Once, magnate Major Singleton ran the Royles out of the Kingsmont tobacco country for daring to make lowly cigarettes. Now in 1894, Brant Royle, last of his name, is back. Forceful and macho, Brant intends to re-establish his family no matter what it takes. Two lovely women have waited for him: bordello keeper Sonia, with love; Singleton's daughter Margaret, with hatred and desire. As automation rears its head, the struggle attains an epic quality. Will Royle Cigarettes flood the market? Will Brant pick the wrong woman?
Rod Crawford <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Did You Know?
When Brant is lying at the bottom of the stairs as the fire begins in Singleton house, the servant runs to him. In a brief shot, we see Brant raising his arm as if he is coming to and beginning to get up, but in the next shot, as the servant reaches him, he is still lying flat as if still knocked out. See more
I'm afraid I don't believe in cigarettes, much less a machine for makin' them. It turns my stomach, sir, every time I have occasion to witness someone pokin' one of those vile concoctions into their face. I deal in cigars, sir. Nothing less.
Referenced in Bright Leaves
You Tell Me Your Dream, I'll Tell You Mine
Music by Neil Moret
(as Chas. N. Daniels)
Lyrics by Seymour Rice
and Albert H. Brown
Sung by the girls at the birthday party See more