(sweeping, dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) (train bell rings)
(train chugs) - [Narrator] The
Canadian Pacific Railway, two bands of steel
that pass through the most spectacular scenery
on the face of the earth. From the Atlantic
to the Pacific, a mighty link in the
chain of transportation stretching from
Europe to the Orient, the Northwest Passage of today. The building of
this modern railroad is synonymous with the
building of a nation, the Dominion of Canada. In the early '80s, Canada
was uncertain of a future as a united country. British Columbia, isolated
beyond vast mountain ranges, threatened secession. Only a railway could link this far western
province to the Dominion. Explorers penetrated
into the mountains, scaled rocky peaks, and fought their way through
roaring gorges. The government spent millions
of dollars in surveying. Regions of breathless beauty
were discovered and mapped, but the great barrier,
the Rocky Mountains, kept locked within
in vast silence the one secret which would
make this railway possible, a pass through which a
railroad could be built. A crisis arose. Workmen laid down their tools. Progress ceased. Supplies lay unused
on the prairies. And the rails came to an end. A special committee of
the Canadian parliament was forced to meet in
an emergency session. - The entire project was
flawed from the beginning. An attempt to put a railroad
through these mountains was a dream born of insanity! There is no practical route. There never was one! And, needless to say,
there never will be. (men chatter) - The member from Ontario. - Mountains are not all. There are human obstacles, too. Settlers in the west, Indians, all threatening to burst
this railroad bubble. There will be bloodshed,
men will be killed, homes will be burned. (men chatter)
(gavel bangs) - The gentleman from
British Columbia. - British Columbia is at
the end of its patience. We've had our fill of excuses. We are isolated behind these
mountains that you rant about. I warn you, gentlemen,
unless we get a railway, British Columbia will
become a separate dominion. We shall secede! - No!
(men chatter) (gavel bangs) - I think our guest can
verify the situation if given a chance to speak, and I'm quite sure, when you've
heard what he has to say, you'll have a different
opinion of the whole project. May I introduce Mr.
William Van Horne, general manager of the
Canadian Pacific Railway. (men chatter) - There are things that some
men can do that others can't. Your job is running
a government. Mine is building railroads. But since we both
have a deep interest in the Canadian
Pacific, perhaps we'd better get aboard
the same train. I concede there
are many obstacle, both human and geographically,
that lie ahead. We expect to bridge
them as they come up. I'm no miracle man. I'm just a plain
railroad constructionist who can run into a dead
end like anybody else. But, in this case, this railroad
is going to be completed. - Mr. Van Horne, may I
request a direct answer? Can the mountains
be crossed, and how? - If Hannibal crossed the
Alps, we can cross the Rockies. The how of your question
I leave to be answered by one man alone. He is a surveyor, gentlemen,
and well known on the frontier. At this very moment,
he's mapping a route through the heart
of the Rockies. I promise you, that
man will find a pass. (gentle, pastoral music) (gentle, pastoral
music continues) (gentle, pastoral
music continues) (turbulent music) (dramatic music) (tense music) (gun bangs) (tense music) (gun bangs) - I just want to make
him uncomfortable. (tense music) (gentle, pastoral music) - Dirk Rourke around? - Nope. - Say when he'd be
around here next? - Nope. Something to do with skins? - [Man On Horse] Yeah, his. - [Worker] Hey, Tom! (men chatter) - [Worker] Boy, if we
don't get things going now. - [Worker] Where
have you been, Tom? Glad to see ya back, boy. - [Man] Hey, Tom. - Mike! - How are ya?
- Fine. Still watching over
the same old gang? - Yeah, except for the ones
whose skulls I had to crack. We've been waiting
for news from you. What do we do, move on ahead or put up a dead end right here? - Well, that's up to Van
Horne. Is he in camp? - Yeah, he's over in
the headquarters car, and he's been running a
hot box waiting for ya. - Tom, hey, Tom! - See ya later, Mike.
- All right. - Hey, Tom, you
cockeyed, old caribou. - [Tom] Dynamite Dawson,
it's good to see you. - I knew they couldn't build
a railroad without you. - [Tom] I thought they
laid the Northern Pacific on your chest for keeps. - They did, but when
they started pushing that iron into civilization,
it got too tame, so I just sneezed it off and
came up here into Canada. Tom, my boy, the times we're
going to have on this line, eh? - Uh uh, I'm getting this
railroad off my chest right now. - You're quitting
before you start? - [Tom] Mm hmm. - What have you got cornered
that's more important than building a railroad, huh? - [Tom] You'll never guess. - But you can't do
this to me, Tom! Think of all the good
fights you're going to miss. You're getting
soft, that's what. (fist smacks) (barrels clatter) (men chatter) - Mike, where'd
this bird come from? - Why, I hired him this
morning. Why, what's he done? - It's what he might do.
Throw him out of camp. - If you know him that well. All right, Cagle, see the
timekeeper and get your pay. - [Woman] Let me
through, please. - You heard Brannigan. On your feet, hit the breeze. - Just a moment! That man's hurt! - If he isn't he's going to be. Move out! Get your sympathy
from Dirk Rourke. - I'm a doctor! - You're a doctor? - Yeah, that's right. - What sort of a man are you? I saw the whole thing. You attacked this man
without giving him a chance. - Yes, ma'am. - I don't know what
your differences are but I'm certain
they could've been settled without bloodshed. You see, Mr.
Brannigan, that hiring vicious, hot-tempered
hands such as this person can only bring
trouble to the camp and make for inefficiency. - Well-
- Now, wait a minute. Do you know who this-
- I can't help it, Doc. Viciousness was just born in me. Every time I see a dodo in
a red shirt, I go crazy. (men laugh) - Tom, what's it all about? What'd you sock that
fella on the beezer for? And who's this Dirk Rourke? - Strictly a personal
matter, Dynamite. How long has she
been around here? - Came in with
the hospital, Tom. Myself, I don't trust no
sawbones without whiskers. - It depends on
how bad you feel. I can see there are going to be a lot of sick men
around here from now on. - Yeah. Too bad you ain't going to be
around to head the parade, huh? (telegraph clicks) - Ottawa, Mr. Van Horne. They want to know do you intend- - Yes, I heard them. Stall them again. Send this. "Now with advance survey,
everything under control." (telegraph clicks) - Well, hello. - Well, you're back.
