字幕表 動画を再生する 英語字幕をプリント Lord to goodness, not again. - Howdy, Drago. - Morning, Curly. Makes seven times this month he come home swaggled. - Only six. - Seven. Six. Once was his birthday, that don't count. Give me my buggy whip. Didn't have anything for breakfast but two raw eggs and a mug of honey. - No. - Curly. Yes, Boss? Don't say it's a fine morning, or I'll shoot you. Get out of here, Bunyan. - Good morning. - Morning. Carlos, what are you doing up there? I hope I get it this time, Mr McLintock. My brothers, they got the big hats already. All right, let them have at it. Get over. Ain't you gonna let me drive? You promised me you would sometime. No. Boss, you better watch that turn on the road! You're gonna kill both of us one of these days. Thank you, Mr Boss! You got cattle in the back, Boss. Give it up. Keep them going. Fifteen cents a pound, all the way to Kansas City. Now, Boss, there's one old pensioner I wished you'd pass up. - Bunny? - Yeah. Wish I knew where I'd seen his face before. He ain't an old-timer, he's just been around town a couple of years. You have no milk of human kindness. Morning, Mr McLintock. - Morning, Bunny. - Well, I can see you're in good health. Never felt better, contrary to what you may hear. Me, my kidneys ain't what they used to be, - and my liver's being leaving me bilious. - Drago. - Hello, Ben. - Hey, McLintock. - Drago, throw that in the buggy. - Yes, sir. - That's a scrubby bunch of sooners. - They are, at that. That ought to make Douglas happy. Lining his pockets with land fees. What are we gonna do? I don't know what you're gonna do, Ben. Me, I do nothing. Two hundred families, a quarter of beef a week for a family. If they last two years, that can be a sizeable number. I've got 20 head to one of any other brand on the Mesa Verde. I'm not hollering. Some of us haven't got all the money in the world, and some of us ain't old and tired, and feel like being put upon. You interest me, Young Ben. Go on. So the first time I find one of our hides wearing our brand hung on one of them settlers' fences, I aim to kill me a ploughboy. You do what you want, McLintock. We'll do what we want. Fellows my age generally call me G.W. Or McLintock. Youngsters call me Mr McLintock. All right, Mr McLintock. Not because I'm afraid of you. You're the big he-stud of this country, and I reckon a fellow my age should call you mister. He's full grown now, G.W. He's a half owner of this spread. I made him a full partner the day the doc gave me the long face. Well, you want him to vote the first time this territory becomes a state, don't you? Of course I do. If these settlers get burned out, there'll be a lot of hollering that this country's too wild to be a state. We'll go on being a territory some more, with a lot of political appointees running it, according to what they learned in some college, where they think that cows are something you milk and Indians are something in front of a cigar store. I'm looking to you to hold Young Ben down. I'll do what I can. Come on over to the house once in a while, we'll rack up a few hands of stud. G.W., that'd be just fine. It's a nice morning, ain't it, Boss? Everybody's entitled to their own opinion. Like that again? Here's something that'll cheer you up. About 1,000 head, I figure they'll bring about $12.50. They're not as fat as I'd like to ship. - They all off the North Range? - Yes, sir. Settlers. Every one of them with a plough and a Bible, and not the slightest idea what the range is for. Drago! - Drag out that hogleg. - Yes, sir. Get me some attention. People, people! Come on, all of you. Gather round. People, come on. Gather round. I'm McLintock. You people plan to homestead and farm the Mesa Verde. Yes, sir. The government give us each 160 acres. The government never gave anybody anything. Some years back, a lot like you came in. They had a pretty good first year. Good summer, easy winter. But the next year, the last rain was in February, and by June, even the jack rabbits had sense enough to get off the Mesa. Folks, do you know who that is? That's McLintock. George Washington McLintock. I told them that, Douglas. He controls the water rights on 200 square miles of range. You know that lumber you got? It came from his land, cut by his loggers and milled in his mills. Douglas, I come close to killing you a couple of times when we were younger. Saddens me I didn't. Can you imagine a man who owns all that, and mines, too, I forgot to mention them. All that, and he's begrudging poor people a measly 160 acres. That right, Mr McLintock? - You begrudge us a little free land? - There's no such thing as free land. If you make these homesteads go, you'll have earned every acre of it. But you just can't make them go on the Mesa Verde. God made that country for buffalo. Serves pretty well for cattle, but it hates the plough. And even the government should know that you can't farm 6,000 feet above sea level. - Any trouble, Mr McLintock? - No trouble, Jeff. - How about you, Douglas? - Douglas? Just plain Douglas? And you call him Mr McLintock. Why? Well, Douglas, I guess it's because he earned it. - Mr McLintock? - Yeah. I'm a good hand with cattle, Mr McLintock. I'd like a job. Well, you look strong enough. You come in with those sooners? Yes, sir, but we don't have a homestead, and... Can't