All language subtitles for Route66 - S01E08 (Legacy for Lucia)

(orchestra music)

- 30.

(sirens)

This is 95 to all stations,

this is 95 to all stations.

We've just dropped below 30.

Suspend all operations.

- Okay, I'll shut
'em down, then.

Hey, Ron, knock 'em off!

- Let me out of here!

(speaking Italian)

(frantic orchestra music)

Quick, jump in!

It will give us
some shelter here.

- You think that's
an air raid warning?

- It is not?

- No, district ranger at
the mill blows that whistle

to stop all logging
operations whenever there

isn't enough
moisture in the air.

I guess you've never heard
of the Tillamook burn

of '32.

Around here that's
all they talk about.

Started just from one
fella dragging a log.

That's how dry the air was.

Killed 12 billion
feet of lumber, and
a lot of people, too.

- Here I thought it was
the end of the world.

And me, so far from home.

(endearing orchestra music)

- I'm sorry, I was just
trying to figure out

where home was.

- Palagonia.

You don't know
where is Palagonia?

It's beyond Monte
Pellegrino in Sicily.

I take the boat from
Napoli, then I take the bus

from New York.

Today, I am here.

Today is Monday, no?

So, Friday I go back, you see?

Uncle Pepino say
five days enough.

What do you think?

- Well, that depends.

- Well, I think Uncle
Pepino, he's right.

He always know.

Even a thing so
helpless as a girl,

she can sell a
state in five day.

What is it to sell a state?

- State? What state?

- This state. Oregon.

It belong to me.

(curious music)

Nathaniel Hobbs, I
find him where, please?

- Who?

- Nathaniel Hobbs.

- Nathaniel Hobbs?

- Si.

- Somewhere back in Shonigan
Creek in a slat cabin.

Might as well bunk
inside a picket fence.

Nobody knows exactly where,
except Bill Morrison.

- Well, he come to this
place to get his mail, no?

- Last mail Nathaniel got
was V mail during the war.

- From Alec.

- You knew Alec?

- Oh, yeah.

- Well, now, you might
be just the one person

Nathaniel will talk to, that is,

till Bill Morrison.

I'll tell you what, you go
on down to the base mill

and ask for Morrison.

He's the foreman.

Maybe he'll take you
up to see Nathaniel.

- Thank you.

- Just drive straight down
the road about three miles.

You can't miss it.

- Thank you.

Remind, how much is it, please?

In the kilometer.

- Well, it's too far to walk.

Wouldn't you say
so, Mr. Anderson?

She come in on the bus?

- Well, you go on down and
know with this young fella,

Miss.

Name's Tod Stiles.

He's been in our
community a short while,

him and his buddy, and
I'll vouch for him.

- I take that?

- Oh, thank you, but it
must be carried just so.

I'm bringing cheese for
the senore and good salami.

(sirens)

- The all clear.

- It is truly what he told me,

a place where the trees form
a temple everywhere you look.

It is like a church, no
shelves, not violated.

And no bombs have brought down.

You did not know him?

- Who?

- Alec.

- No.

- Look, Miss Trapini.

- Trepani.

- We're not trying
to stand in your way.

It's just that we're
trying to prevent you

from getting hurt.

- But, Senore Morrison, why
should he wish to hurt me?

All I seek of him
is that he take me

to the Senore house.

- That stuff you said about
owning Oregon, you know?

- But I do, I'll show you.

- You don't have to.

See, the fact is, you
don't know Morrison.

- We go into his office
with a story like that,

he's liable to throw
the three of us out.

- Why?

- Well, Mr. Morrison's a
pretty rugged character,

and he doesn't go into much.

- Yeah, right now, especially.

He's got a lot on his mind.

The mill's behind schedule.

It's liable to close
down any minute,

we get another one of those
fire alarms like this morning.

- Alec told me all
about the senore.

He say he's like a Sicilian.

He is born old,
wise, and worried.