- I'm back. - You're three days late. - You're lucky I'm here at all. - I'm lucky? - Ottawa again, sir. They're ordering me to send
a man on horse after ya. - Hiding, Mr. Van Horne? - Look here, you
flatfooted mountain goat, I've been lying for three days, lying on account of you, to the president, the
directors, Ottawa, and even to myself, and you come lumbering in
here to say "hello" so pretty. Would you care to join
me in a cup of tea? - I'll admit I was
slightly delayed, but then I wasn't
exactly sitting in a
private railroad car. - Well, all right. What did you get? What route do we take? - This survey, you
understand, incurred large personal expenses. I presume my account
will be paid. - The route, man, the route. - That's rough country. I've seen so much
white water, I'm blind. - What are you stalling for? Don't tell me you
didn't find a pass. - Yes, I found the pass. You'll tunnel and bridge
plenty before you're through, and you're liable
to meet yourself more than once coming back, but there's your
gateway to the Pacific, and you can make it. I've marked sites and a
rough idea of the grades. - Little white lies,
Lord, forgive me. - I'll draw maps and detail
the route before I leave. - Tell them we found the answer. Tell them my personal
surveyor, Mr. Tom Andrews, has found the pass. Add, "All previously
proposed routes untenable." - What? - Just say "out." (telegraph clicks) So what do you mean "leave"? - I said that as soon as the
maps are finished, so am I. - Oh, no, you're not. You're going to see this
job through to the end. - Some other railroad, maybe. Your personal surveyor
note was very touching. But I've had enough
railroading for a while. I've got another
project west of Calgary. Made the date last year. - You're a bigger
liar than I am. - I don't have to lie. I've got a date. And, what's more,
I'm through skinning my knuckles over
other people's fights. From now on, I'm a man of peace. - Anymore talk like that
and I'll have you examined. - Pardon us, Mr. Van Horne. We made a list of additional
medical supplies we need. I'd like you to see it. - [Van Horne] Oh, I'll go over
it later with you, Doctor. Oh, by the way, I want
you to meet Tom Andrews. Dr. Mason and Dr. Edith
Cabot, his assistant. They make up our hospital corps. - Well, Tom Andrews. I feel I already know you, Mr. Van Horne's done so
much bragging about you. - [Tom] Glad to meet you, sir. Dr. Cabot. - So you're the famous surveyor. - Well, a little more than that. I'm Mr. Van Horne's
personal famous surveyor. - I'm sure that was
meant to be funny, but I'm very dull
at hidden jokes. - Oh, he isn't funny, Edith. Some say he's the best surveyor and the best trouble
boss in railroading. I don't know why. But he's definitely not funny. - What is a trouble boss? - He has to be quick with his
fists and quick with a gun. A lot of riffraff
and troublemakers infiltrate the
construction camps. It takes a good man to find
them out and get rid of them. - You're right, Doctor. I break 'em apart, you
put 'em back together. - I agree with you, Mr. Van
Horne, he's not very funny. I can believe that you
do your job thoroughly. Only, I don't agree
that violence is a
solution to violence. - You've seen a lot
of it, I suppose. - I've had experience in the
frontiers with my father. Dr. Mason was his partner then. My father was
killed, Mr. Andrews, because he tried to
use a gun against a man instead of reasoning with him. If he hadn't worn a gun,
he'd still be alive. - I'm sorry about your father. I've learned, though,
that in this country, if I draw faster,
I keep on living. - Force never settles anything. It only brings on more
resentment and more gunplay. - What would you
suggest, my dear? - I'd keep gunmen out
of railroad camps. - Thank you, Doctor,
you've more than convinced me I was right in
a slight argument I had with Mr. Van Horne. There's no place here
for a man like me. Thanks so much, Doctor. - You're welcome. We'll be back later
with the list. (door slams) - You're an idiot
talking to her like that. She's a good doctor,
and a fine young woman. - Beautiful and (indistinct). But you know that
stuff won't work. - Well, if you know it,
why are you quitting? - Look, I've just
done a job, a big one. I'm taking a holiday. - Ooh, a holiday. I thought it was one
of your projects. Well, Mr. Tom Andrews,
a woman at last. - Sure it is, a human
one, not a stuffed halo. Good luck with your railroad, and, when you pass west of
Calgary, toot your whistle. Toot, toot. (train clangs) (hammers bang) (dramatic music) (Tom whistles) (dramatic music) (Tom whistles) - Tom! Mama, he's here, he's here! (dramatic music) Tom! - Cecille! (dramatic music) Oh, Tom. Oh! Oh, dear, I knew
you'd come all day. - Hey, same little savage. (Cecille speaks indistinctly) - [Cecille] I've dreamed and
prayed, and now you're here. (romantic music) Mama, look who I found. - Welcome back, Mr. Andrews. - How are you, Mama Gautier? Why, you're prettier than ever, prettier than any
girl I've seen lately. - [Cecille] Mama,
you're blushing. - I'll get supper! - I better give
Seal his rubdown. - What girls have
you seen lately? - Oh, lots of them. Over in British Columbia, I met the cutest little squaw four
feet high and four feet wide. - (chuckles) Oh, you're joking. For that! (Tom chuckles) - Oh, Tom! (romantic music) You say that now, but some
day you'll miss the railroad and you'll be gone again. - Oh, no. All the Royal Northwest
Mounties couldn't drag me back. There are better surveying
jobs than hanging by my eyelids over
some mountain gorge. - I'm so happy I could cry. Papa says I almost
went cross-eyed I watched that trail so
closely for you to come back. - Where is your father? - Oh, he hurried
out to some meeting. - Oh. - Did you see our lake again,
the one you told me about? - I sure did, and
it's more beautiful than the first time I saw it. Now they call it Lake Louise. You know, it might be a little
rough for our honeymoon. Wild country, cougars, bears. - I wouldn't be
afraid of anything in the whole world with you. - You know something, Cecille,
I don't believe you would. (romantic music) I gave you this- - The night you said. Tom, being married to you,
nothing could be more wonderful. (romantic music) - You'll change your tune. I'll have you waiting
on me hand and foot, just like a squaw. - Oh, no, you won't, but
that Dirk Rourke would have. When we're married,
he'll stop hanging around here, I'll bet. - Dirk Rourke? - Uh huh, he has one of his
trading posts near here. You know. But he just uses it as an
excuse to see Papa, he says. - Has he bothered you again? - I told him straight
just that once. That was enough. Oh, you should've seen his face when I told him I was
going to marry you. He would've killed you, I
guess, if you'd been around. - He didn't forget about it. He took some potshots
at me up in that canyon. - Oh. - I figured it was
on account of you. - If Papa knew that,
he wouldn't have gone to that meeting of Dirk's. - Rourke's holding that meeting? - Something about the railroad. I don't know what. - Where is this meeting? - At the trading post barn. Tom, I swear, Dirk
never bothered me. Only that once. - [Tom] But he
bothered me plenty. (door slams)
- Don't go! Stay away from him. There'll be dozens of
them at the meeting. - All the better. - Please, stay here, Tom. After all this time away. There'll be shooting. Your temper is quick. So is Dirk's. Don't go and get hurt, Tom. - Maybe I'll be just as
well off without guns. I want to talk to those people. I want them to know
I'm here to stay. - Tom! Tom!
