The Sea of Grass Page #2
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1947
- 123 min
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ON THE RANGE:
WHICH IS 7000 FEET ABOVE THE SEA
WHICH WAS NATURALLY
INTENDED FOR:
BE GRAZING LAND,
STARVE FOR WATER,
SUPPORTS HIS FAMILY
AND BECOMES A MAN WITHOU RESPECT TO HIMSELF
AND A MENACE:
TO THE TERRITORY,
NOR CHARITY.
WHAT ANDY BOGGS GO IS JUST A SAMPLE OF
TRY IT.
NO JUSTICE HERE:
THE COUNTRY.
THEY WERE RIGHT.
WELL, WE WON, JIM.
BOYS, I'VE GOT A TRAIN TO MEET.
JIM! JIM!
JIM!
PARDON, PARDON.
JIM, THE TRAIN
BROKE A RECORD.
OH, I WANT YOU TO MEET A FRIEND
OF MINE, DOC REID.
FLOYD McCURTIN.
WELL, WE WON, DIDN'T WE?
WHATEVER IT WAS.
WE HAD TO.
DID WE, JIM?
WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
WE WON TODAY,
BUT I DIDN'T LIKE
THAT BEAT LOOK:
IN ANDY BOGGS' EYES.
LIKE THAT..
WELL, I DON'T LIKE
WHAT I SEE COMING.
OH, THE DOC-
HE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING.
OF YOU.
AND THAT YOU'RE
TO LIKE YOU.
THERE YOU ARE, BOYS,
SURE DO. BUT NOW WE'RE WONDERING
COME ON.
SUCH A HURRY, JIM.
COME ON. YOU'LL BE THE FIRST WOMAN
IN THE TERRITORY
WE MADE IT.
WHERE ARE WE?
COME ON.
THERE IT IS.
IT'S ALL GRASS.
YEAH.
WELL, IT'S JUST...
IT'S SO EMPTY,
SO QUIET.
QUIET?
I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING.
WELL, YOU HAVE TO LISTEN FOR I BEFORE YOU CAN.
I'M LISTENING, JIM.
WHISTLE OF A SOUND.
THE WIND?
THERE'S A LOT MORE
TELL ME, JIM-WHAT?
WELL...
OUT THERE?
BUFFALO? BUT THEY AREN' THERE ANYMORE.
THAT'S RIGHT.
OH. WHAT ELSE, JIM?i
INDIANS.
GONE, TOO?
HERDED INTO:
A RESERVATION.
I CAN REMEMBER THE FIRS TIME I SAW HER.
ABOUT ANY SURPRISES, EITHER.
SORT OF LYING THERE ALL ALONE.
EXCEPT THE ANTELOPE AND THE BUFFALO
AND THE INDIANS.
SO WE TOOK HER, AND WE SET HER UP
OUR BLOOD'S SUNK
IN EVERY MILE.
INDIAN BLOOD, TOO.
MY BROTHER'S OUT THERE.
AND I SUPPOSE IT'S HARD
TO UNDERSTAND:
IS ANYTHING BUT JUST A LOT OF GRASS
MADE TO ORDER:
FOR FARMING.
BUT I'VE GOT A HUNCH
I KNOW IT'S TOO SOON TO EXPEC YOU TO SEE IT THAT WAY, LUTIE
BUT YOU WILL:
I WANT TO, JIM.
THE RANCH.
AND A HOUSE.
HURRY, JIM.
IT'S BETTER INSIDE.
BETTER THAN SHORTENING.
HERE IT IS.
JEFF, OUR COOK.
RIGHT NOW, JEFF?
I'M THINKING OF
MY SHORTENING.
BANTY, COME HERE.
THIS IS BANTY OUR HORSE WRANGLER.
HOW ARE YOU, BANTY?
I'M FINE, MA'AM.
YOU'RE WELCOME, MA'AM.
THANK YOU. THAT'S A WONDERFUL
WORD, "WELCOME."
GET THOSE BAGS:
WILL YOU, JEFF?
COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU
THE LAYOUT.
FINE. CAN'T WAI TO SEE THE KITCHEN.
SHE'S SURE NICE
TO LOOK AT.
SHE BETTER KEEP OU OF MY KITCHEN.
AND YOU CAN TAKE THEM BAGS IN.
MY...
THE STOREROOM?
THE LIVING ROOM.
DEAR?
WELL, NOBODY, REALLY,
VERY MUCH.
YOU SEE, WE'RE NO HERE VERY MUCH.
I, UH... I SUPPOSE IF THIS STUFF
IT EVENTUALLY WOULD GE TO LOOK
LIKE A LIVING ROOM,
WOULDN'T IT?
I WONDER WHY I DIDN' HAVE THIS STUFF
DO YOU KNOW?
NO, I REALLY DON'T.
WELL, I'LL BE DOGGONE,
NEITHER DO I.
THE KITCHEN.
OF THE HALL.
WITH JEFF.
JUDAS.
MAY I COME IN?
JUST LOOKING AROUND,
LORENZO, I'M WAITING ON THAT CABBAGE.
OH, BISCUITS!
LOOK LIKE BISCUITS,
GOOD BISCUITS.
TASTE LIKE THAT, TOO.
NOTHING LIKE SOUR MILK AND A BIG OVEN,
IS THERE, JEFF?
SHORTENING IN JUST RIGHT TOO...
AND DOUGH ROLLED
JUST ENOUGH.
JEFF, HOW WOULD
NOT ANYMORE. NOT NOW.
IT'S TOO CROWDED.
HONESTLY, I WON'T.
WAIT! WAS YOU
NOW, LISTEN, I DON'T WAN NO REACHING,
THIS HERE WOMAN'S
A LADY.
I'M SCARED.
YOU'RE SCARED?
UP!
BOYS, THIS IS
MRS. BREWTON.
HOWDY, MA'AM.
THERE.
SIT!
THAT'S YOUR PIECE
RIGHT THERE.
MA'AM...
YES, BANTY?
MRS. BREWTON,
THE BOYS...
WE'VE BEEN
THINKING,
AND IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WAN THAT WE CAN DO,
WELL, WE'D ALL-FIRED GLAD TO.
WELL, UM.. THANK YOU, BANTY.
THAT'S NICE.
ANYTHING, MA'AM.
WELL, I, UH... LET'S SEE...
BROOK?
CREEK.
- CREEK? CREEK.
WHY, SURE, MA'AM,
IF THEY'RE
BOTHERING YOU ANY
AROUND 'EM
OH, NO. NO, I MEAN COULD YOU DIG THEM UP
AND PLANT THEM AROUND THE HOUSE
HAVE SOME SHADE?
IT WOULD BE LOVELY TO FENCE IN
THE WHOLE YARD.
FENCE?
WE'LL DO IT,
MRS. BREWTON-
ALL THE ORNERY:
TREES YOU WANT.
WE'LL DO IT.
WON'T WE, BOYS?
UH, SURE WILL.
THANK YOU.
GOOD NIGHT, MRS. BREWTON.
GOOD NIGHT.
NO, NO, NO.
YOU SAID "FENCE. THAT'S A CUSSWORD
OH, MY!
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