You take me to him, please.

- Miss Trepani, really.

- Call me Lucia.

And you, you call me Lucia also.

- So, we'll take you to
Mr. Morrison's office.

What can he do to us?

- Well, for a start, he
could put us on (mumbling)

and peel us for plywood.

But who cares.

- Ernie, you and that whistle
of yours cost me 36 minutes

this morning.

- Look, I you where the line is.

Not where it's supposed to be.

- I learned to read a rain
stick is where I learned

to read my ABCs.

You had no right to blow
that whistle, Earnest.

I saw that hygrometer, it
was just above the 30 line.

- That's funny.

I read it just under.

You know, they sure
didn't do you any favor

when they put that
tie around your neck,

and sat you behind a desk.

Get back in the woods, Bill.

You can smell the
heat in the air.

I gotta get going.

I left Thompson on
duty at the hygrometer.

- Thompson.

- He knows what he's doing,
and he's got his orders.

That line goes down to 30,
and he pushes the button,

and this time, it stays
pushed till we get rain.

- [Woman on Phone] Mr. Morrison,

there's a young lady
out here to see you,

and two men from the rotary--

- All right, send them in.

Boy, you don't budge, do you?

- I guess we're cut from
the same stand, Bill.

- Mr. Morrison, this
is Lucia Trepani.

- Hi.

- Well, I was in the post
office when she asked directions

to the mill, and turns
out, she wanted to see you,

so we brought her up here.

- I'm pleased,
Senore, to know you.

- So, you brought
her here and what?

- She came all the way
from Italy, Mr. Morrison,

and some of the things she
says need interpretation.

- Yeah.

We know how busy you are,
so if you can just tell us

where Nathaniel
Hobbs's place is,

we'll see to it
that she gets there.

- Nathaniel Hobbs?

What do you want with him?

- Well, it's just a social call.

- Nathaniel Hobbs is antisocial.

He doesn't see anybody,
except maybe me.

Particularly anybody from Italy.

- He will see me, Senore.

- Oh, he will, huh?

- Because of Alec.

- Alec Hames?

Impossible.

- How so, Senore?

- He's been dead for 17 years.

- Since the dawn of the
21st day of July, 1943.

- How do you know that?

- His arms were
about me, Senore,

protecting me from
the German artillery,

and his words, his voice,
a comfort to dry my tears

at the death of
my mama and papa.

- You must have
been only a child.

- I had nine years.

- And you remember?

- In my lifetime, it is
what I remember the most.

Everything before
that, it is nothing.

Everything after.

- Goodness.

I am sorry.

Alec was something
special to me.

I had to be sure.

- He love you, Senore,
just like a brother.

And he was so proud of you.

He told me that you
could ride a log

over a waterfall, and
never even get wet.

He said you could ride
the bubbles to shore.

- Alec said that, huh?

- He said many things, Senore,
before the sunrise came.

I have only to close
my eyes, and his words

come back to me.

From a girl to a
woman, I've grown,

and I found so much in
his words, all the years

I was growing.

I always say to my Uncle Pepino.

I always say, I can never
grow to reach above his words.

They were so high,
Senore, like your trees.

That is why he gave them to me.

- He gave what to you?

- "Lucia," he said.

"As long as man owns a tree,
for him, there is great hope."

"A tree," he said.

"She points the right way.

"She make a man to look up,

"and the man who
looks up," he said,

"for him there is
a good chance."

- He gave you Timberland?

- So many acres! Many acres.

- Like the whole state.

- Yeah, or a big piece of it.

- Now, I come to sell.

I don't want to.

I fight them all, but the
mayor and my Uncle Pepino,

they make so much
noise, and so much talk.

They make me come here
to sell, but still,

I don't want to sell
what Alec gives to me.

And I would not, not
even for my Uncle Pepino.

Were it not that we had
lost our (speaking Spanish)

Our Virgin Mary.

