians, hundreds of 'em!

- [Harriet] What's going on?

- Father's out there.
- Good heavens.

- Robert, put that thing away.

- Caddie, get back in the house.

- Stay there, Caddie!

- [Caddie] Let me
go, Mr. Ireton!

- You don't know what
they're gonna do!

- Let her go, Ireton.

(Tukenbheska speaks
Indigenous language)

John Woodlawn.

Kehtana!

(Tukenbheska speaks
Indigenous language)

(Tukenbheska speaks
Indigenous language)

- It'll take me a few days.

(Tukenbheska speaks
Indigenous language)

- Robert, let me get
these to the barn.

- Could've just as
easily been a war party.

- You knew I agreed
to fix their guns.

- Oskar, do you have any of
those musket spring locks left?

I need about two dozen or so.

- I'll have to check.

Not too much call
for them these days.

- I know you're gonna
regret this, Mr. Woodlawn.

I mean no disrespect sir,
I just feel it in my bones.

- That's a lot of guns.

You plan on starting
a war or something?

- I'm giving them
to the Dakotas.

- You're what?

- They've barely been able

to bag enough game
to survive this year.

- Is that so?

(tense music)

Well, I don't think
it's in my power

to let you have those, John,

now I know you're planning to
give them to those savages.

- The Dakotas are
a peaceful people.

Lest I'm mistaken, we give
our neighbors a helping hand

when times are hard.

- But they are
savages just the same.

So I'd thank you to
put those spring locks

back on the counter, John.

- I don't think so, Oskar.

You put these on my account.

It's good doing
business with you.

Come on, Caddie.

(bell dings)

(kids murmuring)

- [Kid] Pete, it's your pa.

(kids murmuring)

(kids giggling)

- [Miss Parker] Children?

Children?

- Pa, whatcha doin'?

- What's it look
like I'm doing here?

I'm taking the mule.

Get outta here.

- We have business of our
own do we not, children?

- [Pete] How are we
supposed to get to school?

- You got feet, walk!

- [Miss Parker]
Please, sit down.

Grade one, I'll be checking
your alphabet next.

Grade two, you should
finish your arithmetic.

Caroline, would you
please be seated?

Caroline.

(kids giggling)

- [Kid] He's crying.

(emotional music)

(kids giggling)

- Eyes on your work.

- I ain't seen everything,

now I seen an Indian crying.

- That's enough, Olaf.

Pete?

Pete.

- Pa took our mule.

(clock chiming)

(birds chirping)

- Caddie?

Why don't you head
back without me?

I have stuff to do.

- Again?

- So?

- All right, then.

I have things to do, too.

- [Tom] I'll see you at
suppertime, all right?

- Hey, Pete.

You walking all the way home?

- [Pete] Yeah.

- Where'd your father
take your mule?

- Don't know.

Minnesota, or someplace.

- My uncle took my
dog Nero to St. Louis.

It's a long walk to
school every day.

Pa coming back soon?

- Depends.

(emotional music)

- He just took their mule,
to Minnesota or somewhere.

Who watches after them, Mother?

They don't even have any shoes,

and practically everybody
at school is mean to them.

They even laughed at them.

- The misfortune of others

sometimes makes some people
feel nervous, I suppose.

Afraid of things they
don't understand.

Watch what you're
doing there, dear.

- There's nothing
to be afraid of.

They're only little boys.

- Well, sometimes
people are afraid

of what others may think.

- I'm not afraid, are you?

- Caddie Woodlawn, I can see

you certainly are your
father's daughter.

No, you're right.

We must never be
afraid to be kind

to other people, no
matter who they are.

And if anybody
criticizes you for that,

you just turn the other
cheek and carry on.

(pleasant music)

- Wanna go to Mr. Torkelsen's
store after school today?

- What do you mean by that?

- I was just asking.

- Well, it's my own
business, Caddie.

- What is?

- Forget it, all right?

- Well, I'm going to spend
my silver dollar today.

- On what?

- I'm not sure, but I
do like that music box.

(plucky music)

(bell dings)

- [Oskar] Afternoon, Caddie.

- Hello.
(bell dings)

Might just take another look

at that music box,
if you don't mind.

(tinkly music)

Oh my, can we just take a look
inside and see how it works?

- Well, let's see if we
can get this open here, ah.

