McLintock! Page #7

Mama's often so, well, so petulant.

Petulant?

You've learned a lot of words

back East, Becky.

I wish to God they'd have taught you

some meanings.

You were only about six months old...

when your mother stayed alone with you

in a sod hut under eight foot of snow...

while I moved the herd 300 miles south

to try and save it.

Saved about half of it.

You were a little more than a year old

at the time of the great Comanche raids.

We stood off 500 Plains Indians

for nine days.

Petulant, Becky?

I think you'd better go on home.

See that Ching gets those birds.

Becky.

Come here.

There's something I ought to tell you.

Guess now is as good a time as any.

You're going to have every young buck

west of the Missouri around here...

trying to marry you.

Mostly because you're a handsome filly.

But partly because I own everything

in this country from here to there...

and they'll think you're going to inherit it.

Well, you're not.

I'm going to leave most of it to...

Well, to the nation, really. For a park...

where no lumberman will cut down

all the trees for houses with leaky roofs.

Nobody will kill all the beaver

for hats for dudes...

nor murder the buffalo for robes.

What I'm going to give you...

is a 500-cow spread

on the upper Green River.

That may not seem like much...

but it's more than we had,

your mother and I.

Some folks are gonna say

I'm doing all this...

so I can sit up in the hereafter

and look down on a park named after me...

or that I was disappointed in you

and didn't want you to get all that money.

But the real reason, Becky,

is because I love you...

and I want you and some young man

to have what I had.

Because all the gold

in the United States Treasury...

all the harp music in heaven...

can't equal what happens

between a man and a woman...

with all that growing together.

I can't explain it any better than that.

All right, Daddy.

Becky.

When you're as old as I am,

you'll thank me for this.

Daddy, I'm full grown.

I wasn't worrying about me...

I was thinking about you and Mama.

Well, sir, all three of them

fell right out of the carriage.

Well, it is getting rather late, Becky,

it's bedtime.

Mother...

he brought this,

he must have intended to use it.

- Well...

- Sing us a song.

Well, if you really want me to.

Gosh, I haven't played in...

- Do you know Just Right For Me?

- Sure.

It's the rage now.

Dev, what're you doing?

I just thought I'd get another cigar.

You've got one in your mouth,

and two burning in the tray.

And that move.

The fellows want me to play all the time.

You're cuter than a baby steer

And softer than a mouse's ear

I want the whole w/de world to hear

You're just r/ght for me

Not that rhythm, Junior,

do it the way they do it at the Plaza.

- I know the words.

- Sure, Becky. Will you sing with me?

- Of course.

- All right.

I love a man who's w/tty and smart

and clever

It's your move.

Dev, you're playing like an amateur.

Let's call it an evening.

I'd like to know where your mind is tonight.

Pretty good, voice like her father.

Sweeter than honey

f/ner than w/ne

I'm sure they found you

on that honeysuckle v/ne

To d/e I/ke th/s

/s no d/sgrace

Th/s /s the t/me

th/s /s the place for you're

Just r/ght for me

It's so good, I kind of hate to break this up.

But if we're gonna have that Indian hearing

tomorrow morning...

Sir, about our conversation

earlier this evening...

- I believe I'd better apologize.

- Yeah?

Yes, sir, I've been thinking it over,

and when I called you a reactionary...

that's merely my generation's term

for your generation.

- Nothing personal, sir.

- Really?

Well, good night, sir.

- Good night, Mrs. McLintock.

- Good night, and do come again.

- Good night, Drago.

- Night.

What's reactionary mean?

Me, I guess.

He says that anyone who wanted

to sell at a profit was a reactionary.

Was we reactionaries back in them days

when you were selling beef cattle...

for six cents a pound on the hoof?

No use arguing with him. College boy.

Devlin Warren, if you was my kind of man...

you wouldn't let some dude walk off

with the prettiest girl west of Denver...

- without putting up some kind of a fight.

- Does it show?

What can I do?

I'm just one of her father's employees.

I'm just a hired hand around here.

Every so often, Dev...

you spill the strangest ideas.

Everybody works for somebody.

Me, I work for everybody

in these United States...

that steps into a butcher's shop

for a T-bone steak.

And you work for me.

There's not much difference.

Daddy, the most terrible thing

just happened.

Junior's horse ran away,

the one he rented at the livery stable.

You tied up a rented horse by the reins?

He's probably back in the stall by now.

I think we can get Junior something

that he can ride.

What I'd rather do, Daddy,

is drive Junior home in our barouche.

It's a lovely evening, and I'm sure

Uncle Drago wouldn't mind driving.

I would, and I got the kind of manners don't

keep me from saying so, just to be polite.

I'll drive him home, Mr. McLintock.

You don't have to come, Miss Becky.

I'll see that he gets home safely.

- I can take care of myself.

- You got yourself afoot, didn't you?

- Dev, get the carriage. Drago.

- I'm going with them.

Now you got me wrangling dudes.

You make a man feel I/ke a k/ng

You're just r/ght for me

Miss Becky?

Somebody better help me watch the road.

You know, I'm new around here,

and I might take the wrong turnoff.

Devlin Warren, you know there isn't

a turnoff between here and town.

You d/sappear w/thout a trace

To d/e I/ke th/s

/s no d/sgrace

Th/s /s the t/me

Th/s /s the place

Devlin Warren, what are you trying to do?

Kill us?

Would you rather have your friend drive?

Daddy.

I have never been so humiliated

in my entire life.

I said what I said,

and I'll stand by it to the death.

Shoot him, Daddy, shoot him at once.

- Why?

- My honor is at stake.

- Well, now, your honor?

- Absolutely.

- He impugned my honor.

- Impugned? What does that mean?

- Slander. He slandered my honor.

- He did?

I said what I said,

and I'll stand by it to the death.

He admits it, see? Shoot him.

- Well, what is he admitting to?

- Why, he called me a...

I won't even repeat the word.

I didn't necessarily call you anything...

but I said what I said,

and I'll stand by it to the death.

Just for the tally books, what did you say?

I said that any girl

who'd permit a man to kiss her...

before they're formally engaged is a trollop.

He said it again. Shoot him!

- Now, hold on.

- No, don't hold on.

If you're my father, if you love me,

you'll shoot him.

Well, I'm your father and I sure love you...

so...

You shot him. You really shot him.

If he dies...

If he dies, he'll be the first man ever killed

with a blank cartridge.

We use this to start the races on the Fourth.

I'm on fire here.

- You poor dear.

- Poor dear?

- You'd have had me shot in cold blood.

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