- What happened, dear? - He's going to the meeting. - He'll be safer without these. - They're a mob. Dirk Rourke will see to that. He'll kill him! (door slams) (men chatter) - I tell you, the
railroad means the end to free life and open
country for all of ya. The country is
ours, let's keep it! - Maybe the railroad
won't get through. - The say the work has stopped. - The railroad is going
through, and I can prove it. You remember Tom Andrews, who
was here last year and left? - [Men] Yeah. - You know him, Gautier. - Of course, he's
to wed my daughter. - Yes, he's made a fool of
you like everybody else. Maybe you'll change
your mind about him when you hear what
I have to tell ya. Friends, there is one
pass in the mountains in which a railroad
can be built. I've long known about
it, but kept it secret for the good of all you. Now Tom Andrews has found it. I saw him there only
last week, taking sights. That man is a surveyor
for the railroad! - He never told me that! - He ought to be bull-whipped
clear to Winnipeg! (men shout) - Why don't you tell
the rest of it, Rourke? About sneaking up and trying
to put a bullet in my back? But I'll take that
matter up with you later. I came here to tell
you where I stand. I intend to stay
here, get married. I like the country,
I like the people. I want to be one of you. But if you're going
to swallow everything Rourke's been telling
you, then maybe that'll all be changed. I don't want to
have to wear a gun every time I poke
my nose outdoors. - Don't change the subject! Are you going to say you didn't
find a pass for the railway? - No, because I did. If I hadn't, somebody
else would have. Sure, the railroad
is going through. Nobody can stop that. And, naturally, things
won't be the same. But Rourke's wrong about
the harm it's going to do. The railroads will
bring you a lot of good you never had before. - Yeah, yeah. - You won't be living in
the backwoods anymore. You'll be a part of the world. - That's all lies. He was sent here by the railway
to spy on ya, to cheat ya! - I quit the railroad, and
if I'm going to live here, I've got as much interest
in what the railroad's going to do to this
country as you have. - And I say you've got
to stop the railroad! (men shout) - Men, men, for the
sake of your families, for the sake of your
homes, don't start anything you won't
be able to finish. - We'll finish it!
- Yeah! - Do you want to lose
everything you ever had? My only interest is in you! - You're only interest, Dirk, is in that string of
Rourke trading posts because those big profits
you've been taking from these people will
go out of the window. Trappers won't have to sell
their furs to you anymore. They can ship 'em direct. And the same for any of
you farmers and settlers. You are the only man here who
will suffer for the railroad. - Ask him if it isn't
so that the railroad will bring people, hundreds
and hundreds of people, who will trap the furs
that belong to you! (men chatter) That's right, to
steal 'em from ya! There's the man you
can thank for the food that will be taken from
your children's mouths! - I promised myself, Rourke,
I'd pin your ears together. (men shout) - No!
- Fair fight, let 'em handle it. (men shout) - [Onlooker] Get him, Dirk! (men shout) - Do you want the
railroader to marry Cecille? - Aw, he'll never
marry my daughter! (men shout) (fists smack)
(Dirk grunts) (men shout) - [Priest] Stop it,
stop it, I say, stop it! - [Onlooker] Pere Lacomb! - Quit fighting, both of you. - Right away, Father. (fist thunks) (Dirk thuds) - Tom, you should be ashamed. - I'd feel more
ashamed if I was him. - The railroad again. You're misguided or ill-advised
in holding these meetings. They can lead only to
trouble for everyone. I suggest you go to your homes and think this thing
over carefully. - Yes, sir.
- Yes, Father. - Tom, I'd like a word with you. Look after Rourke. - Yes, Father. - [Onlooker] That's why
we don't want the railroad to be coming through here. (men chatter) - I'm afraid Dirk Rourke
will never forgive you. - The end of a warm friendship. - This is the first chance
I've had to welcome you home. Cecille told me she
was expecting you. She says you've
quit the railroad. - A railhead's no
place to take a wife. - Did you know I was leaving
for the head of steel tomorrow? - No, why? - Mr. Van Horne sent for me. He felt my presence there might
have an effect on the men. - I wonder where he
could've got that idea. - You saw tonight what
Dirk Rourke is starting. The unrest is growing. It could lead to
very serious trouble. - Yes. - I only hope we can find
some way to stop it peaceably before it goes too far. Well, goodnight. - Goodnight, Father. - Oh, Tom. Would you be good enough
to give that to Cecille? She dropped it in
my study tonight. - Certainly.
- Thank you. (gentle, sweet music) - [Cecille] I waited up for you. - Good. - What happened at the meeting? - Worked out all
right at the end. Why, were you afraid? - No, certainly not! Oh, it was lonely out
here waiting for you. Chilly. But I couldn't go in the
house until you came. - You dropped this
at Pere Lacomb's when you sent him
to look after me. - Well, anyway, you
came back whole, and now you can have a rest, and we can go to our lake. - Cecille, something
happened that changed things. Our lake will have to wait. I'm going back to the
railroad camp tomorrow. - Oh, no, Tom, just
tonight you said- - I know, but I've
left a job unfinished. If trouble comes,
I've got to be there. - It isn't your fight! - It is my fight. - The railroad, that's all
anyone ever talks about anymore. Isn't there anything else in the whole world
but the railroad? - Yes, there's you. - There's me! And yet you
leave me to go back to it. - Just for another
year at the most. Try to understand.
- I understand. I waited one year, and
now you want another, and then you'll want another. - No.
