The Sea of Grass Page #5
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1947
- 123 min
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SOME THINKING TOO.
DENVER PAPER!
ROCKY MOUNTAIN NEWS!
NEWS?
DENVER PAPER?
CALL FOR MR. O'CONNOR!
CALL FOR:
MR. O'CONNOR!
WELL, SIR, I FIGURE IF WE'RE EVER GOING
OF THE CATTLEMEN,
A FEDERAL DISTRICT COURT.
AND SEE TO IT THAT AN IMPARTIAL JUDGE
IS APPOINTED. - RIGHT.
AT THE BROWN PALACE, MRS. BREWTON.
THE MARSHALL ALWAYS WINDS UP
ON THE RIGHT SIDE.
EXCUSE ME, GENTLEMEN, ONE MOMENT.
LUTIE! IN DENVEROF ALL PLACES!
BUT NOT FOR LONG.
LONG ENOUGH TO TAKE
PITY ON ME AT DINNER TONIGHT.
MY TRAIN GOES IN THE MORNING, VERY EARLY.
THERE'S NO TRAIN LEAVING
FOR SALT FORK IN THE MORNING.
THIS TRAIN GOES TO ST. LOUIS.
OH, I'M SORRY, LUTIE.
I UNDERSTAND, OF COURSE
YOU DON'T WANT TO
SEE A LOT OF PEOPLE.
LUTIE...
I HAVE A SLEIGH:
WITH A DRIVER.
CONSIDER IT YOURS
IF YOU'D LIKE SOME AIR.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH, BRICE.
WITHOUT ME, OF COURSE.
BREWTON'S A BIG MAN,
I'VE NEVER DENIED IT.
BUT, WELL, IT JUST DOESN'T LEAVE
ROOM FOR ANYONE ELSE-
FOR YOU, IN THIS CASE.
IT WOULD TAKE YOU TO
ADMIT THAT TO YOURSELF.
YOU NEVER REALLY EXPECTED
WHAT I'M SAYING IS,
IT WAS REALLY YOUR FAULT.
YOU KNEW IT WAS HOPELESS.
YOU KNEW IT THE FIRS TIME I SAW YOU.
YOU KNEW I IN THE COURTROOM.
IT'S BEEN WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE
EVERY TIME SINCE THEN.
THE HALLS WERE YOUR FAULT, TOO.
YOU INSISTED ON PLUNKING THEM DOWN
RIGHT IN THE LION'S DEN.
AND SAT AROUND HOPING
NOTHING WOULD HAPPEN.
WELL, IT HAPPENED.
IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN
BREWTON BEING BREWTON.
OH, LUTIE, I'M SORRY,
I'M TERRIBLY SORRY.
THAT'S ALL.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S FINE,
ONLY, ONLY...
I FEEL THAT IT'S THE FIRST TIME
THAT ANYONE:
IN MONTHS IN MONTHS
IN MONTHS:
I MEAN, ABOUT ME.
ANYWAY, WHAT YOU SAY
IS TRUE.
AND I DON'T MIND
LOOKING AT IT AT LAST.
IT DOESN'T LEAVE ME MUCH,
BUT I DON'T MIND
LOOKING AT IT.
LUTIE.
COME IN.
COME IN, BRICE.
THE ST. LOUIS TRAIN
LEAVES IN HALF AN HOUR.
I KNOW.
I HAVE A LITTLE MORE
PACKING TO DO.
WHEN PEOPLE PACK,
THEY'RE GOING SOMEWHERE.
WHEN THEY'RE GOING SOMEWHERE,
IT'S BETTER TO KNOW WHERE.
WELL, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BRICE?
I MEAN, WHAT'S I GOING TO BE, LUTIE?
I'LL GIVE YOU TIME.
I'LL WAIT FOR YOU.
I'LL STAND BACK UNTIL YOU SEND
FOR ME:
OR I'LL TAKE THAT TRAIN
TO ST. LOUIS WITH YOU.
IT WILL BE YOUR WAY,
ALL THE WAY.
BRICE...
I'M SO ASHAMED...
AND SO SORRY.
ASHAMED FOR ME,
SORRY FOR YOU.
AND JIM.
BREWTON'S ALL RIGHT.
HE'S GOT YOU NOW
AS HE NEVER HAD YOU BEFORE.
NO, BRICE.
YOU'RE HANGING ON TO YOURSELF
RIGHT NOW:
TO KEEP FROM RUNNING BACK TO HIM.
NO, BRICE.
AND YOU'RE GOING.
- NO.
YES, YOU ARE. NOTHING ON EARTH
CAN STOP YOU.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT.
I KNOW HE WON'T CHANGE.
WHAT HE DOES.
AND IT WILL:
ALWAYS HURT ME.
OR WHAT I THINK...
NO MATTER WHERE I GO...
I'LL KEEP FEELING THAT MOST OF ME
IS THERE WITH HIM.
IT MEANS THAT YOU LOVE HIM.
YES.
AND IF I DO,
THEN I'VE GO TO BELIEVE IN HIM...
AND GO ALONG WITH HIM.
WHAT I'VE DONE...
IF I HAVE THE COURAGE.
I'M SORRY FOR YOU, LUTIE.
I GOT A BIG FIRE IN THE LIVING ROOM,
MRS. BREWTON.
THANK YOU, JEFF.
HAS SARAH BETH BEEN ALL RIGHT?
SHE'S FINER THAN THAN FUZZ.
I GOT A REAL NICE FIRE
DOWNSTAIRS.
ALL RIGHT, JEFF.
