(reel clicks) (gentle music) (bright music) ♪ Love in the country ♪ ♪ Where skies are blue ♪ ♪ All you'll be dreaming of ♪ ♪ Are the birds and the bees ♪ ♪ And the flowers and the trees ♪ ♪ Till you're up to your knees in love ♪ ♪ There's a tree house in the meadow ♪ ♪ Below the mountain peak ♪ ♪ The perfect place for loving ♪ ♪ When they play hide and seek ♪ ♪ There's covered bridge at Cripple Crick ♪ ♪ Where the horses always stop ♪ ♪ Tween the tree house and the covered bridge ♪ ♪ That's how mom won pop ♪ ♪ By making love in the country ♪ ♪ Where skies are blue ♪ ♪ All you'll be dreaming of ♪ ♪ Are the birds and the bees ♪ ♪ And the flowers and the trees ♪ ♪ Till you're up to your knees in love ♪ ♪ There are roses on the trellis ♪ ♪ And the scent of new mown hay ♪ ♪ The clinging vine is jealous ♪ ♪ On the fence across the way ♪ ♪ There's a great big yellow moon above ♪ ♪ And a breeze to sing a song ♪ ♪ Tween the roses and the yellow moon ♪ ♪ A fella can't go wrong ♪ ♪ If he makes love in the country ♪ ♪ Where skies are blue ♪ ♪ All you'll be dreaming of ♪ ♪ Are the birds and the bees ♪ ♪ And the flowers and the trees ♪ ♪ Till you're up to your knees in love ♪ (gentle music) (children shouting) >> Lord to goodness.

Not again.

(horse neighs) Howdy Drago.

>> Morning Curly.

>> Makes seven times this month he come home swoggled.

>> Six.

>> Seven.

>> Six, once was his birthday that don't count.

Gimme my buggy whip.

Didn't have anything for breakfast but two raw eggs and a mug of honey.

>> Curly: No.

>> Curly.

>> Yes, boss?

>> Don't say it's a fine morning, or I'll shoot you.

Get out of here, Bunion.

(cow lowing) Good morning.

>> Children: Morning.

>> Arless, what are you doing up there?

>> I hope I get it this time, Mr. McLintock.

My brothers, they got the big hats already.

>> All right, let them have at it.

(gun cocks) (gun fires) (upbeat music) (children clamoring) Get over.

>> You gonna let me drive?

You promised me you would sometime.

>> No, hyah!

>> Drago: Boss, you better watch that turn on the road.

You're gonna kill both of us, one of these days.

>> Thank you, Mr. Boss.

(bright music) (cattle lowing) >> You got cattle in the back, boss.

(cattle lowing) >> Hyah.

Give it up, hyah.

(cattle lowing) (cowhands shouting) (horses neighing) Keep them going.

15 cents a pound all the way to Kansas City.

(bright music) Hyah.

Hyah.

(bright music) (dramatic music) (gentle music) >> Now boss, there's one old pensioner I wished you would pass up.

>> Bunny?

>> Yeah.

>> Wish I knew where I'd seen his face before.

>> He ain't an old timer.

He's just been around town a couple of years.

>> Oh, you have no milk of human kindness.

>> Morning, Mr. McLintock.

>> Morning, Bunny.

>> Well, I can see you're in good health.

>> Never felt better, contrary to what you may hear.

>> Me, my kidneys ain't what they used to be, and my liver's been leaving me billies.

>> Drago.

(disgruntled groaning) (coin clinks) >> Hello, Ben.

>> Hey, McLintock.

>> Drago, throw that in the buggy.

>> Drago: Yes, sir.

>> That's a scrubby bunch of Sooners, huh?

>> McLintock: They are at that.

>> That ought to make Douglas happy, lining his pockets with land fees.

>> What are we gonna do?

>> I don't know what you're gonna do, Ben.

Me, I do nothing.

>> 200 families, quarter of beef a week, per family?

They last two years that can be a sizable number.

>> I got 20 head to one of any other brand on the Mesa Verde, I'm not hollering.

>> Some of us haven't got all the money in the world.

Some of us ain't old and tired, and feel like being put upon.

>> You interest me, young Ben.

Go on.

>> The first time I find one of our hides wearing our brand, hung on one of them settlers' fences, I aim to kill me a plowboy.

You do what you want, McLintock.

We'll do what we want.

>> Fellas my age generally call me G.W., or McLintock.

Youngsters call me Mr. McLintock.

>> All right, Mr. McLintock.

Not because I'm afraid of you.

You're the big yeast out in this country.

I reckon a fellow my age should call you Mister.

>> Full grown now, G.W.

(train whistle blows) He's a half-owner of the spread.

I made him a full partner, the day the doc gave me the long face.

>> Well, you want him to vote the first time this territory becomes a state, don't you?

>> Course I do.

>> These settlers get burned out, there'll be a lot of hollering that this country's too wild to be a state.