And now, in Palagonia,
the times are worse now

than ever before.

We must have a new Holy
Mother, made and ready

for Good Friday, and
there's so little time.

I want you to
understand something.

We do not want a
hollow plaster shell.

Oh no.

We don't want the Holy Mother
that they make in a factory.

But the Madonna, she's
handmade of black enamel,

and she has a real silver
dagger in her breast,

and around her shoulders,
she has a shiny cape.

It's all fringed with gold,
and a glass shadow box

like nothing in all of Sicily!

- Look, Miss Trepani, I--

- Oh please, you too.

You call me Lucia.

- All right, Lucia.

What did Alec exactly give you?

I mean, you say trees.

Well, all right, what
kind of trees, and where?

(tender orchestra music)

To the child, Lucia Trepani.

That her eyes will always
know the height of the sky,

that her fingertips may
always touch the stars.

She may listen to the
whisper of the wind

through the tops of trees.

I, Corporal Alexander
Hames of the United States

7th Army, being of
sound mind, do hereby,

on this 21st of July, 1943,

leave and bequeath all claim
I have to the wide forests

of Oregon, to the giant trees

which are my own heritage.

- Senore, I do not want to
sell what Alec give to me,

but I'm coming such a
long way from Palagonia,

for my Uncle Pepino,
for the Holy Virgin.

What else can I do?

- I guess you'll just
have to sell, Lucia.

If Alec gave you everything
he had a claim on,

he must have had a good reason.

Good enough for me, anyway.

Course now, we have
to find out the extent

of his properties.

The only man that can tell
us that is Nathaniel Hobbs.

- He tell me all
about Nathaniel.

- Well, he's not the same man
he was when Alec knew him.

By the way, I want
you two to come along.

Stay with her while I try to
reason with Nathaniel Hobbs.

- I got the station
wagon outside.

- I'll be back in
an hour, Helen.

- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Morrison.

Just what you read?

That's all there was?

- Uh-Huh.

- She came all the way from
Sicily because of that?

That piece of paper doesn't
have any legal status,

at all.

I don't care how
much land Alex owned.

- He didn't own a square foot
of Timberland, Mr. Stiles.

Or anything else,
for that matter.

(pressing orchestra music)

It gets a little hairy at times,

especially when you realize
they're carrying 25 tons

of peeler.

They couldn't stop
if they tried.

- You know, this trip could
replace Russian roulette.

- Yeah, why don't we walk?

- You have to
understand, Mr. Morrison,

it's not that Tod's
afraid for himself.

He's looking out
for Lucia, and me,

but since he mentioned
it, why don't we all walk?

- I'll go negotiate with him.

- Negotiate?

- Maybe you don't get
the picture, Mr. Stiles.

Outside of me, Nathaniel
hasn't spoken to anybody

in 17 years.

You understand, Lucia.

- Alec was his son?

- No more than I am.

He just raised us both
after Alec's mother and dad,

and mine too, were
lost in a timber fire.

I'll call you, Lucia, when
I'm getting ready to see you.

(orchestra music)

Hey, dog.

(laughing)

How are you, dog?

Say, you haven't
forgotten me, have you?

It hasn't been that long
since I've been here.

How are you?

- [Hobbs] Been going on a month!

- Well, I'd come out
sooner, Nathaniel,

except for this dry weather,
every minute counts.

Right now, Harry Dockins
pushing us for time.

Says he may have to shut us
down till the rains come.

- [Hobbs] I hear the
whistle this morning.

Who's that pack of
people you brung?

Jammed around your
wagon, staring up here

like this place was a zoo?

- Now, Nathaniel, I'm
not gonna stand here

and get all hoarse
shouting at you.

You want to talk to me,
you come on over here.

- [Hobbs] Not till
you get rid of them.

- I want to bring one
of them up here, a girl.

- You what?

- She brought some
wine from Italy.

All the way from
Italy, just for you.

