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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.
You've got a job, son.
See my home ranch foreman, he's over at the corral.
Step down off of that carriage, mister.
Hold that hogleg!
I've been punched many a time in my life, but never for hiring anybody.
I don't know what to say.
I never begged before. Turned my stomach.
I suppose I should have been grateful you gave me the job.
Gave? Boy, you got it all wrong.
I don't give jobs. I hire men.
You intend to give this man a full day's work, don't you, boy?
You mean you're still hiring me, Mr McLintock?
Well, yes, sir. I mean, I'll certainly deliver a fair day's work.
For that I'll pay you a fair day's wage.
You won't give me anything, and I won't give you anything.
We both hold up our heads. Where do you live?
The settlers' encampment, down by the mine.
- That's your plug? - Yes, sir.
Well, hop on him, and we'll go get your gear.
- Morning, Mr McLintock. - Morning, Mr Pourboire.
I'm sure that all you fine people are interested in knowing
just what portion of this new land will be your new home.
Jones and McAIlister, since you've been more or less the leaders of our group,
I'd like to have you come up and check the exact location.
Won't be a minute, sir.
Go after that boy and give him $30.
Tell him McLintock pays his riders a month in advance.
From the looks of things, they can sure use it, too.
Mom, it's Mr Drago.
Morning.
Well, and to what do we owe this visit from the cattle baron?
I've got a touch of hangover, bureaucrat. Don't push me.
McLin.
Say, those are Indians.
Are there Indians in this homestead land?
Friendly Indians, my boy.
- McLin. - Running Buffalo.
McLin, long time we no get drunk together.
And it's gonna be a lot longer time
'cause it's against the law, and you're with the Sheriff.
And have I got my hands full.
They came into town to meet the train. The old Indian chiefs are coming home.
I heard they'd been pardoned.
They don't know when it's arriving. This week, next week, or next month.
So in the meantime, I've got to do something with them.
Could I cut out a couple of head of your steers to feed them?
Otherwise, some of these settlers' milk cows are going to disappear.
- That's right, McLin. - Cut out whatever you need.
Sheriff, are you gonna camp these savages with all these settlers?
You're asking for trouble.
Mr Douglas, I already have plenty of trouble.
Please stay off of my back.
Running Buffalo, bring your people over to the clay slide.
Hello, Mr McLin.
Tiny Mouth, it's nice to see you.
You wouldn't believe it now,
but 20 years ago, she was a mighty handsome maid.
Twenty years ago, you thought so, too, Mr Douglas.
It was just like this. I had a dead bead on old Running Buffalo
and my Sharp.50 calibre misfired.
That was back in that trouble in the '40s, remember?
I remember.
You want to taste something that come directly from heaven?
No.
- Where'd you get this? - That boy's mama baked them.
You thinking the same thing I am?
She's a widow woman, Boss, and she's got a long, hard row to hoe.
Hire her.
I always said you had a heap of sense.
Mr McLintock, this is my mother.
- Your mother? - And my sister.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr McLintock. - Ma'am, this here's my boss,
and he has a few a choice words to say about your biscuits.
Yes, Mr McLintock?
They're great.
You old Cantonese reprobate, how about it?
You fire me, I kill myself.
I'm not talking about firing you, I'm retiring you.
You've been rustling food for us for 30 years.
We're gonna put you out to pasture,
all you'll have to do is give advice, be one of the family.
- I kill myself. - I may save you the trouble.
Look, Ching.
If you kill yourself, I'll cut off your pigtail, and you ain't never gonna get to heaven.
- I'll be one of the family? - I give you my solemn word.
Pretty crummy family.
Drink too much, get in fights, yell all the time.
Cut off his pigtail.
All right, I'll be one of the family.
I hope everything is satisfactory.
This is such a big house. It'll take me a while to get used to things.
Now, please don't hesitate to tell me if anything is wrong.
No bird's-nest soup.
Otherwise, just fine. Everything all nicely.
Food's heaven, ma'am.
Best apple pie I ever ate.
Curly's right, ma'am. Hated to leave that last bite.
Shall we celebrate with a drink?
Carlos, come and help me with the dishes.
Alice, do you want to help, too?
- Yes, Drago. - All right, pitch in.
I'll wash, and you kids can dry. Is that good? Here.
Don't seem possible one woman could use all of them clothes.
You keep a civil tongue in your unprepossessing face.