- Isn't that something?

It has gears, just like a clock.

- So it does.

Could be that's
why it's so dear.

About as costly as
anything in the store.

Excuse me, Caddie.

(tinkly music)

- [Customer] Here
to pick up my order.

(register dings)

- [Oskar] Now, where were we?

- I've changed my
mind, Mr. Torkelsen.

I'd like to buy three pair of
these walking boots instead.

- [Oskar] Don't know
if I have three pair

in your size, Caddie.

- They're not for me.

What size do you suppose Sam
Hankinson's boys would take?

- You're buying shoes
for those halfbreeds?

- They need them.

- [Oskar] These
should be about right.

- See that they get these shoes,

but please don't say
anybody bought them.

Say they're extras or something.

(hooves clopping)

(register dings)

Tom Woodlawn.

What are you doing here?

- I got a job.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I don't know.

- Bye, Mr. Torkelsen.

(gentle music)

- Now, Caddie, there
are three napkins here.

I'd like to see three napkins
returned to this house.

What do you do with them, child?

Do you eat them or something?

- We were catching
toads in them.

I'll look for them in the
woods on the way home.

- No, I want you to come
straight home after school.

Cousin Annabelle's gonna
show us some needlepoint.

Boys, come get your lunches,
it's time for school.

Put your lunch in
your bag, and Warren,

I don't want you running
around outside there.

I want you to sit down
and eat your lunch.

- [Warren] I just
told you I'd do it.

(emotional music)

- Goodbye, Mother.

- Bye, Mother.
- Bye.

Have a good day.
- Goodbye, Mother.

- Goodbye.

(kids chattering)

(tender music)

(kids chattering)

- Injun lover.

- I am just going to
ignore you, Olaf Torkelsen.

- [Miss Parker] Grades
seven and eight,

there will be an exam on Monday.

(kids chattering)

- Bye.
- Bye, Caddie.

- Don't wait for me, I'll
catch up in a minute.

Ella Mae?

Ella Mae, I heard it was your
birthday coming up tomorrow.

- Yes, I'll be 14.

- Well, you know, I've never
given a birthday present

to a girl before, except
Caddie, but that doesn't count.

Well, I kinda had this
hanging around and well,

I thought you might
like to have it.

Gotta make sure
it's wound though,

'cause nothing much
happens if it's not.

(tinkly music)
- Tom?

This is the most beautiful thing

I've ever received
in my whole life.

I'll treasure it always.

Thank you.

Well, I've gotta go now.

Mother's come for me.

(tender music)

- [Annabelle] Pull it
tight, but not too tight.

- Comme ca?

Caddie, come and see this
lovely new petit point

that Cousin Annabelle
just showed me.

- I'll teach you too,
if you want, Caroline.

- It's so simple, dear.

Come, just try.

No.

- Ow!

- Better not try it just now.

- I can do it, Mother.

- Why don't I go
make us some tea?

- Caddie, come here.

What's wrong?

- Tom gave Ella Mae a present.

- I know.

- You know?

- He asked permission to work

in Mr. Torkelsen's store
so he could buy it.

- Why would he keep a
secret like that from me?

- Well, Caddie,
Tom is growing up.

I think he might be a
little sweet on Ella Mae.

- But she's no fun.

She's afraid of
snakes and horses,

and she just always
practices her music.

She never says anything.

I bet she's never said

more than a half a
dozen words to him.

- It's not like you to
judge so harshly, Caddie.

Ella Mae is a lovely young lady.

You'll find young men like that.

- You mean Tom?

He's not a man.

Anyhow, I'm loads
more fun than her.

- When you get older, you'll
find somebody special too.

- May I go now?

- Yes, dear.

Caddie?

(string plucks)

(somber music)

(rock plops)

(frogs croaking)

(rock plops)

- You should try this one on.

It would look ravishing on you.

- That's all right,
no thank you.

- If I were you, I wouldn't
worry about Tom and Ella Mae.

Men, they're all the same.

You can never tell what
on earth they're up to.

Oh please, I'm dying to
see what you look like

in something pretty
for a change.

You've such perfect
posture, you know, Caddie?

- I do?

- I know girls in Boston
who would absolutely die

to have such a regal bearing.

And your eyes?

My dear, I don't
think you realize how
sensational they are.

