McLintock! Page #5

- 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 judgment.

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 whiskey?

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 whiskey. 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 realize 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 mustache 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 licorice 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, honored 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.

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