- I don't want nothing
from no Italians.

- They didn't do it, Nathaniel.

- Nazis, all the rest of 'em.

What's the difference?

Just for me, you say?

- Mm-Hmm.

- What does she want with me?

- She knew Alec.

She was with him
when he was killed.

- Talking about it,
what good'll that do?

- Nathaniel, you used to
say you'd give ten years

of your life, if you could
find out how it happened.

Remember?

Remember all those
letters you wrote?

The War Department,
the president asking
for every detail?

Corporal Alexander Hames
was killed in action,

defending an advanced position
outside Palermo, period.

Remember?

Right down there is the girl
who was there when it happened.

She came halfway around
the world to meet you.

- Too late now.

I've been forgetting
about it for 17 years.

- Oh, you should've gone
on a bus like I did.

One hellbent dragged
through the gutter bus

over and done with, not
drag it out like this.

What right do you got perched
up here, like an eagle?

There's a world out there,
and you're still in it,

and it's still got
something coming from you.

- Now look, boy.

There was a bull bucker,
two whistle punks,

a cat skinner, and
three high climbers,

and I trumped them all
one day, all seven of 'em,

for saying less to me
than you just said.

- I should have
said it years ago.

You think you're
doing Alec a favor?

Shutting yourself off,
hating the whole world?

- It's a world worth hating.

- You ever know Alec to
hate anything or anybody?

- It got him killed, didn't it?

- So who's kept
his memory alive?

You?

Everyone but you.

I'm going down there
and bring her up,

and you're gonna play along.

She thinks Alec left
her a lot of property,

so she's come here to sell it.

Now, you're supposed to
tell her where it is,

and how much it's worth.

What are you gonna
tell her, Nathaniel?

- Nothing.

I ain't gonna tell her nothing.

'Cause I'm not about to see her.

- She believes in Alec.

You want her to lose that?

- Why shouldn't she?

- Because she believes!

- Tell her to go back
where she come from.

(stark strings)

- He wasn't home, Lucia.

- But I saw him, the
man you were talking to.

- That wasn't him.

That was somebody else.

Somebody I never saw before.

Lucia, why don't you wait
here, and I'll see Mrs. Wiliams

about a room?

- Try to get you
the resident rate.

- How much it is?

This resident rate?

- Five bucks, American plan.

- Then I take the Italian
plan for $1 a day.

Uncle Pepino, he write
down how much I'm to spend

each day.

He say so much for food,
so much for the room.

He say $1 a day, I
can get the very best.

- This Uncle Pepino, is he
the village spendthrift?

- I don't understand.

- Like, how much money
do you have, right now?

- I'm embarrassed.

- I don't blame you, Lucia.

It's an embarrassing question,
but that's why Buzz'll

never get ulcers.

No inhibitions.

- How much have you got?

- I'm embarrassed
because I am so rich.

$12. I have $12.

But by Friday, I
will have $7,800.

- After you sell Oregon.

- Si.

- Mrs. Williams, this is Lucia.

- Hello, Lucia.

Mr. Morrison tells me
you've come quite a trip,

young lady.

Well, I've got a
lovely room for you.

All done up fresh,
and a hot tub running.

Oh, I bet your famished.

Come here.

- Is this American
or Italian plan?

- Plain old Oregon plan, child.

You're my guest.

- Oh, I do not take
charity, Senora.

- This isn't charity, Lucia.

Once Alex Hames gave
this whole town,

lock, stock and barrel,

including this house of mine.

- He gave it to you?

Oh, he was so kind
to be so rich.

- As a matter of fact, Lucia,
he gave most everything away

when he shipped overseas.

You know how it is.

Except what he gave you.

- And you still love him.

You still love him,
after all these years.

- Well, at least we got
her a place to stay.

Come on.

- Tell him about the $7,800.

- That's what she
expects to get.

$7800 by Friday.