- Yes, ma'am. - And unload my baggage, please.
Yes, ma'am.
By the way, what does that word, "unprepossessing," mean?
- Mrs McLintock. - Hello, Carlos.
Run and help the driver with my luggage.
I couldn't trust anyone else in this house to do anything correctly.
- Luggage? Give him a hand, Curly. - Yes, Boss.
- Mr McLintock. - Are you moving back in?
Yes, but nothing has changed except my place of residence.
And I'd be willing to put up with savages
rather than be denied the company of my daughter.
And I'm proving that by moving in here.
Mr McLintock, since it's my first day, would you excuse me if I...
Go ahead. Katherine, this is Dev Warren.
Joined the outfit today.
- Pleased, ma'am. - Thank you.
Well, how refreshing. A polite young man here.
- Where did he come from? - He's a farmer.
- A farmer? - Well, I'll be doggone.
Kate, welcome home.
What on earth are you doing in that idiotic-looking outfit?
- And don't you dare call me Kate. - That here my butlering suit.
I'm butlering for the boss. And I'm sorry, Katherine.
That "Kate" kind of slipped out from the times I remembered you
as being nice people.
Are you going to stand there with that stupid look on your face
while the hired help insults your wife?
He's just ignorant.
He doesn't know any better than to tell the truth.
And I can't help this stupid look.
I started acquiring it as you gained in social prominence.
Mrs McLintock, where do you want I should...
- What? - Put them in the master bedroom.
Yes. But move Mr McLintock's things into another room.
The one back of the stairs would be best,
so that he can't wake up the entire household
- when he comes home every night... - Here's the...
...just before daybreak. - Yes, ma'am.
Excuse me.
- Here's your cigars, Mr McLintock. - I am Mrs McLintock.
Kate, I mean, Katherine,
this is the cook, this is the lady does the cooking for us.
Mrs Warren, Mrs McLintock.
How do you do?
Very pleased to meet you, Mrs McLintock.
- Very pleased. - Likewise.
You see, I just came to work here today, and I guess I jumped to the conclusion
that this was a bachelor's household.
It is, and then again, it isn't.
I will explain so everything will be quite clear, Mrs Wallace.
Mrs Warren.
Mrs Warren.
It has been a bachelor's household for quite some time.
And it will be again, just as soon as I'm out of here.
Which will be as quickly as I can make arrangements
to take my daughter back East with me.
You see, she's coming home from school in a few days,
and then we'll be off together, and you can return to conducting yourself
as you consider proper in a bachelor's household.
- Katy. - Shut up.
Until then, I am mistress in this house.
And I will give the orders.
- I'll want my breakfast served in bed. - Gonna let her...
- Ain't you gonna say nothing, Boss? - No.
One poached egg, tea, toast.
G.W., as soon as my things are put away,
I'll want to talk to you about Rebecca.
Yes, Mrs McLintock. Indeed, Mrs McLintock.
Of course, Mrs McLintock.
The toast, lightly browned and unbuttered.
Of course, ma'am.
Wait a minute, now, Boss. Where do you think you're going?
I just remembered, I got a date.
But she said she wanted to have a talk with you.
I heard.
- Good evening, Lem. - Good evening, Mr Mac.
Say, Mr Mac, what does unprepossessing mean?
I was called that once, Lem. Looked it up in the dictionary.
- It's best you don't know what it means. - Thank you.
What am I gonna tell her when she asks where you went?
When in doubt, tell the truth.
She wouldn't expect that from you anyway.
- Where's Mr McLintock going? - There he goes, burning his last bridge.
You see a yellow streak about a foot wide
running up and down his backbone?
On Mr McLintock?
- He ain't afraid of nothing. - I once thought that.
- Drago? - Yes, ma'am.
- Was that... - He took off, lit out.
- I told him I wanted to talk to him. - Yes, ma'am.
I was standing right over here when you said it,
and I was standing right out there on those front steps
when he walked up the horse, grabbed a hunk of mane,
- stepped up on him and sunk spur. - Where did he go?
Last time I saw him, he was going east, but you know him,
he is liable to go north, south, or west.
Get me a carriage.
- Yes, ma'am, but... - But what?
Maybe you shouldn't follow him into, maybe, where he's going into.
What does that mean?
I don't know, but I wish I hadn't said it.
- Just get the carriage. - Yes, ma'am.
- What happened? - Get the barouche.