- They are?

- Here, just put
this on for a moment.

It'll frame your face
like a halo, there.

You look divine.

See what I mean?

(pleasant music)

- Oh my.

(both giggle)

(gun fires)

(guns firing)

- The guns are good.

Thank you, John Woodlawn.

Eye of the hawk,
Cetan, is closed.

(tender music)

- Where's your
little darling, Tom?

(Olaf laughs)

- Are you all
right, Miss Parker?

- As many of you know, Ella
Mae Hayman has been quite ill

these last few months.

I'm afraid that I
have to tell you

that Ella Mae won't be
here with us anymore.

She passed away last evening.

(kids murmuring)

(emotional music)

- Ella Mae Hayman brought joy

into the hearts of all she knew.

Her childhood was like a
delicate piece of music.

Her memory will be caught

with the pureness
of light in a prism.

Now, her hymns rise up and swell

to join in harmony
with the spheres,

but the music of her short
life will never fade away.

May the good Lord
take this child,

and protect her in his
everlasting goodness.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- So sorry.

- Tom Woodlawn, I have
something for you.

I know Ella Mae would want
you to keep this for her.

(emotional music)

- [Robert] Maybe Sam Hankinson
should've known better

than to go up there

with Little Crow and his
tribe on the rampage.

Now see, that's what can
happen, Mr. Woodlawn,

when you get mixed up in
arming Indians with guns.

- [Harriet] Those
poor children of his.

- I warned him to stay away.

They took everything
and left him dead

on the side of the road.

Now Little Crow's
escaped custody,

there'll be no justice done.

- [Robert] See, them
Siouxs stick together.

Could just be they'll
come down here

and link up with the Dakotas.

- [Reverend] They say Little
Crow left close to 200 dead.

- [Harriet] 200?

- That's what I'm telling
ya, you can't trust Injuns.

That's how it'll be
here, just like that.

- The Dakotas are different.

I've met with Tukenbheska.

He and his people know
us now, and respect us.

- Respect.

That was no respect
I saw the other day

on the face of that
redskin they call Kehtana.

That was hate I saw
in that Indian's eyes.

- I've heard about
those guns, John,

and it's got me worried.

We don't know what
they're up to.

We can't understand them.

And they'll never understand us.

- That's what I'm trying
to change, Reverend.

There won't be any understanding

if we don't treat each other

with common decency,
as neighbors.

- Well, I don't feel
like counting no Indians

amongst my neighbors if
it's all the same to you.

- Tom?
(Tom grunts)

What if we get ambushed tonight?

- We'll be asleep, so we
wouldn't even know about it.

Least some of us would be if
the rest would quit talking.

- I'm so afraid, Caroline.

Indians on the warpath?

And you said that
the West wasn't wild.

- They're not on the warpath.

Father's right
about the Dakotas.

He knows them
better than anybody.

(crickets chirping)

(birds chirping)

- Mr. Woodlawn, Mr. Woodlawn!
(hooves clopping)

Mr. Woodlawn!

Mr. Woodlawn!

Mr. Woodlawn, did you
see it, did you see it?

- What, what?

- It's just like
the reverend said.

It's started, it started.

I saw it myself,
not two hours ago,

coming back from town.

I went back to warn everybody.

Somebody there said they
heard the same thing.

- Calm down, Robert, calm down.

Now what did you hear?

- I was at the tavern,
this fellow Rosen.

He says the Indians
are gathering

for an uprising against us.

- What Indians, where?

- The Dakotas, who else?

- [Harriet] Oh, John.

- Then I saw it with my own
eyes, coming back from town.

The Skeel house, all aflame.

- The Skeels?

Oh no.

- Thick black smoke
were pouring out

of all the doors and windows,

bloodthirsty redskins running
in and dragging bodies out.

I hightailed it back to
town to sound the alarm.

The massacre has started.

Them folks are going
to get their families.

They're coming here.

- They're coming here?

- Yeah, we've gotta put up
a solid front against 'em.

- We'll need food.

John, we'll need some of those
turkeys to feed everybody.

Annabelle, you'll have
to help me start baking.

(people shouting)
(wagons rattling)

(ominous music)

Oh Mrs. Foster, you
and the children

will sleep in the parlor.

Oh Mrs. Jameson, take
your things upstairs.