- Look, Mr. Morrison, I
know they make machines

with better brains
than I've got,

but I sorta got a
thought on the subject.

Why don't we tell her the truth?

- We can't.

- [Buzz] Why?

- Well, I mean, I can.

But can you kick sleeping
beauty in the teeth?

Sure, it was a fairy story.

What do you expect from Alec?

He was Prince Charming.

Oh, you should have seen him.

She's been lucky enough
to have been around him.

Nothing much to look at, if
you were just looking to look.

I mean, he used to wear an
old pair of ducking pants

stag below the knee,
and suspenders stretched

over an old wool shirt.

When he sit in the deacon seat

in the old logger's bunk
house and swapped lies,

oh man, oh man, oh man,

but, you know, the only thing
with Alec, they weren't lies.

I mean, he had a way of making
the impossible seem true,

making you see things
that weren't there,

better things, you know, or
even making you see things

that were there, but, in a way
that you've never seen them

before.

Yeah, well, for instance, like,

when the log slid
down the flow man,

he'd make you watch the
rainbow when it hit the water,

and then, he'd yell,
There she blows!"

When they popped up again.

Big as whales.

And you know something,

if you looked just right,
I mean, just right,

they were whales.

(chuckling)

Nah. Nah.

I can't smash that
girl's dreams,

and I'm not about
to let Alec down.

If he were here,
he'd know what to do.

Something to keep her dreaming.

Some way not to smash 'em.

I was counting on
Nathaniel, but.

- Then that was Hobbs
you were arguing with.

- Yeah, that was Nathaniel.

- Well, what could he
do, even if he wanted to?

- Well, I'll tell you.

Could stand the timber's
worth oh, 9,000 an acre.

Nathaniel's got five, six
acres of prime growth,

never been touched.

He's got peelers up there
worth 4-, $500 a tree.

If I owned it, if
they were mine,

and they were ready
to cut and sell,

I'd cut it and
sell it right now.

That's the least I
could do for Alec.

- I had him figured
for a deep freeze case.

- Well, if you look
into Lucia's eyes

when she flashes them, defrost.

- Maybe that's the answer.

If she can get Morrison
talking to himself,

she ought to be
able to get Hobbs

swinging an ax.

- We tried that today, remember?

- Yeah, but Morrison
and Hobbs are friends.

He didn't make him talk
to her, face to face.

- Oh, and we do.

That's the grabber?

- That's the grabber.

- Well, there's one good thing.

That shotgun he had
was double barreled.

- What's good about that?

- Three of us.

- Mr. Hobbs.

Hello, boy.

What's the matter?

Cubby bear?

Guess he went out to
pay the light bill.

- Hello.

I am Lucia Trepani,
and who are you?

Oh, I have something
you will like.

A cheese.

And a bottle of wine.

And look, a salami.

Senora Belini, she make it.

It's the best.

Smell.

- [Hobbs] I'm looking
down this gun barrel

at the pack of you.

Now, turn them lamps down,

and come out the
way you came in.

Before I change my mind,
and pull this trigger.

- What kind of a man are you?

Has to hide in the shadows,
afraid to face a girl?

- I don't for one minute
believe one word you said.

- Sometimes, I do not
believe it myself.

It's too good to be true.

Senore, can you imagine
a girl like me to come

across the sea, to a
country so big as this?

I say to myself, Lucia, why you?

What is it?

St. Joseph smile on you,
and not Bangina, or Maria?

Senore, why should it be me?

Why am I so lucky?

- Don't look at me with
that innocent face.

You foreigners are all alike.

All looking for a hand-out.

Oh, Bill Morrison told me
that cock and bull story

you told him, about Alex
leaving you a lot of property.

On the face of it, that
proves you're a liar.

- I show you.

There were five of them.

The Americans, all
wounded, except Alec.

It was night when
they come to Papa's.

Over the next hill, the
Germans had their cannons.

There was little
left of Papa's farm.

Alec come to where I am.

