Northwest Passage

Stow it forward, son.

All right, father.

Make it fast, my boy.

Yes, father.

Reel her through

the back, alan.

Yes, father.

Must be 5:
00, father.

There's the boston stage.

[Whistles]

Cap huff, where

you going?

Can't stop now.

I'm on an errand

of mercy.

When did you

start tending bar?

Why, langdon!

Hello, son.

The day

you left for harvard,

i started my education

at studely's tavern.

Hunk marriner's

in sore need of this.

Where is hunk?

On public exhibition.

Bring that tankard here

and let me hide

my face in it in shame.

Well, if it ain't

langdon towne,

my educated friend.

Why, you old possum.

Go over there

and shake hands with me.

I'm glad to see you.

Let me give him that.

Sure this is good

for him?

This ain't

the silly season.

You give it to him.

I'd as soon try

to fill a sieve.

What put him in here

this time?

Clagett

the king's attorney.

Clagett? Did you bite him

or just kick him?

No. I'm in

for public speaking.

What brought you home

in time for deer season?

You might call it

public speaking.

Pictures speak

louder than words.

The puritan

or the pie?

The pie... harvard pie.

Who's the puritan?

The president of harvard.

Now the president can't

stand the smell of you.

He asked me to go

far, far away.

You ought to know

better than that.

Whiskers on a skunk

grow up, not down.

Well, i've never been

on intimate terms

with a skunk.

Does your father

know about this,

langdon?

No, and is not

going to be easy

to tell him i've been

sacked from harvard.

Drop over to the tavern

afterwards.

I'll be there, too.

They lock me up

about sundown.

I usually break out

around 8:
00.

Here, here.

Mind your step.

Mind my step?

Clages a tyrant

and thief!

I wouldn't be here

if he hadn't tried

to tax my old father

of half

his fish catch!

Save it, hunk.

The time will come.

A hundred years

the townes

have

rigged-out ships.

They had hoped

to bring into port

a professional man...

a lawyer,

a clergyman.

And now their

first great venture

is dashed

on the rocks

of youthful folly.

I ask your forgiveness

for disappointing

you and mother.

I ask my brothers

to forgive me

for throwing away

my chance.

Aw, langdon.

I want my sons to take up

for their rights,

but i hate

for my boy

to go around

with his heart

on his sleeve.

Yes, mother?

I'm sorry langdon's

lost his chance

to be a clergyman.

He's always shown

his feelings.

Clergymen show

their feelings

on all occasions.

Well, thas

a clergyman's

privilege.

Artists should show

their feelings, too.

And if he's going

to be a painter,

he's got

to feel about things.

Yes. If he felt

that way,

he felt that way.

We'll have to make

the best of our

disappointments.

Oh, father!

Son, what was

in that pie?

I never

got that far, sir.

May langdon borrow

a sunday shirt

to call on elizabeth

tonight?

Of course,

but remember...

keep our disappointments

within the family.

I don't want langdon

to bow his head

to reverend browne.

The townes have

been rigging ships

just as long

as the brownes

have been sending

sinners to...

hades.

I declare!

Langdon.

Elizabeth.

I can't believe it.

What can't you

believe?

You're more beautiful

than ever.

Oh, no.

Langdon, are those

the manners

they teach you

at harvard?

I thought of you

all the time,

made a thousand sketches

of the way you'd look

when i saw you again.

I'm sure you never

gave me a thought

with all those

lovely ladies

in boston.

I made one good sketch.

You're looking at me

over your shoulder.

Every time i see it,

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