- Okay, the important
thing is to stay calm.

No one really knows
what's happened.

- [Robert] I know what
I saw, Mr. Woodlawn.

- I heard Tukenbheska

was aligned with Little
Crow the whole time.

- What are we gonna
do, sit around here

and wait 'til they
come and kill us?

Is that the kind of proof
you need, Mr. Woodlawn, sir?

- I would like to ride
out to the Skeel place,

and look around for myself.

Now, who'd like to go with me?

- Well, I ain't goin'
out there to look,

not with the whole Skeel
family all scalped and shot,

and probably with
some of them same guns

that you went and
made up, Woodlawn.

(tense music)

- I'll go, Father.

- All right, saddle up, son.

(people murmuring)

- Uncle John is very
brave, isn't he?

- You kids are not
goin' in that house!

Come here!

- Let go, let me go!

Let me go!

- Leave 'em alone, Mr. Ireton!

- Stay away from 'em,
Caddie, they're Indians!

- No they're the Hankinson boys,

and they happen
to be my friends!

- Indians got no
friends around here!

- Let go!
- Robert!

Robert?

Robert!

- Let go of me!

(Robert panting)

- What has come
over you, Robert?

They're only children.

- Redskins are redskins.

They're going back
where they belong.

- Let go!

Let me go!

- Now you better
put that gun down,

unless you intend
to use it on me.

And don't you dare stand
up to me, Robert Ireton.

(somber music)

Now boys, go on into the house.

Caddie, what are
you waiting for?

- Come on.

- I've never seen Mr.
Ireton like that, Mother.

It's frightening.

- Don't worry, Caddie.

They're safe in here.

- [Caddie] What's
going to happen to them

now that Sam's been killed?

- Well?

We'll just have to see that
they're taken care of, won't we?

- Yes, and like you said,

we don't care what other
people think, do we?

- No, we don't.

(emotional music)

(crickets chirping)

(men murmuring)

- [Robert] Now listen to me,
well I'm tired of waiting.

- [Oskar] What do you
mean to do about it?

- What do you think
the Indians do

when they're out for blood?

I tell you what they do,
they stage an ambush.

That's what we oughta be
doing, attack 'em first.

We'll wipe out the
whole lot of 'em

before they know what hit 'em.

- Yes sir, it's the element
of surprise that counts.

I know where they's
camped up river.

- The whole county'd be
better off without 'em.

- I don't know, next thing
you know more of them

will be coming in from
all over the territory.

- No, no, that's where
you're wrong, see?

We massacre these Dakotas,

that'll send a
message to all of 'em

that we mean business
here in Dunn County.

- Look here, a lot of you fellas

work for John Woodlawn
up at the mill,

so you know he's
a reasonable man.

Now maybe we should wait for
him, get his opinion on this.

- There is no time for
waiting for anybody.

If we're gonna do this
thing, we're gonna do it now.

(men agreeing)

(ominous music)

- Mother, I have to talk to you.

- Not now.

- It's important, please.

The men are talking
about a massacre.

They're planning to
kill all the Dakotas

to scare all the
other Indians off.

They said so.

- I'm sure it's a lot of talk.

- No, they're going tonight,
they're angry and they mean it.

- Wait 'til your father gets
home, he'll calm them down.

- They're not going
to wait for Father.

They don't even
wanna listen to him.

- Stop this.

There is not one solitary thing

that Caddie Woodlawn
can do about it.

It's men's business, not
something for a young lady.

Now, you help Annabelle finish.

I'm gonna go put Warren to bed.

(people murmuring)
(baby crying)

(tense music)

- Caroline?

What are you doing?

- The men are going to
kill all the Indians.

I've gotta tell
Chief Tukenbheska.

- You can't go there now!

- I have to.

People's lives depend on it.

- Ah, Caroline.

- You've gotta
keep this a secret.

You've gotta promise me, please.

I'm sorry for everything I
ever did to you, forgive me.

This is important.

- Oh, be careful, Caddie.

(horse nickers)

(men chattering)

(ominous music)

(hooves clopping)

(men chattering)

(hooves clopping)

(wolf howls)

(crickets chirping)

(men chattering)

- Hot tea's almost ready.

We'll bring it out in a moment.