- The barouche? - Hitch it up, she wants to go to town.
But Mr McLintock never said anything to me about it.
Look, young fellow. I'm the...
I'm the ramrod around this place. You better start giving me a "yes, sir",
or you going to get the roof of this house pulled down on your head.
Yes, sir.
- Hello, Davey! - Hi, Mr McLintock.
- New broom, eh? - Sweeps clean.
- Hello, Bunny, how is everything? - Fine, Mr McLintock.
I'll get you next time.
Two more, Elmer.
Well, look who's here.
What'll it be, Mac? Same as usual?
Ladies.
- Evening, G.W. - Jake.
- Wrong move. - What?
Chess problem. Queen's in danger.
I suppose you can do that.
Camille, you're on your own.
Mrs McLintock.
I'm Camille, Camille Reedbottom.
I'm learning the game of chess.
Thought it would give me something to pass the time.
See, I have nothing to do all day long.
I just remembered something.
Katherine, I didn't hear you come in.
Mr McLintock, I told you that I wanted to talk to you.
Not now.
Could I get you a glass of sherry, Katherine?
Thank you, Mr Birnbaum, I could use one.
I came into town behind a runaway team.
Drago never could handle horses.
It was that young man whose mother pretends to be your cook.
- Katherine, your wine. - Thank you, Mr Birnbaum.
Now, Mr McLintock, we have an awful lot to talk over.
First thing I learned about Indian fighting was to wait for daylight.
What does our conversation got to do with Indian fighting?
Indian fighting is good experience for our kind of conversations.
It'll wait, Katherine.
Evening, Sheriff, Mr McLintock. We had quite a ride out here.
- I finally got that team settled down. - It's your move.
- No, it's your move. I just cancelled. - Now, look here.
You're not going to sit here all night long and play chess
when the matter of our daughter remains unsettled.
I am going to remain here and play chess,
and the matter of our daughter is settled.
- She stays. - Such stubbornness.
Katherine, your hair.
It is a mess after that awful ride.
No, it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time,
and it seems to me, the last time I saw you,
your hair was a little darker, no?
It's a funny thing, the tricks a man's memory will play.
Mr Birnbaum, I think that you've completely lost your mind.
- You have done something to your hair. - I have not!
If I had it'd be none of your business.
Certainly not going to put myself in the place of those Blondine trollops
that you seem to prefer.
- Take it. - Oh.
- Fill it. - Oh.
Good morning.
- You fellows still at it? All night? - A McLintock never quits.
But a Birnbaum has to. Besides, the game is over. You got me.
No, Mr Birnbaum, you still got a good game.
You play chess?
Please, take over.
- Pretty good? - Fair.
It looks like I won't have to come into town always to get a game.
Remember, I'm a bad loser.
- It's your move. - Yes, sir.
Good morning.
Good morning.
It's morning already.
Cup of coffee?
Yes, thanks, Jake.
You're welcome, Katherine.
- Got any cream? - Canned cows' milk.
That'll do.
Good old condensed milk.
That reminds me,
I was cleaning out my desk the other day
and I found something I wanted to return to you.
Here it is.
It's a medal, remember?
From the President of the United States of America
to First Sergeant Michael Patrick Gilhooly,
for bravery above and beyond the call of duty.
It's your papa.
Reminds me of the first time I ever saw you.
It was over 17 years ago.
You walked into my store,
not much bigger than the bundle you were carrying.
And in the bundle was the most beautiful baby I ever saw.
And was she hungry.
You walked all the way from Superstition Creek
just to trade me that medal for a case of canned milk.
G.W. Was off somewhere, as usual,
fighting Indians.
Sheriff, Sheriff Lord!
Have you seen the Sheriff?
Kind of early for him. Did you try his house?
- Why didn't I think of that? - Looks like Birnbaum's is open.
Maybe somebody in here will know.
So there you are, Sheriff.
I told you, you were headed for trouble.
Trouble?
I wanna know by whose authority you let those Indians stay in town.
Those savages are wards of the government,
and I am the representative...
I told Sheriff Lord that he could put them up down by the clay slide.
Because the town's named after him, he thinks he owns it.
You check the books in the recorder's office
and you'll find I do own a fair piece of it.
Agard, if you knew anything about Indians,
you'd know that they're doing their level best
to put up with our so-called "benevolent patronage",
in spite of the nincompoops that have been put in charge of it.