When I look at his eyes,

I stop my tears.

Even though my mama, my papa,

they're dead, where the
shells have hit them,

I stop.

Even though all night, the
Germans are bombarding us.

Alec say, "Maybe they think
we're hiding a general here."

I'm not afraid.

No, because Alec is telling
me all about his country.

He has his arms around me,
protecting me from the shells.

And he say, "You know what is
the trouble with this world?

"The children.

"They have forgot how to love."

But I do not forget
that night, Senore.

I do not forget,

because Alec is telling
me all about his life,

about you, and this place,

and he's filled with
so much love of you,

and his trees.

Then when they come and
they kill him, the Germans,

he say, "Look at them, Lucia."

And he laugh.

He laugh.

Even though, he can no
longer hold the gun,

he cannot shoot with
it, because he's so hurt

where the shell hit him,

but he say, "Look.

"Lucia, they're only shadows.

"Tomorrow, when the sun is
high, they'll all be gone."

- Get out.

Get out of here!

Take this stuff with you!

- Lucia.

(sorrowful orchestra music)

- How about it?

- Yeah.

- Lucia.

Alec never had any land.

No trees, nothing.

I mean, nothing you can count,

or put your finger on, and say,

"That's mine from
the top of that tree,

"to the bottom of the valley."

- Oh no.

- But he was the richest
man I ever heard of,

'cause he gave you more
than just a bunch of trees.

He gave you 17 years
with stars in your eyes,

and that's more than anybody
I ever knew ever had.

- But why?

Why did everyone pretend to me?

- Lucia, they didn't
want to hurt you.

See, people don't very
often get a chance

to do something decent.

When they do get the chance,
most of them, anyway,

they're grateful,
they enjoy doing it.

- I feel so sick with shame.

To come here like such a
great lady, on a cloud,

and say that this state is mine.

This state is mine.

(crying)

- I wonder what
Alec would do now.

- You must not forgive
me, Holy Mother.

Not just yet.

I do not deserve forgiveness.

Even though I felt no greed,

I only wanted to be proud of
Palagonia's figure of you.

But I see it is an evil thought.

What I truly wanted, was to
touch the real silver dagger

in your breast, the
gold of your shawl,

But I learn now that
this is not important.

What is in the heart for
you, this is important.

Palagonia will do with a
plaster figure, Holy Mother.

We do not need a solid,
hand-carved figure

to strengthen our faith in you.

(jazzy music)

- Ah, there you are!

I've been looking for you two.

- Get Morrison.

- I'm gonna cut
you down to size.

I'll learn you to tango
with a timber beast like me!

- Now, just take
it easy, Mr. Hobbs.

- Bringing that girl up there.

I'll teach you not to
mess with another man's!

- Take it easy, Mr. Hobbs.

Just take it easy.

Take it easy, Mr. Hobbs.

Now, just take it easy.

Now, cut it out, Mr. Hobbs.

I'm trying to be very.

- Nathaniel! Nathaniel!

- Had to be a first time.

- So, you're on their side, too?

All right.

All right.

Go ahead, cut my trees.

That's what she wants, ain't it?

Money.

Isn't that why she came here?

Go ahead.

Cut 'em down.

Pare off, and get
her outta here.

Get her the hell out of my life.

(distraught orchestra music)

- Well, I'm sorry,
operator, but Mr. Morrison

isn't expecting.

Yes, I know it's
Mr. Jameson calling,

but that doesn't
make any difference,

because he still
isn't expected back.

All right, I'll hold on.

- Well, where is he, Helen?

I have to see him.

- Yes, Mr. Jameson.

This is Mr.
Morrison's secretary.

Mr.

Mr. Jameson, Mr. Morrison
left a message for you, sir.

May I read it to you?

Just a moment, please.

Hello, sir.

Here's the message.

He said, if Mr. Jameson
calls, and he will,

tell him I've been
getting fat and puffy

from too much desk work.