use you. Tough life, ain't it, sonny? Hell, ain't much future in being a farmer around these parts. Ladies, this is the finest Chantilly lace available anywhere. - Chantilly, Mr Birnbaum. - Well, believe me, it's the best. Excuse me, please. Look around, take your time. Drago, I got 1,000 Havana cigars and 12 of those hats for you over there. Them twelve big hats ain't gonna last long the way some folks have been dipping into that redeye these days. Good morning, G.W. Good morning. I stole some stick candy. Please help yourself. Come on in. Davey, you can forget about saddling up the horse. Come in here! - Problem? - Yes. Well, if I were blacks, I'd move the queen's bishop to king four. Yeah, you might be right. You know, I was just starting to work this out when the letter came. Letter? - It was... - What happened? Don't you... - Morning, Mr McLintock. - Morning, Davey. You being here saved me a trip. That hat and suit of clothes you picked out on my birthday, well, instead of this cowboy hat I'd like to have this one, if it's all right with you, sir. That's all right with me, Davey. Of course, that looks like the kind of a hat a fellow would wear down Main street - to start a fight. - I don't need a city hat for that. All I got to do is walk down the street and some wiseacre will call me an Indian, and just like that, the fight's on. Davey, the letter. It's for you, and you are an Indian. Yes, I know I'm an Indian. But I'm also the fastest runner in town. I've got a college education, and I'm the railroad telegrapher. But does anybody say, "Hello, college man," or, "Hello, runner," or, "Hello, telegrapher"? No, not even, "Hello, knothead." Davey. It's always, "Let the Indian do it." Will you go out in the store and help the ladies? All right. I'm also bookkeeper, part-time clerk. Always, "Let the Indian do it." A lady brought that out here this morning, asked for it to be taken out to the home ranch for you. Handsome lady. Kind of tall, with red hair. Called me Mr Birnbaum, just as if she'd never seen me before, and as if that veil that covered her face would keep me from recognizing her. I thought she was in New York or Europe, or someplace. So did I. Jake, you better throw in a couple extra cases of the boss's favourite bourbon. That stuff sure gets used up fast out at our place. Which reminds me, you better start tapering off. - Katherine's in town. - Katy? Ladies. Morning. - Morning, Mr McLintock. - Morning, Mr McLintock. - Good morning. - Morning, Mac. - Hi, Mac darling. - Fauntleroy. Good morning, G.W. What are you doing in here? Why aren't you out at the desk? Just helping out the bartender. Yeah, I see a busy day. Give me the key to Room 17. What? 17, and don't advertise it. Here they come, Mr McLintock. Set them up. - Beer. - Whisky. Day off? Off day. Wonder what he's so preoccupied about? - Haven't you heard? - No. What? - Katy's back in town. - Katy? Yes, dear. The social arbiter. - Hi, sonny. - Good morning. He sure is a polite one. Mr McLintock, I don't wanna bother you... I'm sorry, boy. I told you, no job. Katherine. George Washington McLintock. I thought you'd want this. First dig of the spur. But who am I to upset your plans? - Don't you feel kind of silly? - I never feel silly. It's because you have no sense of humour. Why couldn't we sit down in the hotel dining room and talk about whatever it is you want to talk about? Or why couldn't you just come over to the house? And have everybody know that we're meeting? Everybody knows, and what's the difference? We're married. That is something I should like to change. You know the answer, Katy. That isn't why you sent for me. Let's get to the rat-killing. That's just the kind of remark that's always endeared you to me. - Let us open the discussion. - Very well. Our daughter is coming home in a few days. Rather, she's coming here. It was a slip of the tongue that made me refer to this ugly hamlet as home. Our daughter. Is it so hard to say her name? It's Becky. Rebecca! I hate that name. Anyway, she's coming home, and I hoped to persuade you to let her live with me, part of the time in the capital, part of the time in New York, and of course, Newport during the season. You're whistling in the wind, Katy. If she stays here, she'll become just as crude and as vulgar as all of this country. And if she goes your way, she'll be all show and no stay. No go, Kate. I hate you. Oh, how I hate you. Half the people in the world are women. Why does it have to be you that stirs me? - You animal. - That's the story. I saw your picture in the paper at the Governor's ball. You were dancing with the Governor. At least he's a gentleman. I doubt that. You have to be a man first before you're a gentleman. He misses on both counts. - Hey, Sonny. You gonna ask him again? - Nope. Boy, you gotta pocket your pride, you gotta beg. You better listen to an expert, sonny. I'm telling you, you got to grovel. Human nature, gets him every time. Mister, leave me alone. Everybody does it, one way or another. About that job, Mr McLintock. I already told you, son. I've got no need for farmers, - or use for them. - Just one minute, Mr McLintock. My father died last month. That's how come we lost our homestead. I've got a mother and a little sister to feed. I need that job badly. - What's your name? - Devlin Warren.