Monte Walsh Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1970
- 106 min
- 552 Views
- Yeah.
What exactly did you have in mind?
I don't know, um...
I mean, you gotta eat,
you know, like, dinner.
Well, countess, I was broke that time.
I told you that.
Yes, you told me.
And stop calling me countess.
I thought all you foreign girls
was countesses.
Just because a woman is a foreigner
doesn't make her a countess.
Hmm?
Anyway,
I have an appointment for now.
I have to leave.
Mm, uh...
That's okay, I'm kind of busy myself.
Maybe I'll, you know, stop around
your place about midnight.
- For dinner?
- Hmm?
For dinner?
I ain't hungry.
Unfortunately,
I have an engagement at that time.
But perhaps
I will cancel this appointment.
- I'll walk you home.
- Just to the door will do.
How you doing, Monte?
Hey, not bad, I'm about,
- uh, $43 ahead.
- Yeah.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
- Uh, fold and, uh, deal me out.
- Where are you going?
I said a couple of hours.
It's been a couple of hours, huh?
You can't quit this early.
Oh.
Twenty-five, 30. Ouch!
Thirty-five, 40.
Forty-one, 42, 43.
My, oh, my.
What do you say we go get Shorty?
Monte? Hey, Monte.
I ought to charge you for a haircut.
I ought to charge you for something.
You know how much you've cost me
all these years?
If you don't quit complaining,
I'm gonna start charging you.
- Yes, you're worth it.
- Okay.
Are all you foreign ladies
so interested in a man's hair?
I don't know.
It's finished.
Well, how does it look?
The light is better from here.
How's your herd?
Quiet.
You gonna serve us up some of
your revenge for breakfast tomorrow?
Don't necessarily have to be
for breakfast.
You know, it could be any time.
Ha-ha-ha.
Howdy, Shorty.
Hey, Rufus, Powder.
Can you feed
another couple mouths?
You darn betcha I can.
- Hat.
- Hi, Rufus.
I don't suppose there's any work.
Didn't think so.
Howdy, Chet.
Rufus.
How'd it go in Charleyville, Ruf?
Tried working for the railroad
for a while.
Ain't for me.
I like horses.
Ain't that Fightin' Joe?
- That damn fool's gonna...
- Fightin' Joe?
He ain't gonna be worth a nickel
if he don't slow down.
What the hell is he doing?
Coming down Missionary Ridge.
He'll never make it.
He don't want to.
He must have gone
clean out of his mind.
I wonder if he felt anything.
Sure.
Surprise.
- Morning, boys.
- Morning, Mr. Brennan.
but not as small as we got.
Now, Consolidated
won't spend any money getting cows.
So I've got to lay off four men.
Joe Hooker's gone.
That leaves three.
I've decided on Sugar,
Shorty,
Joe Joslin.
The three youngest.
That's as fair as I know
how to make it.
Now, one of you can stay on
if you wanna ride fence.
Sorry, boys.
- Monte and me got a couple of extra...
- Better keep it. Way things are going.
Take it, Shorty.
We won't be needing it.
We're getting our three squares.
Thanks.
I wish I knew something
besides cowboying.
Well, I ain't gonna ride you down.
He's all yours, Monte.
See you around.
Why did Brennan
have to let them go?
Hmm?
Why did Brennan
have to let them go?
Brennan's got no choice.
Consolidated sends the word.
That's the way it's gotta be.
Well, I hadn't thought of it like that.
Hmm?
He said
he hadn't thought of it like that.
That's the trouble with Dally.
He thinks wrong too damn much.
Yes, by God, maybe I do...
- Cut that out.
- Shut up.
Oh, my... Here, Chet, hold this
so I can see who I'm hitting.
It does make sense.
Hey, Monte.
Maybe you ought to hold the lamp.
Now, now, now.
What's been going on around here?
Well, nothing much.
We was just having a...
A little argument.
About what?
Damned if I know.
What was it, Dally?
What was it?
I plumb forgot.
Hey, what do you know?
I ain't felt this good in months.
Maybe I was wrong.
Oh, no, Dally, you weren't wrong.
It's just
that nothing's been right these days.
This is our last night.
I'm moving to Charleyville.
That dump.
Hmm. Yes.
You're right. It's a dump.
But then, I work in a profession
of diminishing returns.
I mean, as time goes by, we all
have to take the best we can get.
Perhaps one day
you will find the same applies to you.
You can do a lot better than that.
There's nothing else I can do.
There's no one left here,
except town people and few farmers.
Well, didn't the winter wipe out
the ranches in Charleyville too?
Yes.
They're building a spur
on the railroad.
Charleyville's 40 miles away.
Damn winter.
Well, you need something
to help you settle in.
I have never taken any money
from you.
Well, this ain't money.
It's, uh, capital.
- Capital?
- Yeah.
That's what they call it these days.
Go on. Take it.
It ain't like I don't have a horse.
Oh, Martine.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
This is how we started
a couple of days ago.
Shh, shh, shh.
Turn around slow, Rufus.
He's got a gun on you.
You stay out of it, sonny.
Get them up here!
Come on, let's get out of here!
Turns out Rufus and Powder's wanted
for robbing a bank in Miles City.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
- Rufus robbing a bank?
- Well, he couldn't get work, I guess.
There's a $500 reward for him.
Oh, he sure must be getting mean.
- I ain't never even been in a bank.
- Yes.
As soon as they get the word out,
they'll be sending for help
from down the line.
You'd better get going.
Hey, when things settle down,
you'll be able to tell it your way, huh?
If you'd only told me.
Look, if I was you, I'd head South.
If you find work down there
and make a fortune,
you can send us some, huh?
Yeah. A fella was telling me that things
are looking good around San Antone.
Well, if you don't find work there,
try the banks.
I never killed a man before.
Hyah. Hyah!
I'm gonna miss that short fuse.
Monte.
What do you want?
Mary and I are going to get married.
How's that gonna work out?
What do you mean?
You being a cowboy.
Well, I ain't gonna be much longer.
What you gonna be?
A hardware man.
Oh, you mean
you're gonna live in town?
Look, Monte,
you have any idea
how many cowhands there were
in this country ten, 15 years ago?
Well,
there's a hell of a lot fewer now.
Pretty soon there won't be hardly any,
the way things are going.
It's gonna get tougher.
Now, come on, Chet,
things ain't that bad.
Yeah, they are, Monte.
You ain't suggesting that I become
a hardware man too, are you?
Hell, no.
But nobody gets
to be a cowboy forever.
Is there any sign of them black cows
up to the north end?
Maybe they moved back
inside the herd.
We didn't see them.
No sign of them
down at the south end.
Peculiar.
Let's give them a couple of days.
Maybe they'll wander
back into the herd.
I won't be going
right back to the Slash Y.
I think I'm gonna go into Harmony.
I got a fitting on my wedding suit.
When's it set for?
Next week.
Hey, Chet.
Is she a good?
Uh...
If she ever needs a bath,
I'll be happy to oblige.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, we really had
some good times together.
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