We'll go on being a territory some more, with a lot of political appointees running it, according to what they learned in some college, where they think that cows are something you milk, and Indians are something in front of a cigar store.

(both laughing) I'm looking to you to hold young Ben down.

>> I'll do what I can.

(train whistle blows) >> Come over to the house once in a while.

We'll rack up a few hands of stud.

>> G.W., that'll be just fine.

(train bell ringing) (men shouting at cows) >> Carter: It's a nice morning, ain't it, boss?

>> Everybody's entitled to their own opinion.

>> Carter: Like that again, eh?

Here's something that'll cheer you up.

About a thousand head I figured they'll bring about 1250.

>> They're not as fat as I'd like to ship.

They all off the north range?

>> Yes.

Settlers every one of them with a plow and a bible, not the slightest idea what the range is for.

>> Drago.

Drag out that hog leg.

>> Drago: Yes sir.

>> Get me some attention.

(gun fires) >> Yeehaw!

People, people, people, people!

Come on, all of you gather around.

People, come on gather around.

>> I'm McLintock.

You people plan to homestead and farm the Mesa Verde.

>> Yes, sir, the government gave us each 160 acres.

>> The government never gave anybody anything.

Some years back a lot like you came in.

Had a pretty good first year, good summer, easy winter.

But the next year the last rain was in February, and by June even the jackrabbits had sense enough to get off the Mesa.

>> Folks, do you know who that is?

That's McLintock.

George Washington McLintock.

>> I told them that, Douglas.

>> He controls the water rights on 200 square miles of range.

You know that lumber you got?

It came from his land.

Cut by his loggers and milled in his mills.

>> Douglas, I come close to killing you a couple of times when we were younger.

Saddens me I didn't.

>> Can you imagine a man who owns all that, oh, and mines too, I forgot to mention them, all that, and he's begrudging poor people a measly, a measly 160 acres.

>> That right, Mr. McLintock?

You begrudge us a little free land?

>> There's no such thing as free land.

You make these homesteads go, you'll have earned every acre of it.

But you just can't make them go on the Mesa Verde.

God made that country for buffalo.

Serves pretty well for cattle.

But it hates the plow.

And even the government should know that you can't farm 6,000 feet above sea level.

>> Any trouble, Mr. McLintock?

>> No trouble, Sheriff.

(cattle lowing) >> How about you, Douglas?

>> Douglas?

Just plain Douglas, eh?

And you call him Mr. McLintock?

Why?

>> Well, Douglas, I guess it's because he earned it.

(horse neighs) >> Mr. McLintock?

>> Yeah?

>> I'm a good hand with cattle, Mr. McLintock.

I'd like a job.

>> Well, you look strong enough.

Did you come in with those Sooners?

>> Well, yes sir, but we don't have a homestead.

>> Can't use you.

(steam engine chugging) >> Hyah, hyah!

(gentle music) >> Tough life, ain't it, Sonny?

Well, ain't much use in being a farmer around these parts.

(gentle music) (cheerful music) >> Ladies, this is the finest Chantilly lace available anywhere.

>> Chantilly, Mr. Birnbaum.

>> Well, believe me, it's the best.

Oh, excuse me, please.

Look around, take your time.

Drago, I got a thousand Havana cigars, and twelve of those hats for you over there.

>> Well, them 12 big hats ain't gone last long, the way some folks have been dipping into that red eye these days.

>> Uh-oh.

Good morning, G.W.

>> Good morning, I stole some stick candy.

>> Please, help yourself.

Come on in.

Davey, you can forget about saddling up the horse.

Come in here.

>> Problem?

>> Jake: Yes.

>> Well, if I were blacks, I'd move Queen's bishop to King four.

>> Yeah, you might be right.

You know, I was just starting to work this out, when the letter came.

>> Letter?

>> What's happened what do you want?

Morning, Mr. McLintock.

>> McLintock: Morning, Davey.

>> You being here saved me a trip.

Oh, that hat and suit of clothes you picked out for my birthday?

Well, instead of this cowboy hat, I'd like to have this one, if it's all right with you, sir.

>> Well, it's all right with me, Davey.

Course, that looks like the kind of a hat a fella would wear down Main Street to start a fight.

>> Oh, I don't need a city hat for that.

All I have to do is walk down the street, and some wiseacre will call me an Indian, and just like that, the fight's on.

>> Davey.

The letter, it's for you, and you are an Indian.

>> Yes, I know I'm an Indian.

But I'm also the fastest runner in town.

I've got a college education, and I'm the railroad calligrapher.

But does anybody say, "Hello, college man," or, "Hello runner," or, "Hello calligrapher," No, not even, "Hello, knot head!"

>> Davey.

>> It's always, "Let the Indian do it."

>> Will you go out in the store and help the ladies?

>> All right.

I'm also bookkeeper, part time clerk.