Tell him, I've gone into
the woods to swing an ax

for the next 48 hours.

Tell him, I'll be glad to
explain when I get back,

but right now, there isn't time,

and either he accepts
this and believes in me,

or I'll be happy to turn
in my desk the minute

I get back.

Well, he dictated it to
me just before he left,

and he insisted that I
read it to you, verbatim.

All right, Mr. Jameson.

Yes, sir, I'll tell him.

Thank you. Goodbye.

What do you know?

That old fire eater backed down.

You know what he said?

He said, "Bill's right.

"It does a man good to swing
an ax once in a while."

- Maybe so, but he won't
have long to swing it.

Better get Franklin to stand
by with me on the range stick.

Mickey's going
under any time now.

I wonder what came over Bill,
making him stand up like that.

- I don't know, Mr. Duncan,
but he seemed like a new man.

He seemed years younger.

- [Man] Timber!

(chainsaw)

- Senore.

Mr. Hobbs.

So much shame have I.

I come to this place with
a dream which is wrong.

I try to push myself into
your sorrow for Alec.

You do right to make me go away.

Now, I beg you one thing
only, make them stop.

Do not let them cut
down another tree.

Please.

Each time they cut is
a knife in my heart.

Alec, he love each tree.

He give them to me,
yes, but not in the way

Uncle Pepino think.

Not in the way I think
when I first come here.

But in the best way.

He give me the love
of them, and now,

I do not want ever
to lose this gift,

or make it dirty by the
dollar, which is not mine.

So now, I share it with you.

You see on my face,
if you will only look.

Alec.

I bring him home with me.

Please do no turn him away.

- [Man] Timber!

Now, would you please
make them stop?

- Stop?

Without my help, those
three would be out there

for two years without
making a dent in my woods.

Without my help, they're
liable to start a fire

that'd wipe the state of
Oregon right off the map.

They shouldn't be stopping,
they should be shown

how a real chopper really works.

- Any time now, Mr. Franklin.

I'm sorry.

(orchestra music)

- [Man] Timber!

- Okay, run a race!

- Holding up for you, Bill?

- Plenty, Nathaniel.

If we don't get
out of here soon,

we'll all bust out into flames.

I can just feel Eddie
Duncan's hand on that button.

- Looks like prime stuff.

Adam must have planted these.

- Took Lucia to cut them down.

- What if he blows it now?

- Law says we can't
operate a truck

once we're in fire warning,
so you get us there

on highway on time, Mr. Stiles,
or we cut a lot of timber

for nothing.

- How many more loads?

- Well, the last one's on
the road now, Mr. Duncan.

We almost made it, didn't we?

Well, it reads below 30.

How come you haven't
pushed the button?

(heartening orchestra music)

- Go to your stations,
Mr. Franklin.

All logging operations
are suspended.

Hit the button.

- 95 to all stations,
95 to all stations.

Suspend all operations
immediately.

- She got to you too, huh?

- Haven't had the pleasure.

(sirens)

Look at him.

Boiling over here to
pick a bone with me.

First thing he'll say is,

"Mr. Duncan, what kind
of a ranger are you?

"I bet that rain
stick's way below 30.

"Why haven't you sounded
the alarm earlier?"

- Why didn't you?

- You're just lucky
it's June, not July.

- What's that got to do with it?

- Well, in June, the
humidity in the forest

is always a few degrees
higher than here

at the mill.

Give you a slight margin
to play with, but July,

I'd have shut you
down hours ago.

- Sure you would have.

- Mr. Duncan, what kind
of a ranger are you?

It's way below 30.

Why didn't you sound
the alarm earlier?

(laughing)

- How do I thank you?

What can I say?

(majestic orchestra music)

(ragtime orchestra music)

- [Narrator] This has
been a Screen Jam's

film presentation from
Columbia Pictures,

Herbert B. Leonard,
Executive Producer.