Those Indians need my permission to leave the reservation.
Those Chiefs been giving orders all their lives.
It's pretty hard for them to understand
The law is very clear.
I told you you'd get no satisfaction from these people.
- We'll get the girl back. - Girl?
The girl the Indians kidnapped, but don't worry.
I armed the settlers and set them to rounding up those red devils.
What is this about a girl?
Millie Jones. One of the settler's daughters.
- The Indians kidnapped her. - That's ridiculous.
And you turned loose a lot of farmers with shotguns?
- I certainly did. - You're insane. Let's go, Sheriff.
- Mr Douglas. - Mrs McLintock.
Much as I hate to agree with G.W. About anything,
you haven't changed a bit. You're still an hysterical fool.
- Coming to town, I got worried. - What about?
- I thought maybe Katy shot you. - Not yet, Drago, but it took restraint.
Wait a minute, we better take Agard along,
- not that he'll be much help. - Drago, help him on the horse.
Just a minute.
- I'll drive. - Yes, ma'am.
- Agard, what are you doing? - Scratch him, Agard!
Agard, this is serious. Stay with him, Agard.
Stay with him!
Agard, will you stop showing off and get in this buggy?
Mercy.
Mercy.
That horse is a little green.
Let's go.
Just where do you think you're going?
Don't use that range-boss tone of voice with me.
Potter!
Headed for Mr Pourboire's mine.
Mount up some riders.
Right, Boss. You heard the man.
I don't like it, Mr McLintock. I don't like it one bit.
- What don't you like? - They're planning to hang an Indian.
Sheriff, real funny. Where's the whisky?
Hold it.
No so fast, Mr Boss-of-the-Whole-Country,
unless you want to wear a big hole in your middle.
How long is G.W. Going to let that Chee-Chalker push him around?
That Chee-Chalker has a sawed-off shotgun.
How do you know she didn't wander off someplace,
- or meet some fellow or something? - What are you saying?
That I didn't raise my girl right?
That she'd wander off all night with some man?
There's a lot of things I'm not saying to you, mister,
while you've got a sawed-off shotgun in my middle.
But how do you know this Indian had anything to do with it?
She's gone, ain't she? She's gone.
Pa, I'm over here.
Pa!
- Been looking for me, Pa? - Where you been, girl?
Young Ben took me for a sunrise ride, and the horse wandered away.
- You come down off of there. - But, Pa.
She's telling the truth, Mr McLintock. We weren't doing nothing.
That's not important right now.
The important thing is that you don't draw that hogleg,
or this'll be worse than Dodge City on Saturday night.
You get on back to the wagon, I'll attend to you later.
- Now for this young whippersnapper. - Now, no harm has been done,
and Young Ben here is one of the nicest boys in the territory,
- so just put down that shotgun. - I'll teach him to fool with my...
Now, we'll all calm down.
- Boss, he's just a little excited. - I know.
I'm gonna use good judgement. I haven't lost my temper in 40 years.
But, pilgrim, you caused a lot of trouble this morning.
Might have got somebody killed,
and somebody ought to belt you in the mouth, but I won't.
The hell I won't.
McLintock riders!
McLin.
Buster, remember me?
Hello, sir. Nice party.
- Do you think you ought to? - I ought to what?
Why, you fink!
Wait, I want a word with you.
Just a minute. What are you gonna do... My glasses.
Now, stop this or you'll be sorry.
Oh, for heaven's sake!
- Stay out of this, Jake. - It's everybody's war!
Where's the whisky?
Good fight.
Oh, sorry, McLintock.
- McLin. - Thanks.
- Very funny. - Yeah, very funny.
Gosh, Mr Douglas, I'm sorry!
Bon voyage, Drago!
Are you still down here?
Sage, horse wandered away, huh?
Honest, Mr Jones, honest.
Get out of my way.
- Nice left. - Thanks.
- But I went to college. - For this you don't need college.
You're not getting me down there.
You did this on purpose.
Why, McLintock, you big...
- Good morning to you, Mrs McLintock. - Bunny, you big...
No!
G.W., because of you this great, big, clumsy...
Well, it's pretty hard to control yourself.
People!
McLin!
Good party, but no whisky. We go home.
- You and your friends! - Well, we at least saved your hat.
Where is everybody?
For heaven's sakes.
Drago, will you never learn how to handle a team?
