McLintock! Page #2

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 though 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 favorite 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.

- Whiskey.

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 humor.

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 caliber misfired.

That was back in that trouble

in the '40s, remember?

I remember.

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