McLintock! Page #6

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 honor

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 whiskey.

- What?

- This turn a 10-gallon party, Boss.

- We're run out of whiskey.

- 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...

- Wuit 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.

Pretty fancy fighting for a country boy.

Two years at Purdue, Mr. McLintock,

on the boxing team.

I never thought any farmer could whip me.

But you sure did.

Better get him cleaned up,

get him some water, Jake.

Get yourself cleaned up,

go ask that girl for a dance.

Who?

Oh!

Where is he? I'll fight him,

that young whippersnapper.

- Trouble.

- Where is that farmer boy? Where is he?

Where is he, G. W?

So you're the young farmer boy

that whipped my nephew.

I'm Fauntleroy Sage, Young Ben's uncle.

Well, I'm no farmer, but if you're

Young Ben's uncle, yes, I whipped him.

And you're intruding.

- What's intruding mean?

- Butting in.

So he's insulting me.

Well, then I got another reason

for walloping him...

besides on account of him thrashing

my nephew, Young Ben.

Fauntleroy, you can't get mixed up

in these youngsters' quarrel.

Family honor.

I can't have it said a farmer

whipped a Sage.

- You're twice his size.

- Don't let that bother you, Mr. McLintock.

If Mr. Fauntleroy insists,

I'll just have to teach him the same lesson.

Say!

Sorry, young fellow.

Hate to have to do that, young fellow.

No hard feelings.

Not yet.

- Not yet what?

- I mean, that isn't all.

Now, wait a minute.

Fauntleroy, we're gonna make this

a fair fight.

- Of course we are, G.W.

- There'll be none of this.

I wouldn't do that, G.W.

- You wouldn't do...

- I wouldn't do that.

And Dev, I don't want you kicking Fauntleroy

in the knees.

He didn't do no such thing.

And none of this nose twisting.

He's all yours.

Where are my glasses?

You all right, young fellow?

I'm all right if this Indian agent

will stop stepping all over me.

G. W., you're just funning me.

But I want you to know

that boy fought me a fair fight.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, Fauntleroy.

Where's my uncle?

Fauntleroy, what have you been doing?

- I hope my uncle didn't bother anybody.

- No bother.

I think we'd better join the ladies

before they get curious. Drago.

Fauntleroy, let's line them all up

for a do-si-do.

Jake.

You think tincture of arnica would help?

Could be. Used to help you.

Gentlemen, to the medicine cabinet.

- Good morning, Drago.

- Morning, baby.

Have you seen Daddy?

Took off early this morning

with a scattergun under his arm.

Went hunting.

- Morning, Daddy.

- Good afternoon.

What got you out so early?

There's something I have to get straight

in my mind.

Yeah?

What?

Mama.

Why did you and Mama

stop living together, Daddy?

Why did you separate?

- Aren't you gonna answer me?

- No.

- It's sort of my business, I think.

- I don't.

Is it another woman? It usually is.

At your age, you always know what's usual.

Is it Mrs. Warren?

Becky, I don't wanna start laying the law

down on your first day back home...

but I'll have no more such talk.

The first time I ever saw Mrs. Warren

was last week.

She has a job here

at which she's very good.

And I hope you'll have the good manners

to not pry into other people's business...

your mother's and mine.

Pretty good shot, Daddy.

I can understand your trouble.

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