(hooves clopping)

(owl hooting)

(men chattering)

- [Man] Mr. Ireton, Mrs.
Woodlawn's been looking for you.

(ominous music)

(Caddie screaming)

- No!

- You wanted to see me, ma'am?

- Robert, put your gun down.

Is it true what I've heard

about the men going
to attack the Indians?

- Who told you that?

- Is it true?

It is true, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Robert, you have
created a situation

that is out of control.

You have got to do
something to stop the men.

- It's not me that done
it, it's the Dakotas.

And your husband.

- Now you listen to me.

You are playing with fire.

You must stop this.

- Can't stop us
now, Mrs. Woodlawn.

Not when our lives are
in danger like this.

- Yes, our lives are at stake.

All of our lives.

And I implore you to wait
'til my husband gets back.

You can't leave us unprotected.

- I'm not sure he's
coming home, ma'am.

All right, half an hour.

But if he's not back here,
I'm going after those Indians.

(crickets chirping)

- Hey, your time's up, Ireton.
- We been waiting long enough.

(horse snorts)
- What's that?

- Ireton!

There's somebody comin'
down the south road!

(hooves clopping)
(men murmuring)

- Hold your fire,
he's got Caddie.

(men chattering)

(dramatic music)

- Caddie, are you all right?

- Yes.

- You'll let her go

if you know what's good
for you, Tukenbheska.

- I'm all right.

Tukenbheska would never harm me.

Don't you see?

He's our friend.

(tense music)

- Uh-huh, it looks
like he brought

some of your so-called
friends with him.

- Look what you gone
and done now, girl.

- They're only protecting
him, you don't understand!

(tense music)

Oh no, please don't!

- Chief Tukenbheska, please.

Let her come to me, please.

(hooves clopping)
- Hold it!

- Father, Father, stop them!

- John.

- Hold it.

Now, what are you people doing?

Look over there.

Look over there, all of
you, look over there.

- Max Skeel!

You're alive.

- There has been
no Indian attack.

- Ireton said you was murdered.

- We're alive as we ever been.

Martha, and me, and the
kids are all just fine.

- What you saw was nothing but
a soap kettle fire, Ireton.

- Some tallow
spilled in the fire.

Wind blew the smoke
right through the house.

Thank god there were
some Dakotas nearby

who come to our rescue.

Without their help, we never
would've got that fire out.

- You thought you saw something

because you told yourself
it had already happened,

so you saw what you wanted,

but we all know the truth now.

These people have
pledged their respect,

and by helping Max Skeel,
have shown their friendship.

All they want is
to live in peace,

and I believe that's
what we all want here.

(emotional music)

(people murmuring)

- You are a good friend.

Bless you.

- Thank you.

(hooves clopping)

(crickets chirping)

- Caddie, you sure were brave.

- Well so were you, Tom.

- Please don't be
angry with me, Mother.

I was so scared.

- So was I, darling.

I am so proud that you're
my daughter, Caddie.

You listened to your conscience.

You knew what you had
to do, and you did it.

There's so many things
I could teach you,

but I could never
teach you that.

Oh, my baby.

(whistle toots)

Edmund!

- Ah, it is so good
to see you all.

- Welcome back.

- How you doing?

- Where's Caddie and Annabelle?

(pleasant music)
Well, look at this.

Do my eyes deceive me, or is
this Caddie and Annabelle?

- Hello, Uncle Edmund.

- Hello, Uncle Edmund.

Oh, how I wish you didn't
have to take me home so soon.

I know I shall wilt
with boredom in Boston.

- My word, I suspect I
have a lot to catch up on.

Say, I have a surprise
for you, Caddie.

A nice lady in Hannibal found
him wandering the streets.

He's perfectly trained now.

He'll sit like that for
hours when I tell him to.

- Nero!

(pleasant music)
(Nero barking)

(Caddie giggling)

Nero!

(pleasant music)

(Nero barking)

(Nero barking)

(Caddie laughing)

Get the other stick!

(Nero barking)

- Come here.
(Caddie grunts)

- I guess, some
things don't change

that easily after all, do they?

- Oh well, I can't imagine
us being any happier

than we are right
at this moment.

(pleasant music)

(Nero barking)

(Caddie laughing)

(Nero barking)
- Nero!

(Nero barking)

(kids laughing)

Come on!

(Nero barking)

(pleasant music)