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No man can!

I'm a fair man. I've been fair all my life,

with everybody!

And you, my own son,

can't tell me that I'm not a fair man!

Look, Jordy...

there's ways of living,

and there's ways of doing things...

that folks abide by when they want

to live right and happily...

in the comfort of their own people.

I always say that Juana is

a mighty fine gal, but...

Don't sit there and prove what I say!

I don't like to hear it!

You're not being fair!

When that ruckus started,

who went after Rink?

Your old man.

- Who took him to account? Your old man.

- And why?

Because of my wife?

- Yes!

- No!

Because your son, Jordan Benedict...

descendant of the long, proud line

of Reata...

got knocked flat on his back

in front of all of Texas. That's why!

Forget it. Don't worry yourself about it.

Mom, you made a mistake when you got

yourself mixed up with us rowdy Texans.

I'm shocked at you! I'm shocked

at all of us! I'm just so ashamed!

I'll never forget the sight of my brother

barging into the grand ballroom...

with all of our friends, disgracing us!

Then my father made it a bigger brawl!

How can I face people again?

If you keep seeing Jett,

you won't have to face me.

Children!

How about that anyway, Mom?

I haven't been asked.

It seems that my family

just can't tolerate his success.

My darling, Luz.

Tonight meant a lot to Jett. Really. I know.

If I only knew how to apologize to him,

I'd go to him now.

But I can't face all those people.

The party is over. They've all gone home.

He passed out like a light

in front of the whole crowd.

Oh, no!

That's what we heard, Luz.

He must have been ill.

Weak with shame or something.

He was plain drunk, if you'll forgive me.

I don't believe you.

The party broke up early,

but not a minute too soon.

Give me Mr. Rink's penthouse, please.

You're not going up there,

even if I have to sit on you!

It's important. Do you know where he is?

Luz, it's not like you

to make a fool of yourself.

I know where he is, honey.

Come along with Uncle Bawley.

All right, Luz. If you must go.

I must.

I've always held a strange power

over your mother.

I'm sorry, Mother.

What do you say, doll face?

About ready to come along with me?

It's time we hit the hay.

I give up.

Can we go to work now?

Leave him alone.

He owns the place, let him enjoy it.

Shut up.

Shut up!

Ladies and gentlemen

and distinguished guests.

I just want to count the blessings...

that this great domain

has bestowed upon her humble son.

My friends...

this is a man.

Old Mother Texas!

What did she give to me?

Not a goddamn thing.

You've got to work and sweat

and steal it from her.

But I got mine right out of the ground.

Poor Jett...

fighting for what's good.

Flunky!

Flunky for Bick Benedict...

her husband.

Poor Jett!

Poor pretty Leslie!

Pretty Leslie...

Pretty Leslie.

Wonderful, beautiful girl bride!

Poor boy.

Rich...

Rich Mrs. Benedict.

She's beautiful.

Lovely.

The woman a man wants.

A woman a man has got to have, too!

Thank you, Uncle Bawley.

Governor...

you know what you can do?

As soon as it lands, I'll sell it.

Good.

This is for me, boy.

The simple life.

No more of this high-flying nonsense.

Juana, how does a hamburger

and a piece of pie sound to you?

Sounds very good.

No more of this highfalutin stuff.

Let's stop at this drive-in

and have us some chicken.

Then we can eat it with our fingers.

Nice place you have here. I've been

intending to stop every time I drove by.

Thank you.

What do you recommend?

How is the fried chicken?

Little Jordy wants ice cream, Grandpa.

Grandpa?

Ice cream it shall be.

Give the little fellow some ice cream.

Ice cream?

I thought that kid would want a tamale.

Give them what they want.

What do you say? Is this all right?

It's good.

After all that fancy food and high living.

This is the life.

Hey, you.

The plane should arrive in Benedict

around 1:
30.

You're in the wrong place.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Your money is no good here.

Come on, let's go.

You, too.

Hold on a minute.

Yes, what do you want?

Look here, Sarge. I'd sure appreciate it

if you were more polite to these people.

You would, eh?

I'm Bick Benedict.

Your neighbor, you might say.

Does that give you special privileges?

The name Benedict's meant something

to people around here for a long time.

That there papoose down there...

is his name Benedict, too?

Yes. Come to think of it, it is.

Forget I asked you.

Go sit down,

and we ain't gonna have no trouble.

But this bunch's gonna eat

somewhere else.

All right, come on. Let's go.

Come on, you, too.

You're out of line, mister.

Is that the best

that old horse thief can do?

He's feeling your mood, darling.

There's a lot of Clair de Lune

in both of you old fire-eaters.

You're both rather gentle creatures.

How awful!

Those kids...

Look at them.

Those kids, in their infinite wisdom,

are smarter than we are.

They know I'm a disgrace.

And they don't hesitate to say so.

Even the calf's got my number.

I don't have to take it from a sheep!

Now, Jordan!

Hello, Vashti. We're all fine.

How'd you make it back?

- They all made it back in one piece.

- Jolly.

Yes, all our guests have finally gone.

Thank goodness!

But more have left than we bargained for.

Luz has gone on to Hollywood with Lola,

whatever the name was.

She decided she would like to see

how she liked Hollywood.

We never had one in the family.

Good Lord, an actress!

All you can do is raise them.

You can't live their lives for them.

Judy and Bob are out looking at a ranch.

A small one.

Jordy and Juana are gonna move

into Vientecito.

And we, we're home minding the babies.

The sun's going down over the yardarm.

When are you going to open up the bar?

Anytime. Go ahead.

Remember, one of these days

that bourbon's gonna kill you.

Okay. It'll be me or it.

One of us has got to go.

I'm going to stay right here.

It's coming onto spring.

Roundup time is no time

to be away from Reata.

Honey, everybody's on the move.

The strays are leaving the herd.

I wouldn't mind it too much if you wanted

to pack up and go back home for a spell.

Home?

Where do you think I've been

this last breathless quarter of a century?

Home.

Look, boy, I belong here!

You really want to know

what's gotten my goat?

My own grandson doesn't even look

like one of us.

He really looks like a little wetback.

Little "muchacho" fires up, don't he?

I'm sorry, Jordan Benedict IV.

There's times when a man

just has to be honest.

You know something, Leslie?

There's no use kidding.

I'm a failure.

Nothing has turned out like I had planned.

I just feel like my saddle's turning

right out from under me.

Do you want to know something?

I think you're great!

Don't ask me why.

Some things are difficult to explain.

You know all that fine riding

you used to do, and all that fancy roping...

and all that glamour stuff

you did to dazzle me?

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