Yes, ma'am, I'll sure try. I'll tell you that, now.
- Crummy family. - You wanna lose your pigtail?
I lose face.
- Lousy relatives. - You're gonna lose more than that.
- Kate. - Yes?
We could be a big help to one another.
Like what, may I ask?
Well, we could wash the mud off of each other.
We used to have quite good times doing that sort of thing.
There are a lot of things we used to do. Good night, Mr McLintock.
- Any luck? - What are you talking about?
- I mean, divorce. She still want it? - Yeah.
You know something? Women are funny.
She fought like a wildcat on your side out there this afternoon.
Come home, she slams the door in your face.
That divorce business,
is that what you get when you pay a woman not to live with you?
That's about it.
With some women I've knowed, it'd be worth it.
You know, if we had any moral character,
we wouldn't be standing here covered with mud, drinking,
- when we should be washing. - G.W.
Drago.
Mrs Warren, these biscuits...
Thank you, Drago.
- Morning, Mrs Warren. - Good morning, Mr McLintock.
Breakfast for the boss?
If that's the way you want it, Mr McLintock.
One poached egg, tea, toast, lightly browned, and...
Why, Mrs McLintock, you have a black eye.
I do?
- And Becky's coming home today. - And that's not all.
There's a little something we'd better get settled.
There are no men listening now, so we can be ourselves.
Sure, I let you get away with all that guff the other night,
but now that we're alone...
When I want the opinion of the hired help, I'll ask for it.
You know, you could wind up with two black eyes.
- What? - I realise you had to put on that big act.
We always have to just before we get ready to forgive them,
generally for something they haven't done.
But you and I both know that's just to keep them from getting the idea
they run things.
- McLintock give you that black eye? - No.
Nobody gave it to me. I won it.
- Morning, Davey. - Morning, Mrs Beech, Mr Beech.
- Why, Miss Becky, welcome home. - Hello, Mr Douglas.
Hi, Betty, how are you? Good to see you again.
Daddy!
Daddy!
It's been two long years.
I guess I'm going to have to stop calling you Tomboy.
- Becky. - Mama.
- Mama, I wasn't sure you'd be here. - I've been here a few days.
Becky, I bought you three of the most beautiful dresses...
Uncle Drago.
Did you bring your old uncle a coming-home present?
- Sure did. - What is it?
A moustache cup. And what did you get me?
The prettiest Palomino pony that ever packed a saddle.
Broke to stand ground-tied in the county.
Uncle Jake!
What are you doing with Mr Douglas's tuba?
Mr Douglas has a fat...
Had a little accident.
I've brought you a whole shipment of liquorice sticks.
But now that I've seen how much you've grown,
I think we better exchange them for a couple of bolts of dress goods.
- Thank you. - The Mayor was gonna be here,
but he had to go up to the territorial capital on a horse-theft matter,
but I'm gonna give his speech.
And don't worry about the Mayor.
I'm sure that he can find a bill of sale for the horse.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are here to welcome the fairest..."
What am I doing?
We are here to welcome back
the prettiest girl that was ever born in McLintock,
or in any part of the territory.
- Davey. - Yeah?
Got something for you.
Yardmaster up at Junction
told me to let 'em ride, so I locked 'em in here.
I've had my scalp a long time
and I aim to keep it.
And now she's come back to us. Gone are the pigtails,
but the freckles are still on the prettiest face that was ever born in McLintock.
That's Puma.
Then it's true, the government did turn them loose.
Good old Puma.
I'll never forget when he brought G.W. Home.
Your father had a hole in his chest, and a 104 fever.
Of course, they weren't very mannerly about it.
He came past the house at a high lope, and threw him on the doorstep.
Then you do remember them good old days, don't you, Katy?
Katherine.
- Yatahe, my friends. - Yatahe,
Puma, honoured enemy.
Does Big McLintock forget? Also blood brother.
No, I'll never forget that.
Old wound. Does it hurt still?
I feel it when it comes on to rain.
An inch higher and I wouldn't have had to worry.
Big McLintock, that was remembered fight.
We return with news. Our people have more trouble.
You see, I learned good English now, Big McLintock.
Learned in white man's jail.
But we would have you talk our cause at Government hearing.
I understand that Governor Humphrey is gonna preside at that meeting.
Yes, Puma, I'll translate your wishes.
Mr McLintock,
could I impose on you to use your Comanche to tell these people...
