as you used to, do you?
You noticed it, Mr. Leary?
I'm getting better all the...
What'd you mention it for?
Cravat is expecting me.
Yes, I'll tell him.
Mr. Cravat, Mr. Pat Leary is here.
All right, Mr. Leary.
Thank you, thank you.
Yance...
we've been rather opponents in the past...
but there's no reason
why we can't be friends.
No.
After all, you haven't gotten very far,
I mean, in a moneyed way...
with all your talk and editorials.
No, but I have a clear conscience.
I could throw another vote your way
to elect you governor.
Yes, you could.
Now, with you in the chair,
we've got the chance of a lifetime.
We can fix things
so we'd all make plenty of money.
Now, you see, the Indians...
they aren't competent
to take care of their own...
oil leases, and claims, and income.
That's understood.
Now, we'll have an agent
appointed for them...
- one that'll do just...
- Now, let me understand.
We'll have an agent appointed...
who will steal the money
from the Indians?
Well, just a matter of bookkeeping,
you know.
Mr. Leary, I've known
all about your scheme for weeks...
and I think it's the dirtiest,
filthiest piece of politics...
that ever came into
the State of Oklahoma...
and I'll smash you
and everybody connected with it...
- before I'm through with you.
- You ain't coming in, then?
Then I'll smash your chances
for governor...
and I can do it, too.
Yancey, you know about Cim and Ruby.
We can't live our children's lives
for them, honey.
Listen to this, the lead for tomorrow.
"The demagogues plan to rob them again.
"Stealing the vast ocean of oil gushing up
through the miserable, barren land...
"known as the Osage Indian reservation...
"again victimizing those duped and
wretched Americans, the Osage Indians.
"Their treaties broken, their land stolen...
"and now there's about to burst forth
the gaudiest...
"star-spangled piece of crookedness...
"ever played under the wing
of a double-dealing government."
- We can't print that.
- And why not?
This isn't the Cimarron country.
It's the State of Oklahoma.
You can't slur the government.
It's treason.
It's history.
I don't blame the government
for crooked politicians' tricks.
I'll show them.
I'll stop them if it's the last thing I ever do.
- But...
- Furthermore...
the time has come
to give the red man full citizenship...
so he can live as free
as the white man lives.
Citizenship for Indians.
Give them the vote.
The people here would mob you.
A prophet is never without honor,
save in his own country.
You could be one of the greatest figures
in this nation.
You are if you don't throw it away.
If you print that article,
you'll never be governor.
Never.
I've forgiven you many things
in the past 10 years, Yancey Cravat...
but I'll never forgive you that.
Oh, yes, you will, sugar.
Never is a long time.
Not while I'm alive, maybe...
but someday you'll be able to turn back
to the old files...
and read this article
and be glad it was printed.
No, I have some position
to maintain in this community.
- I have some voice in this paper.
- I know that.
Well, then I say you won't print it,
not in these columns.
When you take my name off
and put yours in its place...
you'll be editor of this paper.
Until you do that, sugar, I am.
Will you send Rickey in, please?
The proof's all right, Rickey.
Just think, our 40th anniversary.
Forty