- Oh, maybe Dirk Rourke was right. All that railroad can
bring is unhappiness. That's all it's
brought me so far. My people don't want
it, and neither do I, and I don't want you, either! (dramatic music) (train clangs)
(bell rings) (train horn whistles)
(bell rings) - For a man who
quit the railroad, you seem to be taking a
lively interest in things. - Well, I got to thinking,
where would you be without your personal surveyor? (horn toots)
Flag's up. - [Worker] Clear the
tracks, clear the tracks. Clear the tracks. (tense music) (explosives boom) - Perfect! The track progress has
been almost too smooth. No disturbances
in or out of camp. Not even a smashed finger. At this rate, we'll hit
the pass before winter. - Let's hope. Anyway, I'll still
keep my eyes open. - It just isn't natural, Tom. Well, I've got to be
rolling up the line. (peaceful music) (tense music)
(men shouting) (exciting music) - [Tom] Hey, what are you
trying to do, blow up everybody? These horses are valuable. - Man, was I glad
to see you back when you rode in this morning. Even the horses was happy. - Fine, but, Dynamite,
go easy with that stuff. The men are not used
to it the way you are. - Listen, I've been trying
to get you alone all day. Figured this was the
best way of doing it. - [Tom] What's on your mind? - We're losing some dynamite. Night before last, half a box. Last night, a whole box. - [Tom] You see anybody? - Tracks all around the
magazine, moccasins, Injuns. But, Tom, Injuns don't
usually savvy dynamite. - [Tom] Who knows about this? - Just you and me so far. - Well, keep it quit. Maybe I can get a line
on where it's going. (train horn whistles) See you later. - [Dynamite Dawson] Will do. - Chief.
- How. - How. Two men there that don't
walk like Indians at all. They walk like white men. - White man got sharp eyes. Maybe he better shut eyes tight. - Leave those two here and take
your men back yo your camp. (guns bang) - You again. I might have guessed. - Yes, Doctor. - Until this, until you came
back, we've had no trouble. Now, it's the rule of the
gun, shooting, violence. - It wouldn't enter your
kindly brain, would it, Doctor, that I could've had a reason
for shooting these men? - What reason?
(dynamite booms) (train horn whistles)
(men shout) - Get him out easy, boys. Oh, Father. (men shout) - Got him?
- Yeah, we got him now. - [Tom] Get him to
the hospital car as soon as you can move him. (men chatter) - [Worker] Anybody else there? Everybody out?
- What you looking for? - [Worker] Everybody's out now? (men shout) - [Tom] Doctor. - [Worker] Got him? Stretchers here! - There's your reason. (men shouting) - Got him?
- Yeah, we got him! (men chatter) - You two men, come with me. Get up! And you, too. Take these two into Calgary
and hold 'em for murder. (train chugs) (train horn whistles) - 60. - Nice, cozy place you got here. - Hiya, Tom, 20. Yeah, when
we get the mountains out, I'll have to have two tents. - Hey, play with that
stuff some other time. How much is missing now? - Damn near 1,000 sticks. 108 sticks to a case
makes almost 10 cases. Enough to blow the
whole work camp to Timbuktu and
everybody with it. - How about the men
you've had working here? - Two of 'em run off, but not the pair you
plugged the other day. Tom, you disappointed me. Why, when I was a
deputy down in the hole-in-a-wall territory, I- - [Tom] You were a judge
the last time you told it. - I used to shoot once
per man, that was it. Them two you clipped
was only winged. - I'm trying new tactics. - Yeah, I know. I know, digging up business
for that female sawbones, huh? Well, you was a good man once. When a fellow like
you starts going soft, it ain't long before
he shakes like jelly. - All right, I'm whipped. Now, listen, I'm going
to borrow your wagon. - [Dynamite Dawson] What for? - I've been doing
a little scouting. - [Dynamite Dawson] Oh? - Tonight, take my horse,
tie him into the horse lines where everybody can see him. Take your bedroll into my tent. Light the lantern, sit
and read, if you can. - Can? Say, when I was at Harvard- - [Tom] I thought it was Yale. - Well, the university. - [Tom] All right, then, read. The idea is to make
it look like I'm home. - Why can't I be
in on this, Tom? No matter what it is. - It's a one man job. Mostly arguing, Indians. - Why, when I was with
the Indian Bureau. Don't you go fooling
with none of them squaws! - [Tom] See you tomorrow. - 20, now, where was I? Better start all over again. (soft, foreboding music) (tense music) - Savvy dynamite? - Ah. - Some railroad
dynamite missing. Stolen. - You friend Pere Lacomb. We see you on trail with him. - That's right. I don't accuse you, understand. But some young bucks
paid by white men to steal dynamite. Those white men
not your friends. They don't tell you truth. Come with me. (tense music) (shovel scrapes)
(tense music) (dramatic music) (Chief speaking
foreign language) (quietly dramatic music) - I sorry. We see this not happen again. - [Tom] Thank you, Chief. (quietly dramatic music) (wagon rattles) Cider. (wagon rattles) Unhitch these horses
and tie 'em up. (gun clicks) - No, wait. - He's like a sitting duck. - I know, but hold it. This'll be good. (crickets chirrup) (gun clicks) The one on the bottom case, eh? Make sure. (gun bangs)
(dynamite booms) (men shout) - [Worker] Get a stretcher! Quick, get him to the hospital! - Get out of the way!
- Get a stretcher! (men chatter) (train horn whistles)
(train chugs) - Is he gone? - No. I can't understand
why he wasn't killed. - Well, it's one of
the peculiarities
of dynamite, ma'am. He was too close. Six feet further away, he
would've been blown to bits. - I didn't know that. - We've got to wait til we get
to the base hospital, Edith. You shouldn't attempt
a transfusion now. - He needs blood. Otherwise, he won't live to
get in an operating room. - Need I remind you,
it may be fatal. - That kind of man would
ask to take the gamble. - Come on. (train clacks) (train horn whistles) The gamble is yours, my friend. (train clacks) Rest your arm for a few minutes. (train clacks) - He okay now, ma'am,
I mean, Doctor? - Do you know how to pray? - Yeah. (train horn whistles) (man speaks indistinctly) - [Gautier]
(indistinct) my valley or enlist to a man, almost. - [Dirk] Nothing wrong
with that, good work. - [Gautier] Every
man that I know will be ready when
they're needed. - Smart people. The railroad's as good
as stopped right now. - Good. - How dare you hold a
meeting in this house. - There will be many
meetings in this house. It is my wish, and
it is my house. - Then you're in
deeper than I thought. - I just made your
father one of my chief lieutenants, Cecille. Sit down, you'll
learn something. - Thank you, Dirk
Rourke, I'll stand. - All right. We're just getting
organized for action. With winter coming,
we're going to have to stop at
the road, anyways. That gives us plenty of time. - I've just come
back from their camp. They ain't going
to get to the pass before snow like they plan. Some accidents they had
held them back, just enough. - Sure, it only takes a
couple of sticks of dynamite to blow up a culvert and
hold up the work for days. - When you get back, tell
the rest of our friends working there to remember that. - Come spring, I thought
up some new things that will stir up
those work crews so they won't be able to get
down a mile of track a day. Pass me that jug, Cagle. We're going to drink to
Van Horne's downfall. Starting next week, I'm going
out to talk to the Indians. - Indians?
