The Rare Breed Page #2

ELLSWORTH:
Give my regards to Bowen.

Have a good trip.

And now, my dear Mrs. Evans...

shall we conclude

our little business?

This calls for champagne.

Meatpacking Romeo.

When that $2,000 is gone,

Martha, you can tap me for more.

I'm going to lay St. Louis

at your feet.

I'm afraid

there won't be time for that.

You see, Hilary and I are leaving

for England tonight.

ELLSWORTH:
But you can't be serious.

I can do a lot for you.

I already have.

Mr. Ellsworth,

I realise that a woman alone...

has to expect some nonsense

from the adventurous male...

but I sold you a Hereford bull,

nothing more.

I buy beef for 10 cents a pound.

I know companionship comes higher.

I'm giving you your money back.

There is no sale.

Is too late for that.

I'm the legal owner of that bull.

You said that Vindicator would be

delivered to your partner.

That was the condition of the sale.

You run out on me,

and your bull will end up...

- on that table tomorrow night.

- He will not.

Vindicator will be used for breeding

in Texas. I shall see to that.

Is getting around train time.

I still have to load that darn bull.

- It might take a little doing.

- Sure would.

Here's a kind of a mash note.

Don't let Jeff read it. I always did

try and steal his girl.

I'll see you next year.

Mash note?

Why, Sam was always so woman-shy...

it took a team

just to drag him into a dance.

$1,000?

[Train whistle blowing]

Come on, you big, red,

no-horned brute, get up.

Hello, Mr. Burnett.

- Here now, there's been a mistake.

- A mistake?

You're not supposed to be...

You're on the wrong train.

- Is going to Dodge City, isn't it?

- Yes, is going...

Then we're on the right train,

Mr. Burnett.

We're going to the Bowen Ranch

with you and Vindicator.

Well, thas just about

as crazy an idea...

as you walking all the way up

here on top of this train.

You just did that, didn't you?

How are you getting along

with Vindicator?

I'm not getting along

with him at all.

He's a useless hunk of gristle, and

besides, he's lying on my blankets.

Vindicator is not useless.

He'll certainly improve those

scrubby old longhorns of yours.

Why, he's so handsome, the cows will

fight to present themselves to him.

Now, what kind of talk is that?

What kind of a thing

is that for a young lady to say?

The facts of life

are no mystery to me, Mr. Burnett.

After all,

I am a cattle breeder's daughter.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

My father taught me

to talk about such things.

Bloodlines and breeding

were decent topics in our house.

Nobody said anything

about your father.

I was just... Whas the idea,

crashing in here on me like this?

There's nothing sacred

about a cattle car.

This one happens to be my bedroom.

And you have not been invited

in here.

Now, come on, you bison belly,

I'm gonna teach you how to behave.

Come on, get up.

Don't you dare kick

a helpless animal.

And Vindicator doesn't appreciate

name-calling, either.

You mean I've hurt his feelings?

HILARY:
I mean Vindicator's lineage...

is traceable back to James I.

Which is a great deal

better than you can do, I'm sure.

Why, he's practically royalty.

And you might as well learn

how to handle him properly.

Listen to me, if you please.

[Whistles patriotic tune]

[Mooing]

There you are.

Now you may try it, Mr. Burnett.

- God Save the Queen.

- Now, hold on.

I have my rights.

I'm not gonna whistle a tune

for any royal, James I, muley bull.

Now, you get back up

this ladder here.

SAM:
I'll help you.

HILARY:
I don't need your help, thank you.

The female is no less agile

than the male.

Thas right, young lady. Goodbye.

[Train whistle blowing]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Screaming]

Holy Moses.

Come on, get down off here,

before you fall and break your neck.

[Soft instrumental music]

Careful now.

[Train whistle blowing]

PORTER:
Mrs. Evans, your berths are ready.

MARTHA:
Thank you.

There's Mr. Burnett.

Run along to bed, Hilary.

I want to have a talk

with Mr. Burnett.

You're wasting your time, Mother.

He's obstinate, ill-tempered,

and quite lacking in education.

Perhaps. But he does

have a rough intelligence...

which could be refined,

don't you think?

Don't be long, Mother.

Now, really, Mr. Burnett,

I don't bite.

- Man overboard.

- Hold it, ma'am.

Mr. Burnett, I am sorry.

But I thought

you'd fallen over the railing.

No, ma'am.

I might jump, I'd never fall.

Of course.

Now, Mr. Burnett,

since we're travelling together...

I see no point

in our avoiding each other.

- There are many arrangements...

- Firstly...

we're not travelling together.

We're just on the same train.

And if I was you, I'd get off.

I intend to deliver Vindicator

personally to Mr. Bowen.

I'm doing that for Ellsworth,

and you don't figure in it at all.

Now, my advice to you is to get

the first train back to St. Louis...

and then get on home,

where you belong.

Mr. Burnett,

you may bulldog a steer...

but you cannot bulldog me.

Vindicator represents generations

of selective breeding...

and I intend to see

he's properly placed.

Now, please, ma'am.

I've had all the breeding

I can take for one day.

The thing I'm trying to get over to

you is that this trip's dangerous.

There's no telling

what might happen to you in Dodge.

Surely our lives

will be safe in your hands.

I don't want your lives in my hands.

I've got enough trouble with my own.

The thing for you to do

is turn back at Dodge...

and trust me to deliver

that bull of yours.

Mr. Burnett, you will either act

as our guide to the Bowen Ranch...

or I will get someone else.

Good night, sir.

[Soft instrumental music]

[Bell clanging]

Would you get our baggage, please?

- Is there something wrong?

- Why, no, ma'am.

SIMONS:
Come on, you stupid...

You fellows are gonna wreck

this whole deal.

You don't know these two women

I've got on my neck.

They're bound and determined to come

with me the whole way to Bowen's.

They got paid $2,000 for this bull,

so they're out of it. Come on.

You horn in now,

they'll call the Sheriff.

SIMONS:
You horn in, I'll call him.

You made a deal with Taylor.

Now hold on, both of you.

This whole thing is shady

all the way around.

All I want is the bull.

And you'll get it.

I'll meet you over at the saloon.

We'll work something out.

All right. Come on, Simons.

All right. But don't make me have to

come looking for you, Burnett.

Give me 20 minutes, I'll be there.

Now, come on, you, move.

You muley, red rump roast. Come on.

HILARY:
All you have to do is whistle,

Mr. Burnett.

SAM:
What are you doing here?

HILARY:
I thought you might need help.

But I see you've had some.

[Amusing instrumental music]

[Sam whistles patriotic tune]

Why, thas excellent, Mr. Burnett.

You've learned

to handle him very well.

Vindicator, you're a fickle-hearted

muley bull.

I'm afraid Hilary is jealous,

Mr. Burnett.

How soon can we be on our way?

I've got to get a wagon and

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