Puma is chief of the Comanches and he speaks English very well.
Your people will have to follow my instructions to the letter. It is the law...
We go.
Well, now, just a minute.
For heaven's sakes.
You wait here, honey, I'll get the buggy.
- You going to the McLintock party? - Sure.
Will I see you there, Beth?
Of course, Davey, and you can have the first dance.
Sis.
I don't want any sister of mine talking to strangers.
Davey's not a stranger, he clerks in Birnbaum's.
He's an Indian.
Darn you, Drago.
Now look what you've done.
Baby, this is Devlin Warren, he works for your papa.
Dev, this is Miss Becky McLintock.
Those are my things.
Yes ma'am.
I'd have known you anywhere, Miss Becky.
What do you mean?
I mean, you look so much like your mother, even prettier.
Mr Warren, Mother's much prettier than I am.
Many a fight started with words like that. Come on, get in the buggy.
Hello, Ching.
- We've got cherry pie for dinner? - I'm not cooking.
No, he's not.
- Junior. - Yes, Miss Becky?
- You remember Junior Douglas, Mama? - Of course. How's college?
- Valedictorian, '95. - Congratulations.
Mr and Mrs Douglas, we will see you at the party, of course.
Delighted.
Well, it'll be pretty hard to keep young men away.
- Drago? - Yes, Boss. Baggage all loaded.
G.W. You remember young Junior?
Yes. Like father, like son.
Mr McLintock, I hope you don't think I'm being presumptuous
in asking for the honour of calling on Miss Rebecca.
- Well, there she is, ask her yourself. - Thank you, sir.
Ching, now I'm gonna get fired. Giddy up out of here.
Thank you sir, thank you.
- Have you no manners? - See you at the party, Junior.
- Yeah. - Yeah, what?
Like father, like son.
What did he mean, Matthew?
Come on, Ching, grab a root and growl.
Well, you're doing a good job, Miss McLintock.
Thank you, Mrs Warren.
Dev, when you're finished there, go over and help Drago with the beer kegs.
Yes, Mom.
Dev, could you come and help me a minute?
I certainly was surprised to hear you went to college.
- Why? - I don't know.
Junior says Purdue is a good college for a backwater place like Indiana.
Well, he did indeed?
Could you do this? I can't reach it.
- Why didn't you finish college? - Lack of funds.
My father got sick, and he had to come out West.
So he took out a homestead.
You know, your mom's sure cute. It's too bad you didn't inherit her eyes.
You'd have been lucky if you'd inherited a few things from your father.
Really? For instance?
- His common sense, for instance. - Common sense?
Yeah, you don't see him being fooled by some dude like Junior Douglas.
Junior's not a dude. He's nifty.
This needs a woman's touch.
- And besides, he got a letter at college. - What sport?
- Glee club. - Very strenuous.
Don't you dare hug me!
I have no intention of hugging you.
The ladies all look lovely, Katherine.
You know, this is a real fine party.
Thank you, Ben. Of course, we had to invite everybody.
Just everybody.
Sorry, G.W., this one's mine.
Thank you, Mrs Warren. I guess I'll have to be a good host in my own home.
- The next one's yours, Mr McLintock. - Thank you.
- Drago, go and do what I told you to do. - Katy.
Katherine. And do as you're told.
"Drago, do this. Drago, do that."
People, people!
- This Douglas fellow... - Drago!
Yes, ma'am.
Matt Douglas, Jr
is going to bring you folks some of the latest terpsichorean dance steps,
brand new, brought by him directly from New York City.
All right, Mr Fiddler.
Give me a whisky.
- What? - This turn a 10-gallon party, Boss.
- We're run out of whisky. - I can take care of that, Ching.
Indian!
Now, you still got any ideas about asking my sister to dance,
get up and we can do this all over again.
Yes.
- That's enough, you've fought it... - Quit butting in, Birnbaum.
- He's a hired man, not your son. - Look, you fought him fair and square.
I don't think it was so fair and square.
What, you want to take up where he left off?
If I did, you wouldn't find it so easy.
Now, we've had enough of this.
When are you gonna quit walking away?
Just as soon as we're out of sight of the party.
A lesson I learned back home. Don't fight in front of women.
- Well, we're out of sight now. - So we are.
Such vulgarity. Someone should do something about it.
You're right.
Absolutely right.
You all right, Young Ben?
I'm all right, Mr McLintock.