- Yes. Before winter's over,
we'll have every tribe between here and Vancouver
beating the war drum. Wrecking only slows
down the road. A big uprising will
end it for good. You first, Papa Gautier. - I drink to Dirk Rourke. - You won't drink to him here! - Cecille, leave the room! - You're crazy men, all of you! You can't stop the railroad. You listen to his lies so
that you can all get killed! There's nothing wrong
with the railroad. I rode on the trains when I
went to school in Montreal. They're wonderful! They bring us civilization! - Stop, stop, I tell you! You are a Magus, you
will think the way we do. You will do what we do. - But you're wrong! - You turn against
your own people? Then we're through with you. You're no longer one of us! Go think it over. The choice is yours. (door slams) - Pass the jug again, Cagle. - Cecille. I talked to your father. Just tell him you're sorry
and he's willing to forget it. I guess you still got
your mind on Tom Andrews or you wouldn't talk that way. (chuckles) You
sounded just like him. - Tom Andrews is gone. - [Dirk] Sure he's gone. He was only playing
with ya anyway. There's a female doctor
up at the rail head he was really in love with. - Liar. - [Dirk] (chuckles) That's
why he went back to the job. - Liar. Liar, liar! - [Dirk] She's nursing him
right now at the base hospital, if he's still alive. - Tom, is he? What happened, Dirk,
tell me the truth. - [Dirk] All right, bullet hit a case of dynamite
with more on top. It'd been better if it'd
killed him on the spot because he's going
to die anyway. So I guess you'll have
to forget about him. He was never your kind. I'll do more for you in
one minute than he'll do- - How do you know
about a bullet? You know, you know
because you fired it! - [Dirk] No, Cecille,
I didn't fire it. - You did, you did! I know you did! - No!
- You did, you liar! You did, you did, you did! - [Dirk] No, Cecille! - I know you did! (wagon wheels rattle) (train chugs) - Don't know how he
did it, Dynamite. He's hung by a thread for days, but there's definite
improvement now. He'll live. - Sure, sure, I knowed
he would all along. He's made of cast
iron, that fella. - Now I want him to sleep. From now on, nature
will do the doctoring. It's a miracle. - You haven't left his
side for five minutes since he got hurt. The miracle is you. (train chugs) - [Cecille] Tom Andrews, can you tell me where-
- Yes, ma'am. Right back in number six, but, Miss, you can't go back there.
- Tom! - Quiet, you can't go in there. - I must see him. I'm going in. - Now wait a minute, Miss,
you can't go in there. Guess you're the Cecille
Gautier he told me about. I'm Tom's friend
Dynamite Dawson. - Yes. Is he? - [Dynamite Dawson] Yes,
he's going to be all right. Now don't you worry. - Then why can't I see him? - [Edith] Because
he's a sick man. No one can see him
for a long time. - You see him, all the time. (train horn whistles) - Now, Miss, you just
can't go back in there. - Who does she think she is?
He isn't just a patient to her. - Please, no. - She won't let me in
because she's afraid. She wants him for herself! - Look, Miss, why don't you use some good, common horse sense? - I've got to tell Tom
something he must know! - Gar-darn it, you stay here! - Let go! - Anything you got to
tell Tom, you can tell me. He said you was a wild one. Come on. Sit down there til
you stop boiling. Now... Now, what was it
Tom should know? - [Cecille] Dirk Rourke fired
a bullet into that dynamite that hurt Tom. I'm sure it was he. - I'll be (indistinct). - [Cecille] He's got
the meadows organized to stop the railroad, and
he's got plans for the spring. I don't know what they are. I stood up against them, but- - Dirty snakes in the woodpile. - [Cecille] I thought
I could stay here and help in some way. - Guess you still like
that Tom Andrews, don't ya? - What does that matter now? - Matters a heap. You got to go home,
quick, for Tom's sake and your own good health. Why, if you was to walk
out on your people now, you'd be a traitor. They might even kill ya. You know what's going on. If you want to help
Tom and the rest of us, lay in with the meadows. Find out what you can. - Yes. Don't you worry none
about that lady doctor. She ain't fed him
no love potion yet. (train chugs) (tools clang) (train horn toots) (train chugs) (train wheels squeal) - [Van Horne] What's
the trouble, Mike? - Somebody's been pulling
spikes again, look. Why, if this work train
had hit that loose rail. - Any more dynamiting? - Not in the last few days. You know, they
knocked out the guard and raided the magazine
again, so anything can happen. - Has that cargo monkey
Gordon come back yet? - Nobody's seen him since he
left base camp two weeks ago. (dynamite booms) (men shout)
(dynamite booms) (spikes clang) Well, that just about
licks us for the season. All right, men,
let's clean it up! Come on, back to work! Back to work! - Weeks behind schedule. Sabotage and the late supplies
cost more than we can afford. Payroll car hasn't been getting
through in time, either. And that's about the
surest way there is to start unrest among the men. - Wish I could be there. When does work stop? - Oh, any day now, from
the looks of the weather. Well, one thing, it'll give
us a chance to reorganize, and give you all winter to think of a way to stop that sabotage. - I've got a couple
of personal accounts to take care of, too. - We'll lick 'em, we've got to. Edith tells me you'll be
as good as new by spring. Fine woman, Edith. If she hadn't
given you her blood on the train that night. Then, that's over,
so why talk about it? - She gave me a transfusion? - I thought you knew. She did, and it saved your life. Goodbye, Tom. - Ooh, how do, Mr. Van Horne? - Where have you been
the last few weeks? - Gee, oh, I've been
away, private business. You see, my poor
grandma broke her leg down in Spokane, had
to set it myself. Big job. - Yeah, there's a big job
at the rail camp, too, which won't be yours if
you don't get back to it. (Dynamite Dawson chuckles) - How you feeling, old pal? - Worse, looking at you. What's all this rigamarole
you were giving then? - Oh, I didn't want to tell
him what I was really doing. Tom, did you ever
try to figure out how that dynamite got set off? - I keep imagining I
heard a rifle crack just a split second
before the big bust. - [Dynamite Dawson] Well,
you ain't imagining. I think I know who done it. Dirk Rourke. - How'd you find out? - Oh, been doing
some detective work. Matter of fact, I've
been on Rourke's trail. Followed him clean
