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The Plainsman
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- 1936
- 113 min
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Gentlemen,
the war is over at last.
The men are coming back.
We shall have
hundreds of thousands
of disbanded soldiers.
Idle men.
Men badly in need
of work, Mr. President.
Gentlemen, we have
the country to save fiirst.
But these men
Now the country must save them.
Their return home
in such great numbers
might paralyze industry...
by furnishing suddenly a greater
supply oflabor than for which
there could be a demand.
Mr. President.
Mr. Colfax.
I have read an editorial
written by Mr.John Soule,
in which he says, ''Go west, young man.''
Where there is
room for all.
Gentlemen, our land
stretches from an Eastern sea
to a Western sea.
Surely, in that vast territory,
there is a place for men
to live and work and be happy.
Right,
Mr. President.
True, Mr. President.
I hope to attract our disbanded
soldiers to the hidden wealth
of our mountain ranges...
and to the wealth
that lies in the soil itself.
And to the grasslands
of the Great Plains.
The fields of Illinois,
the broken sod of Kansas,
the long furrows
of the West.
Yes, Mr. President,
but if only the frontier
could be made safe for the plow.
It must be made safe.
But during the war
hostile Indians massacred
our settlers there.
- Mr. Lincoln?
- Yes, Mary?
We'll be late
for the theater.
Gentlemen, I promised
to take Mrs. Lincoln
to Ford's Theater tonight.
We will continue this
tomorrow...
for the frontier
must be made safe.
Good night, Mr. President.
Good night.
Good night, Mr. President.
I have never seen him
looking so well.
But the war is over,
and we have on our hands
order after order...
canceled by
the government.
Hundreds of thousands
of rifles unsold.
Once we were the saviors
of our country.
Now we're outcasts.
Our money invested
in an unsalable product.
But a good product, gentlemen.
A new repeating rifle would have
made short work of the war...
had it been introduced earlier.
But now the subject of guns
is an unpopular topic...
We'll have to look to Providence
for a market.
Providence? Where?
I've been told that the Indians
hunt with bow and arrow.
Still, they obtain furs,
valuable buffalo hides,
otter, fox and beaver.
With our new repeating rifle--
Dearie me.
Why shouldn't we be frank?
I have every reason
to believe the Indians
will pay $1 00 for each rifle.
A hundred dollars?
In furs. And a dollar a piece
for every cartridge.
But we can't sell rifles
to the Indians!
I think we can...
to peaceable Indians.
But how--
For hunting.
They furnish us with furs.
We supply them with rifles.
Really quite simple.
Won't they use those guns
against white men?
We'll get the Indians
to promise not to do so.
I'm against this!
But why?
It's bound to make trouble
on the frontier.
President Lincoln says--
We have a perfect right
to do it.
Sheer nonsense.!
The army would stop us.
They control trade
with the Indians.
They did, my friend.
But Indian affairs
have been taken out
of the hands of the army...
and given to
a civilian authority.
A civilian authority?
Yep,
in which we are to have
a certain participation.
Do I make myself clear?
Perfectly.
But who sells the rifles?
Ask Mr. Lattimer
to come in.
Perhaps not the most
personable gentleman...
but certainly
the man for our needs.
Gentlemen, this is
Mr.John Lattimer,
How do you do?
who will distribute our rifles
through St. Louis...
to Hays City and
all the Great Plains.
Right, Mr. Lattimer?
I said I'd do it.
Van Ellyn, if ever
It's a legitimate business.
The Ford Theater.!
Open that window!
Lincoln shot at Ford's Theater.!
The president is dying.!
Hear that?
Someone has shot the president.
They say he's dying.
Only yesterday afternoon
I was talking to him
at the Capitol.
Maybe it isn't true.
We must learn the facts.
A terrible thing,
Mr. Lattimer.
Yes, a national calamity.
You will leave at once
for St. Louis.
Dearie me.
Terrible thing.
Oh, there he is.
- Excuse me, soldier!
- Bull's-eye!
I didn't see ya.
That's all right, son.
Come here
and let me see your gun.
You haven't got
any notches on it.
What'd I kill?
Don't you see that great big
Yeah. He's a big one,
ain't he?
Give me your knife,
and we'll skin 'im.
You better not.
You might find out
he's been eating potatoes.
Gee, whillikens.
I'll bet you could kill
a buffalo with this knife.
You can't kill a buffalo
with a knife.
Aw. I'll bet
Buffalo Bill could.
You know what
I saw him do once?
What?
First give me back
my Arkansas toothpick.
You give me
back my gun.
I saw Buffalo Bill
shoot at a whole herd
of them once.
At first I thought
he'd missed.
Then two of them started
coughing and fell down dead.
He'd killed 'em both and raised
a big cloud of dust a mile and a half
the other side of them.
And that isn't all.
That little cloud
of dust he raised
grew into a whirlwind,
turned itself into
one-fourth ofTexas...
before they could stop it.
Jimminies!
That's the kind
of shootin' I aim to do.
That whistle's just
a half a minute wrong.
Listen.
Don't that beat all.
Cute, isn't it?
Say, you're dressed
like a scout there.
So's your sister.
That's not my sister.
That's CalamityJane.
Was she your best girl?
Son, one of these days
you're gonna grow up,
and you ought
to know about women.
You see, the thing is this,
women are, uh--
Well, they're, um--
Well, son--
I can tell you what an Indian
will do to ya,
but you never know
what a woman will do.
Why?
Well--
Let's go down and take a look
at that fire engine.
If you don't like her,
what do you carry
It's the only good picture
of me I ever had taken.
I can't cut her off
without cutting off
my chin.
John Lattimer, 1 7.
I see a good mark.
John Lattimer, 1 8.
Wait. I see an easy mark.
Where?
John Lattimer, 1 9.
Oh, yes.
Hello, Virginia!
I'll be around shortly.
We hate to say good-bye.
When you comin' back?
When you come and see me.
I want you to take Hannibal.
He sings.
Oh, Will, look.
I see a good fighting man
who's been fool enough
to get himself married.
Ow!
What's the matter?
Oh, my hats!
Jiggers! Let's duck.
Here. Hold on, bub.
Come back here.
Hey, who do you think
you're--
Bill! You long-legged,
fugacious old gallinipper!
What are you doin' here?
Well, I, uh--
Here's somebody who wants
an introduction to you.
Boy, you wouldn't know him
but this is the best scout
west of the Mississippi.
Shake hands
with Buffalo Bill.
Buffalo Bill!
Howdy, youngster.
Son,
I ever knew about scoutin'.
Ah!
You mustered out yet,
Bill?
Yesterday.
Ya ain't losin' much time
gettin' up the Big Muddy.
He seems to have
met a friend.
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