Monte Walsh
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1970
- 106 min
- 547 Views
Monte.
How nice.
- Another five dollars.
- Yeah.
Did you ever know
Big Joe Abernathy?
No.
Well, he used to wrestle with wolves.
Well, I never seen him do it,
but I heard tell, and I knew Joe.
What are you waiting for?
I wonder
Jesus.
Hey, hey!
Monte, Chet.
- Howdy, Mr. Brennan.
- Howdy, boy.
Hey, what's going on?
Winter's wiped out all the ranches.
It was a rotten winter,
I'll grant you that.
- Yep.
Oh, uh, Old Man Hendricks
did leave you boys some pay though.
That's good news.
There you are.
This is one month's pay?
We were up there all winter.
Plus $10 for the two wolves.
Well, he could have left us nothing.
Come on, Chet.
- Can I buy you a drink, Mr. Brennan?
- Not now.
I'll buy you boys a drink later.
- I'd like to talk to you.
- We're just gonna...
What are all these boys
doing in town?
They're looking for work.
Uh...
Let's talk on the way
to the stables, huh?
Something happened
to the Slash Y?
It's gone.
A big company called
and all the others out.
Hey, who are they?
Oh, mostly accountants,
as far as I can make out.
Accountants?
Yeah, with big eastern money.
They asked me to stay on
and run it for them.
Range manager, they call it.
They wanna keep one spread running
while they decide what to do
with the rest of their holdings.
- Are you gonna do it?
- Yeah, I reckon so.
They...
They're putting up all the capital,
that's what they call it.
You know,
they never mentioned money once.
Why should they?
- Cowhands are a dime a dozen.
- A nickel.
Yeah, I know that,
but I'm trying to build up something.
Something kind of special like.
And I guess
I'll be in the position to offer you
what you might call a regular job.
How that sound to you?
- Great.
- Awful.
If you've been doing any traveling,
you know work's kind of hard
to come by, Monte.
That's the way it should be.
about taking my offer.
Ain't much work anywhere.
Well, it don't take any real hard
thinking on my part, Mr. Brennan.
You can count me in.
How about you, Monte?
Well, I ain't doing nothing
I can't do from a horse.
Mr. Brennan.
See you boys at Slash Y.
What the hell are you being
so damn choosy about?
You wanna ride
your tail off up in Wyoming
or the Dakotas
scrounging for work?
Come on.
Mm.
You had your hair cut.
It's been a long winter.
with any extras.
Let's slow it up a little bit.
Wouldn't do for Mr. Brennan
to think we was too anxious.
Howdy, boys.
Howdy, Mr. Brennan.
Howdy, Chet, Monte.
How's the grub, Sunfish?
Grub's fine, Monte.
The cook's Skimpy Eagans.
Wait till they get
a whiff of old Skimp.
Hi.
Hey.
My name's Sugar, Sugar Wyman.
Monte Walsh.
This here is Chet Rollins.
- Hi.
- Yeah, I heard of you.
Hey, Chet.
Lookie what Mr. Brennan found.
You a good cook, Skimp.
Thank you, Sunfish. Ha, ha.
There you are.
Boy, get a whiff of that smell.
Good, huh?
Hey, Monte. Ha-ha-ha.
- Howdy.
- Howdy.
Howdy.
Hi.
Hi, Sug, how's the leg? Sunfish.
All right.
Along, I've been getting along.
Say, uh, Mr. Walsh,
Mr. Brennan figures he's got his self
the best bronc buster in the territory.
What do you got to say about that?
Well, he better
take good care of him.
Who is it?
Why, Mr. Shorty Austin, of course.
That's all according
to what you mean by bronc busting.
Well, I'll allow,
as I seen Shorty kill a few.
But then again I always figured
it was kinder to shoot a horse
than it was to ride him to death.
- Ain't you hungry?
- No, I think I'm too tired to eat.
Oh, well, now, not eating
is what makes you tired, you know?
I know, but he sure can cook.
Smart dog.
Now then, Mr. Walsh,
where was you before you was here?
Oh, we was up at the Cross Bar.
How was the cook?
- Nothing like you.
- Amen.
Heh. Ha, you see? Ha-ha-ha.
I ain't used to going to sleep hungry.
When you're starving, you'll eat.
Can't somebody tell him?
Tell a cook? You know better than that.
Well, there's only one thing
we can do.
Mr. Brennan!
Come on, Skimpy.
Come on. Come on.
Playful, ain't he?
So you're the bronc buster, huh?
You must really be living out here.
I've busted everything so far
except this here gray,
and you can have him for a pet
when I get finished.
You think I'll live that long?
- Hey, you want me to take him now?
- Not likely.
Well, if you change your mind.
He don't even want the saddle.
- He's something, huh?
- Yeah.
Think he's too much horse
for you, Shorty?
Well, I'm the only one
who's gonna find that out.
Hey,
if that wagon's too much for you,
I can get you Brennan's rocking chair
to ride, huh?
Hyah! Hey.
Whoa. Whoa!
- Howdy.
- Howdy.
- Where do you want it?
- Drop one roll here.
Take the rest up the line.
The boys say you rode with, uh,
General Hooker during the war.
That's right.
Took his name too.
Fightin' Joe Hooker. That's me.
I had me a good life.
You know, I was charging
with the general in '63.
When he led
the Army of the Cumberland.
At the Missionary Ridge.
I had a good life.
Anything more we can do for you?
Nope.
- So long.
- So long.
Ah. Aha.
Looks like his life is over with.
Might as well be, riding fence.
What's the matter, Monte?
Brennan's mustangs.
They ain't Brennan's.
They belong to them accountants.
"Shipped and sold,"
Consolidated says.
Brennan's got no choice.
There's a job to be done.
Hyah, hyah!
Crazy animals,
they don't wanna be herded.
Sonny, Shorty,
Hyah!
Shorty's in trouble.
You ain't going nowhere! You either!
Hoo! Ha!
You're gonna break a leg someday
doing that.
- I got two.
- Hyah!
Oh, hey.
We did it.
You goddamn accountants,
we did it.
- Hey, Monte, can you do that?
- Why, sure.
Well, then let's see you do it.
Well, I just did.
What are you talking about? I...
You got off your horse,
I got off my horse.
You're standing on the ground,
I'm standing on the ground.
Ain't that right, Chet?
I guess we all did it, Shorty.
Take the horses in, Shorty.
Ha, ha. Come on. Let's go.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Eagle.
Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins.
Who's behind?
The hardware widow.
Sure wouldn't mind
hammering a nail into that.
You mind your tongue.
What'd I say?
Ain't you ever read the Bible?
Well, I don't remember reading
nothing about hardware widows in it.
and have a drink.
Chet, what does it say in the Bible
about hardware widows?
To treat them kindly.
into the hardware widow
would be the kindest thing
in world for her, huh?
Howdy.
Excuse me.
Sit in for me, Chet, huh?
Hi, countess.
I can't believe it.
Where have you been?
Now, Martine,
don't tell me you've missed me.
Ah. You need a haircut.
Yeah.
Well, what are we waiting for?
You know, let's go.
You haven't changed much,
have you?
- "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
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