COLONEL TRADED JOE NETHERWOOD
OUT OF IT.
IT'S THE ONLY PIANO IN
THE TERRITORY.
GAVE HIM HIS BEST WHITEFACE BULL.
GOOD FIRE, AIN'T IT?
YES, JEFF.
THANK YOU, JIM.
JUST A FOOL IDEA I HAD.
KIND OF LIKE:
HAVING YOU AROUND.
PLAY ME A TUNE, LUTIE.
SAD MUSIC:
OR HAPPY MUSIC?
UP TO YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF TUNE
YOU'VE GOT IN YOUR HEAD.
LIKE IT?
PRETTY. KIND OF
A SURPRISE, THOUGH.
IT WAS SAD WHEN:
YOU WENT AWAY.
COME HERE, JIM.
STAND BEHIND ME.
JIM, WHEN I WENT AWAY,
I DIDN'T INTEND TO COME BACK
EXCEPT TO GET SARAH BETH.
I WAS GOING TO ST. LOUIS.
I FELT IT WAS STILL MY TOWN,
THAT I WOULD BE RIGHT THERE.
YEAH. TREES
IN ST. LOUIS.
YES, TREES YOU DON'T HAVE TO PLAN AND CHERISH AND PROTECT.
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU EVER NOTICED.
WERE THEY TO SHUT SOMETHING OU OR TO SHUT YOURSELF IN?
JIM, I WAS JEALOUS-
PLAIN MEAN JEALOUS
OF THIS COUNTRY AND THE GRASS,
AND I TRIED TO FIGHT IT.
YES, WITH THE TREES AND
I WON'T FIGHT I ANYMORE, JIM.
I'LL KNOW THAT IT'S THERE,
AND I WON'T CRY ABOUT IT.
AND I WON' SAY BITTER THINGS,
AND I WON'T RUN AWAY.
I... I'M BACK, JIM,
IF YOU'LL HAVE ME.
I'LL HAVE YOU, LUTIE.
HOW DENVER WAS?
AH. DENVER'S ALWAYS
DENVER.
BUT, JIM...
I'LL MAKE I UP TO YOU, JIM.
WHAT IS THERE TO MAKE UP?
YOU'RE HERE.
THERE'S REALLY NO REASON
TO WORRY, LUTIE.
JUST DO THE WAY YOU DID
WITH SARAH BETH.
I'LL GO TELL
JIM YOU'RE FINE.
YES, DOC, I'M FINE.
WHEN DO YOU KNOW
WHEN IT'S TUNED?
I JUST KNOW.
DOC, WHAT'S HOLDING UP
SCIENCE?
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE
ABLE TO TELL A MAN
WHETHER IT'S A BOY OR A GIRL?
WHAT DO YOU WANT, JIM?
WELL, WE GOT A GIRL.
COME ON! CHEER UP, DOC.
JIM, YOU'VE GOT TO REALIZE
BOUND TO SAY THINGS
WE CAN'T UNDERSTAND.
JUST-JUST DON' THINK ABOUT IT.
GO ON DOWNSTAIRS AND LE JEFF GET YOU A CUP OF COFFEE.
OH, JEFF POUR HIM A CUP
OF COFFEE.
I GOT A PO ON THE STOVE.
AND ME, TOO.
YOU'D BETTER
COME IN, DOCTOR.
SHE'S QUIT THAT WILD
TALK AND:
I THINK THE BABY
IS GETTING CLOSE.
I NEVER HEARD:
SUCH CARRYINGS-ON.
DID YOU HEAR:
WHAT SHE SAID-
MRS. RYAN, NONE OF US HEARD ANYTHING
IN THAT ROOM WORTH REPEATING.
OF COURSE NOT.
CERTAINLY NOT.
I HOPE YOU REMEMEBER
THAT, MRS. RYAN.
WELL, LUTIE,
WE'VE GOT A SON.
MACK, WANT TO HAVE A SMOKE?
THANKS, JIM. ONLY GET THESE
WHEN I COME HERE.
DOC?
NO THANKS, JIM.
ONLY YESTERDAY, LUTIE,
BEFORE BROCK WAS BORN
WE USED TO SEE A LOT OF YOU IN TOWN.
THE PAST YEAR OR SO,
YOU'VE BEEN HOLING UP ON US.
WITH THEM CHILDREN,
SHE'S BOUND TO SPOIL THEM.
SURE BOTH BABIES GOT OVER
THE CROUP RIGHT?
THEY GOT OVER IT ALL RIGHT,
NOT ON ACCOUNT OF THA MEDICINE YOU GAVE THEM.
YOU GOING TO TAKE THIS OR
AREN'T YOU?
THAT SO, JEFF?
WHAT CURED THEM?
BAKING SODA,
AND LOTS OF IT.
CURE ANY KIND OF A COLD.
DOCTORS!
BEHIND JEFF'S BACK.
DON'T EVER LET HIM
KNOW ABOUT IT, THOUGH.
WELL, COME ON, MACK,
LET'S HAVE IT.
WHAT?
THE BAD NEWS.
HOW'D YOU KNOW?
ALL OVER YOU:
I'VE GOT A HUNCH CHAMBERLAIN'S
UP TO SOMETHING.
HOW'D YOU KNOW THAT?
I SAW HIM.
AND YOU'RE RIGHT, JIM.
HE'S UP TO PLENTY.
I'LL LEAVE YOU TO YOUR BUSINESS
AND YOUR BRANDY.
NO, NO, SIT DOWN. MACK'S A LAWYER.
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