Young Mr. Lincoln Page #2

Brother Hawthorne...

that you owe Brother Woolridge

$55.47 board...

at the rate of

a dollar and a half a week.

You owe him $90 for use

of a team and wagon for eight months...

besides $100 cash on a loan.

- Yeah.

- Well, I never said I didn't.

Well, I ain't no lightnin' calculator...

but accordin' to my figurin'...

you owe him 245 dollars...

and 47 cents.

You're askin' $250 damages.

Now, my idea's to

split the difference...

of $4.53...

which, by a strange coincidence...

happens to be exactly

the amount of my legal fee.

And the whole thing's settled.

Well, what do you say?

- I won't do it!

- Me either!

I'll go to law first.

Gentlemen...

did you ever hear about the time

in the Black Hawk War when I...

butted two fellas' heads together...

and busted both of'em?

Well, I'm willin' if he is.

'Tain't fair, but I'll do it

just to be shut of him.

Thanks, gentlemen.

Well, that's gonna save us all

a heap of legal trouble...

and headaches.

Well, if you'd just give me

my and Stuart's share...

I'll mosey along over

and see the parade.

It's gonna be

a heap of yellin' and carryin' on.

It's gonna be quite a pleasure

to listen to after this.

Yessiree, Bob.

Yessiree, Bob.

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Hay foot, straw foot!

Here comes Lily!

Hey, Ma!

- Hey, Lily!

- I'll have my flapjacks well done, Lily!

Buckwheat cakes!

Buckwheat cakes, Lily!

Yep. Them's the veterans

of the revolution.

- Mornin', Miss Edwards.

- Good morning.

Ninian.

- Mornin', Mr. Douglas.

- Mr. Lincoln.

How are you, Miss Ricketts?

Ladies?

Nice parade, Ninian.

Mary, this is Mr. Abraham Lincoln.

This is my sister, who's just come up

from Lexington to visit us - Miss Mary Todd.

Mr. Lincoln, I've been hearing

some mighty fine things about you.

Mustn't believe everything

Douglas here says about me.

We kinda straddle

different political fences.

Oh, but I haven't been discussing you

with any other gentlemen.

My sisters told me about you.

You're in the legislature, aren't you?

If you put that in the past tense,

I'll plead guilty. I was in the legislature.

Mr. Lincoln's practicing law with John Stuart,

my opponent for Congress.

That's a mighty flatterin' way

he puts it, ma'am...

when what I'm really doin'

is wearin' a hole in Stuart's best rocking chair.

First I thought

it was that apple, for sure.

Then I sank my teeth

into that peach, and...

I just couldn't seem to

make up my mind.

So I sample the apple again.

Hey, you all

can't do that to me.

Aw, go on back to that!

- What is it?

- It's a pie-judging contest, Ma.

I should've brung

one of my sweet potato pies.

- You sure should, Miss Clay.

- You'd sure win.

I wish you had, Miss Clay.

They're so good!

- Look.! He's sure hungry.!

- Yes, he is.!

By the time I get the apple down,

the peach is smellin' so good...

I'm sure it's the best.

So it goes.

First one, then the other.

The Hog Wallow Boys,

undefeated champions of Sangamon County...

led by Buck Troup!

The Speed County Demons,

led by Efe Tyler!

Ready!

Get set!

One, two, three...

go!

Dig your heels in.!

Leave my wife alone.

Who, me?

If you ain't lookin' for trouble,

get away from here.

- Adam! Matt!

- You'd better look out, Scrub.

- You're gonna get hurt.

- Yeah.

What are you gonna use on me?

Knives, or pistols, or your fists?

We ain't botherin' nobody.

We're just here to have a good time,

so you please to leave us alone.

- Come on now, Matt. Come on, Adam.

- Come on, Scrub. We got plenty of time later.

Bye, honey. See you later.

Dig your heels! Dig your heels!

Dig your heels in!

Come on.!

Hey.! Giddyap, mule.!

Adam, you got to

promise me somethin'.

You got to promise me we'll come to town

every single year we're livin'.

You just got to, Adam!

You just say that now. You wait till

we're married and have babies to tend to.

- That'll be different.

- No, it won't neither.

Matt and Sarah have a baby,

and they came.

Yeah, but maybe we'll have

lots of babies.

Maybe we'll have twins,

uh, or somethin'.

I don't care. I don't care

if we have 50 babies.

Oh, Adam, you got to promise me.

All right, Carrie Sue, I promise.

Adam, I wished we was married

right now, like - like Sarah and Matt.

I been meaning to talk to your family

about us soon as we get home.

Did you?

Did you honest, Adam?

Oh, Adam!

Adam, let's go back. Let's hurry,

'fore they light the tar barrels, huh?

All right. Only I wish it was gonna be

that fella splittin' them rails again.

- I do, for a fact!

- Do you?

Now, you folks go along.

- I'll sit with her.

- You go, Ma. It's my place to stay.

- You and Matt go.

- You go on.

We're goin' over yonder!

- Let me get my coat!

- Shh!

- Hey, Matt, how 'bout a nip before we go?

- Go along, the four of you.

Miss Clay, I wish you was

goin' with us. Honest, I do.

I've seen so much now, I'm fit to pop.

Now, be careful and don't get

into any trouble, like I told you.

Whoo-hoo!

Miss Clay! Miss Clay!

Miss Clay! Miss Clay!

- Matt!

- Adam! They're fightin'!

- That man - he came back!

- He's drunk!

- Where are they?

- Over yonder, in that clearin' over there.

- I'm going with you!

- No! You and Sarah stay with the baby!

He's got a gun!

He's going to kill Matt! I know he will!

Oh, the baby! Miss Clay!

Stay right in that clinch there!

Come on!

- Adam! Matt!

- Come on, Matt! Come on!

- Adam! Matt!

- Stay on top of him, Matt!

That's it! Come on, Matt!

Roll right over the top of him!

Stay in the clinch, I tell ya!

Look out!

He's got a rock!

Adam! Adam!

Come on!

That's it.! Come on now.!

Look out, Matt! He's got a gun!

Ma!

- Ma.

- Ma.

Shh.

Cass -

Scrub. Scrub!

Cass -

He's dead.

Dead?

Lord have mercy on us.

Cut him right in the heart

with this knife.

Get the sheriff.

Ma -

Get the sheriff.

Hey! Come over here, somebody!

There's been a murder!

Murder!

- Matt!

- Adam!

Matt!

Murder.! Come over here, somebody.!

There's been a murder.!

- Look! Scrub White!

- Stuck right through the heart!

Sheriff, it's Scrub White!

He's dead!

Scrub White!

Somebody killed him.

How'd it happen?

It was them two fellas over there.

They was fightin' with Scrub.

They cut him.

Here's the knife they done it with.

You gonna do somethin', Sheriff?

Which one of you fellas

this knife here belong to?

- Me.

- No, me.

- I want the truth. Which one of you cut him?

- I did.

- That ain't so. I did it.

- It was me! He came after me with a gun.

One of you is lyin'.

Now, which one is it? Which one is it?

Anybody see it?

I reckon I did.

Who are you?

- Their mother.

- Well?

Which one was it?

I ain't sayin'.

Well, don't make no difference anyhow.

Under the law, they're both equally guilty.

Come on. You're under arrest.

Palmer Cass, I appoint you temporary deputy.

Help me get these fellas down to the jail.

- Take 'em out now.

- Adam, tell them you didn't do it!

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