through the mountains. I figured on getting him
for what he did to you. - You shot him? - No, gar-darn it, I
couldn't catch up to the dog. - You keep out of it, Dynamite. If Rourke's behind all this,
I'm the one to settle it. - [Dynamite Dawson] He's
behind it, all right, the whole blasted thing. He's got a bushel
full of new plans cooking in his skillet, too. - Looks like we're going to
have our hands full come spring. - Yeah, sure looks bad. (train horn whistles) Guess I better hop them
cars to the rail head or I won't be
around next spring. (train chugs) Take care of yourself, Tom. - Thanks for dropping
in and cheering me up. - Oh, that's. - I hope those men
didn't disturb you with any distressing news. - No, everything's fine. - I'll change these today. - Don't you ever
treat your patients as anything other than
laboratory specimens? - I don't seem to follow you. - I heard about that blood
transfusion you gave me. Why didn't you tell me? - Didn't seem important. I would've done the
same for anybody. - The important thing
is you did it for me. Thanks, Edith. Now that I have your blood, doesn't that give us
something in common? - Certainly not. (gentle music) - You know, Edith, you
better start to warm up because we're going
to be snowbound here
a long, long time. (gentle music)
(wind whistles) (gentle, peaceful music) (someone knocks) Why, hello, Mr. Van Horne. - Tom, you look great. - I feel fine. Sit down. - Thanks, I've
only got a minute. I want you out at
the camp just as soon as you feel you're up to it. - What's happened? - Well, we started
up again all right, but it's worse than ever. Not from the outside, though. It's all in the camp. Dissension, men won't work. - Payroll again, huh? - Money all tied up in legal. I'm going to Calgary
to untangle it. Promises aren't going to
satisfy those men any longer. They've always had a lot
of respect for you, Tom. If you could only get
out there for a few days and keep them quiet, I can
straighten out the money, Tom. Edith, what have you
done to yourself? - Just combing my
hair differently. - It's an improvement. A vast improvement. (Edith chuckles) (gentle, romantic music) - Oh, I do love you, Tom. I've tried to analyze it
rationally, but I can't. - You're a wonderful
woman, Edith. I can never repay you
for all you've done. - You repaid me already
by introducing me to the other Tom Andrews. - Other? - The one deep inside here,
the one who left home, went to the frontiers,
the boy who lost his appreciation for
the finer things. That's the man I've learned
to admire and respect. Not the Tom Andrews
I met wearing those. - I was just cleaning them. Do you think I ever
wanted to use them? - But you did use them.
- There are times when a man- - There's never an
excuse for drawing a gun against another man. If you feel toward me
the way I believe you do, you'll never wear
them again, never. - Well, they are kind of heavy and I'm not as strong
as I used to be. - I knew you wouldn't turn back. Now you're my patient
again so, listen, the hospital car blew back
the rail ends tomorrow. - Fits right in with my plans. - Uh uh. Convalescence and
post-surgical stay here, and that means you. - But I've got to get back. - The doctor says no. You need at least
another week's rest. I'll miss you, Tom,
but it won't be long. - Anything you say,
Doctor, but are you sure you can't use
poor, old Buffalo Bill. - Dare not even to
think of such things! (gentle, upbeat music) (tense music) (train horn whistles)
(train clacks) - Hello. - Well, stowaway, in violation
of all hospital rules. - No, all I need is
fresh air and excitement. - We still have a
hospice, you know, and I can make you
stay right here, where I can keep my eye on you. If you're so anxious
to get back to work, come on down and help
me check equipment. - Coming. - Now, sit right there. Here. 20 dozen pairs, major op. - Major who? - Major operating. Check it here. - Ah! - And I say no, warriors, no! The iron monster will
swallow your land. You've seen the buffalo go. Soon, the land itself
will disappear! Get your people
together and drive this thing from the country! (men chatter in
foreign language) (war drums beat) (chuckles) Look at 'em. Didn't I tell you the truth? The upset that
rail camp's in now, we'll whip them without
lifting one of our fingers. - Good, good, we'll
drive out the thieves. - Everything's going
better than I thought. I got whisky pouring into
that camp by the barrel. Got a gambling place, too. Them roughteers want to quit
work and have a little fun, there it is, right
in their own yard. - Those bucks will
pick 'em off like flies off a bull moose. (men shout in foreign language) - They're ready now. Thousands of bucks waiting
in the hills and bush to start it. That fool of a father of yours! He doesn't know what he's
helping to bring on us. It will be our blood that
will be spilled, too, as well as the railroad people. (war drum beats) - I told you to
stay in the house. - Papa, can't you understand? You must make Dirk
Rourke stop them! - No, it's right! I thought you'd come back
to us, were one of us. - I was. Now this. - What do you think
those people would do to you if you told them that. - It belongs to your tribe,
you own it, it is yours. - Then speak to them, see
how they listen to you! People, my daughter
wants to tell you of her love for the railroad. Go ahead, tell them! - Destroy the railroad. Drive it from our land! We meadows are with
you to the death. (men chatter) - Warriors, warriors, go now. Go back to your tribes. You have your orders. (men chatter in
foreign language) I'll see you after they've gone. - You must be proud of me now. - Yes! (tense, exciting music) - [Mama] I saw it, dear. What he did was terrible. - Yes. (sweeping music) Put some food in this. I'm going to Tom while there's
still a chance. He must know! - [Mama] But he's
no longer your man. He has somebody else, you said- - Yes! Somebody his own kind,
who isn't a part of that. But it makes no difference,
I must warn him. (tense, melancholic music) (men chatter) - [Pal] Good boy, Dirk. (men laugh) - Once you leave here,
there's no turning back. You can never return
to the meadows again. - I know it. (sweeping, melancholic music) Goodbye, Mama. - Adieu. (brooding music)
(men chattering) (exciting music) - There goes the
last of the chiefs. Here's to the
murderous scalpers. Bless 'em! (exciting music) (train chugs) (train horn whistles) (train chugs) - All right, quit stalling! You've all seen trains before. - Yeah, I don't see
no headquarters car. (train chugs) Where's the pay car? - Yeah, let's find
out about this! - Let's see what Van
Horne's got to say. - Yeah, where's our pay? - Come on, men! - [Worker] Come on! Come on! (men chatter) (train chugs) (men chatter) - What's the trouble, boys? - Why, it's Tom Andrews! - Welcome back, Tom! - Mr. Van Horne's
still in Calgary. - Where's our pay, Andrews? - Now what can you spend
your money for out here? Mr. Van Horne promised
you your money. - We've had promises. - And you're going to
get it in a day or two. - Yeah, we ain't going to
listen to that, either. (men chatter) - I don't blame you
men for griping. I would, too, if I
was burning up muscle all day long and
getting nothing for it. I've never lied
to any of you men. Most of you know that. And when I say the
money is on its way, you can stop worrying. - Ah, more promises! They're all lies! Let's smash the works! (men shout) - Get down here
and slug him, Tom! - Yeah, come on. - Tom, what are you waiting for? - Cost of that will
come out of your pay. Now let's get back to work
and cut out this horse play. We got a railroad to build. - (laughs) Tough guy! (laughs) There's your big trouble boss, his pants all pressed
nice and neat. (chuckles) Don't even wear
his guns no more. - [Worker] What's
the matter, Andrews? You lost your nerve? - Come on, men, we're
going over to Bailey's. (men shout) - Men, getting this track
down is more important than personal crises. (men chatter) - You did all you could do, Tom. - I could've shoved my fist
right through his teeth. (emotional music) - Tom, what in thunderation's
happened to ya? - Nothing. - Here, you got no gun. Go after that no
good ruckus-raiser and hit him over
the head with it. - Time's have changed. - What's that female
done to ya, huh? Tom, you know you can't
handle them bullheads with no kid gloves! - Maybe I can. (emotional music) (exciting music) (tense music) (exciting music) (men laughing)
(men chattering) - Hey, hey, it's on the
house tonight, boys. - [Worker] (indistinct)
open up, Bailey? - I paid for five
barrels of whisky and they sent me
10, so drink up! (men shout) - Tell 'em the truth, Bailey. Tell 'em the whisky was
donated free by our friend. - Shut your mouth, I told ya.
- Ach, this is a sweet one. You heard what John Mallis said. The booze was sent
to keep fools drunk and cripple the railroad. - [Men] Ah, shut up! - Ach, I've got no
use for the wreck. (gun bangs) (gun bangs) (gun bangs) - I'll drop any man
that lifts another gun! That's better. Drinks are still on the house. (men chatter)
(lively piano music) - Come on, let's
give him a drink. (men chatter)
(lively piano music) - Tom, over at Bailey's,
Mallis just got plugged. Think he's going
to kick the bucket. - I must go. (tense music) - Edith, wait. - But Bailey's just
murdered Scotty McNair. You can't go over
there like that. You've got to have
those, you know. (rousing music) (comical music) Now you look like a man. (determined music) (men laughing)
(lively piano music) - I hear a man's
been shot. Mallis. - He just went out
the back way, lady. - I'm a doctor,
if he's been hurt- - He don't hurt now, he's dead. Have a drink. (chuckles) - Come on, sister, let's dance. (men laugh) - Take your hands off her. Get out of here, Edith. - Mallis is dead! - Go back to the car. You Bailey?
- Yeah. - You're closing up. - (chuckles) No need to
get riled up, Andrews. Excitement's all over. We were just about to hold
a wake for poor, old Mallis. Join us in a drink? - We're going to take a walk. I'm turning you in for
killing Scotty McNair. - You got it once, Andrews. Next time's the last. (guns bang) (Bailey laughs) (Bailey thuds) - You wanted a wake? Well, kneel! Dynamite, get their guns. So there won't be
any more shooting, I'll keep these
guns for a while. After you men have sobered up, I want you to think about
what you've seen here tonight. I'm going to talk to you
again in the morning, and this time, you'll listen! (dramatic music) (steam hisses) You sure you got
all the slack out? - Yes, yes, I got
all the slack out. Gall-darn it, Tom, I
could do it better my way. - And blow up the
whole countryside? Oh, no. Ready, Jim? - Any time. - [Tom] Ready? - [Dynamite Dawson]
Give her the steam. - Take her away.
- Right. (train chugs) (saloon booms) - Great work, Jim. Going
back to the base tonight? - Right away. - If you see Mr. Van Horne,
tell him what happened. Say everything's under control. All clear, Dynamite? - [Dynamite Dawson]
All clear, cable's off! - Night, Tom.
- Night, Jim. (train chugs) Dynamite, we're in business. We just opened a saloon. I saw a sign one time
in a saloon in Montana that read, "If you want
to know who's boss here, "start something." Well, I'm not the
boss, and I'm not here to start anything,
but somebody else has already started things,
and they don't intend stopping until these rails
are a tangled pile of rust. Everything that's happened,
these accidents, Bailey's, they're all part of a scheme
to put us all out of jobs. Are we going to give into that? Or are we going to finish
what we came out here to do, build a railroad? - Well, if what you
said about the pay car coming is so, ah,
let's lay steel! - Tom's right! Nobody's going to take
my job away from me! (men grumble) - That's the spirit,
men, that's the spirit. And I'll tell you
something else. There's one man behind
all this grief we've had, and I know who he is. If you men will go back to work, I'll go out and find this fella, drag him in by the
heels, dead or alive, and let you have a look at him. - [Worker] Where's the snake? Let's go get him, come on! (men chatter) - Wait a minute, he's
not that easy to find. Beside, it's a personal matter. But once he's nailed, our
troubles will be over. It'll be smooth
rolling from then on, so what do you say, men? (men shout) - Tom, maybe you
ain't no politician, but you ought to be. (Tom chuckles) - Hey, wait! (dramatic, exciting music) - Tom, Tom, the Indians
are coming right now! - Injuns, what'd I tell you? - They've got rifles,
there's hundreds of them. Dirk Rourke got them crazy! You've got to get
away from here! - There's no possible
way, we have no engine. - Then have Pere
Lacomb go to them. He can talk to them,
make them understand. - Father Lacomb's
still back at the base. (drums beat)
- Listen! (drums beat) - Men, you heard. Looks like we got to
make a stand for it. Come on, let's move that
hospital car in here! (men shout) (exciting music) (tense, exciting music) That' it, men! Hey, Mike!
- Yeah? Pull up those carts around
the cars for barricades. Hank, round up all guns
and ammunition in the camp. Dynamite, break out
those new repeaters. Cecille, come with me. (men shout) (exciting music) Jykes, get the base. Tell 'em to send help. We're about to be attacked. - Attacked? I've been trying
to raise him for an hour. The wires must be down. - Rourke. - Then get out
there and use this. - Yes, sir! - You've given us a
chance to fight back, but you've also ridden into
the worst spot you could pick. - I don't care. I couldn't let them- - I know, you're a brave woman. - Tom, I, listen.
(drums beat) Drums, they're louder. (dramatic, exciting music) - Is it as bad as they say? - Yes, you women get inside. - I can help! - Inside. You, too, Dr. Mason. All right, you men,
get behind the ties! - Tom, you get
through to Van Horne? - No, the wires are down. (tense music) Guess I better
make a run for it. - You can't go!
- Of course you can't. You like fighting too much. Now, with me, it's different. I once won the Kentucky
Derby on a mule. (gun bangs) See you later!
- Good luck, Dynamite. (exciting music)
(guns bang) Snipers, Mike. They'll pick us off one by one. (exciting music)
(guns bang) - If you want to help, you
can hand me the bandages. - I can help more with a gun. (tense music)
(guns bang) - It's like spearing
fish in a tub. (guns bang)
(exciting music) (exciting music) (guns bang)
(exciting music) Chief, tell your braves
to keep out of sight. We'll keep 'em
boxed in til dark, and then I'll give you the
signal when to cut loose. - How about the fella that
rode out of here a while ago? - He won't get very far. I've got Indian outposts
watching every trail, just in case somebody
does get away. (tense music) (gun bangs) (exciting music) (drum beats) (men speaking foreign language) - Want to play games, eh? (men speaking foreign language) Picking straws to see which
one lifts my scalp, eh? Well, you're plumb uncivilized,
that's what you are. Say, chief, you mind if I smoke? Savvy, last smoke before
you lift the hair? (warrior speaking
foreign language) You boys want to smoke, too? Well, we got lots of them. Let's be sociable. There's one for you. Here's some for all of you. Finest smokes you ever had. Get a light, chief. Here ya be. Yeah, this is a good one. You'll like these, boys. Just puff away, get a
light from another one. (dynamite booms) (Dynamite Dawson laughs) (crickets chirrup) (owl hoots) (crickets chirrup) - I don't like it. Anything could happen. Tell some of your men
to get inside the car, the others underneath it,
but, under no circumstances, let any of them get
outside this barricade. Pass the word along. (dramatic, exciting music) (gun bangs) (dramatic, exciting music) (guns bang) Here come the tribes, men. Make every shot count! (exciting music) Thanks, Cecille. (exciting music)
(guns bang) (tense music)
(guns bang) (Cecille shouts) (gun bangs) Watch out, they're treacherous. - He's a wounded man. (dramatic music) - [Tom] I said they
were treacherous. - Come on, then, help
me get him out of here. Open the door, somebody. Here we go. - We have to think
of our own men first. - Humanity never takes sides. But you brought this trouble on. Violence always
breeds more violence. - You mean to say you blame me? - Not personally, of course not. I blame the things
for which you stand. I thought you'd changed. But it takes great courage
not to kill and to shed blood. - We got a Maddis here. Winged him running across
the rocks out there. - Papa! (dramatic music) - Cecille, Mama told
me you had come to him. I didn't know it would
be so horrible, horrible! I was wrong, wrong! - What's Rourke's plan? - He's up there, by the
big, dead pine tree. When he sets the torch to it, that will be the signal
for the last attack. There are too many
for you to fight. (tense music) (dramatic music) (crickets chirrup) (gun bangs) (crickets chirrup) - All right, light
her up, Cagle. (crickets chirrup) - [Tom] Stop that, Cagle. (guns bang) (fire crackles) (drum beats)
(guns bang) (drum beats) (guns bang)
(drum beats) (exciting music) (fire roars)
(Rourke screams) (exciting music) (exciting music)
(guns bang) - Here, fight! Do you want to die? Then you're either
a fool or a saint. (exciting music)
(gun bangs) (train chugs)
(upbeat music) - He's giving her all
she's got, Mr. Van Horne. He says if he gives her
anymore, she'll bust her sides! (exciting music) (guns bang)
(exciting music) - I couldn't stop the
signal, but Rourke's dead. - You killed him. - Why shouldn't he kill him? You've seen what
he's done to us. I'm glad, Tom, I'm glad! - Have you been hurt? (train horn whistles)
(exciting music) (guns bang)
(exciting music) - [Cecille] Here they come! (guns bang)
(exciting music) (train horn whistles)
(exciting music) (guns bang)
(exciting music) (train horn whistles)
(exciting music) A train, Tom, a train! - [Tom] Let 'em, have it! (train horn whistles)
(guns bang) (exciting music) (guns bang)
(exciting music) - [Van Horne] Well,
Mister, how do you like building railroads? - As your personal
surveyor, I sometimes think you do it the hard
way, but I like it. (Edith speaks indistinctly) Mr. Van Horne, Dynamite
deserves some credit. By the way, what kept you? - Well, as a matter
of fact, I stopped off to have a smoke
with some Injuns. Dang fools smoked their
heads off! (chuckles) (men shouting)
(harmonica music) - [Worker] Money,
money, money, money! - If money's the
root of all evil, partner, you can just give
me a carload of them roots. - [Lacomb] Your father will be all right, Cecille, don't worry. - [Mason] You're not
riding back with us? - [Lacomb] I'll bring her
with me on the next trip. You'll need all
your (indistinct). - [Van Horne] In heaven's
name, what is this? - [Dynamite Dawson] Well,
if that ain't trouble. (tense music) - [Tom] What is it you want? (warrior speaking
foreign language) - [Van Horne] What did he say? - They want to have
peace with the white man. They want to return to
their homes unmolested, free to roam the forests
and never fight again. - Tell them their
wish has been granted. - White chief gives
you the freedom to do all that you have asked. I'm asking you to believe
me, not as a priest, but as a white man
who understands the
white man's ways. White men are not all evil. Some are, just as some of you. (train chugs) (dramatic music) - [Cecille] Tom! (dramatic music) (gentle, romantic music) (train horn whistles)
(train chugs) (dramatic music) (lively music)