Always, "Let the Indian do it."

>> Lady brought that out here this morning, asked for it to be taken out to the home ranch for you.

Handsome lady, kind of tall, with red hair.

Called me Mr. Birnbaum, just as if she'd never seen me before, and as if that veil that covered her face would keep me from recognizing her.

I thought she was in New York or Europe or someplace.

>> So did I.

>> Jake, you better throw on a couple of extra cases of the boss's favorite Bourbon.

That stuff sure gets used up fast out at our place.

>> Which reminds me, you better start tapering off.

>> Huh.

>> Katherine's in town.

>> Katie?

(upbeat music) >> Ladies.

Morning.

>> Morning, Mr. McLintock.

>> Morning, Mr. McLintock.

>> Morning, gentlemen.

>> Good morning.

>> Morning, Mac.

>> Morning, Mac, darling.

>> Fauntleroy.

>> Morning, G.W.

>> What are you doing in here?

Why aren't you out at the desk?

>> Helping out the bartender.

>> Yeah, I see a busy day.

Gimme the key to room 17.

>> What?

>> 17 and don't advertise it.

>> Here they come, Mr. McLintock.

>> Set them up.

>> Beer.

>> Whiskey.

(glasses thud) >> Day off?

>> Off day.

>> Wonder what he's so preoccupied about?

>> Haven't you heard?

>> No, what?

>> Katie's back in town.

>> Katie?

>> Yes, dear.

The social arbiter.

(girls laughing) Well, hi, Sonny.

>> Good morning, oh.

(girls laughing) >> He sure is a quiet one.

>> Mr. McLintock, I don't wanna bother you.

>> I'm sorry boy, I told you, no job.

(gentle music) (lock disengaging) (dramatic music) Katherine.

>> George Washington McLintock.

(gentle music) I thought you'd want this.

>> First dig of the spur.

But, who am I to upset your plans?

Don't you feel kind of silly?

>> I never feel silly.

>> That's because you have no sense of humor.

Why couldn't we sit down in the hotel dining room, and talk about whatever it is you wanna talk about, or why couldn't you just come over to the house?

>> And have everybody know that we're meeting?

>> Everybody knows, and what's the difference?

We're married.

>> That is something I should like to change.

>> You know the answer, Katie.

That isn't why you sent for me.

Let's get to the rat killing.

>> Oh, that's just the kind of remark that's always endeared you to me.

>> McLintock: Let us open the discussion.

>> Very well.

Our daughter is coming home in a few days, rather, she's coming here.

It was just a slip of the tongue, that made me refer to this ugly hamlet, as home.

>> McLintock: Our daughter?

Is it so hard to say her name?

It's Becky.

>> Rebecca!

I hate that name.

Anyway, she's coming home, and I hope to persuade you to let her live with me.

Part of the time at the capitol, part of the time in New York, and, of course, Newport during the season.

>> You're whistling in the wind, Katie.

>> If she stays here, she'll become just as crude and as vulgar as all of this country.

>> And if she goes your way, she'll be all show and no stay.

(disgruntled groaning) No go, Kate.

(dramatic music) >> I hate you.

Oh, how I hate you.

>> Half the people in the world are women.

Why does it have to be you that stirs me?

>> You animal.

>> That's the story.

>> I saw your picture in the paper at the governor's ball.

You were dancing with the governor.

>> Well, at least he's a gentleman.

>> I doubt that.

You have to be a man first before you're a gentleman.

He misses on both counts.

(gentle music) >> Hey, Sonny.

You gonna ask him again?

>> Nope.

>> Hey, boy, you got to pocket your pride.

You gotta beg.

You better listen to an expert, Sonny.

I'm telling you.

You got to grovel.

It's human nature.

Gets them every time.

>> Mister, leave me alone.

>> Everybody does it one way or another.

(Bunny laughs) >> About that job, Mr. McLintock-- >> I already told you, son, I've got no need for farmers or use for them.

>> Just one minute, Mr. McLintock.

My father died last month.

That's how come we lost our homestead.

I've got a mother and a little sister to feed.

I need that job badly.

>> What's your name?

>> Devlin Warren.

>> Well, you got a job, son.

See my home ranch foreman.

He's over at the corral.

(Bunny laughing) >> Step down off of that carriage, Mister!

(horse neighs) >> Hold that hog leg!

I've been punched many a time in my life, but never for hiring anybody.

>> Aw, I don't know what to say.

I never begged before.

Turned my stomach.

I suppose I should've been grateful you gave me the job.

>> Gave?

Boy, you got it all wrong.

I don't give jobs.

I hire men.

>> You intend to give this man a full day's work, don't you, boy?

>> You mean you're still hiring me, Mr. McLintock?

Well, yes sir.

I mean, I'll certainly deliver a fair day's work.

>> For that, I'll pay you a fair day's wage.

You won't give me anything, and I won't give you anything.

We both hold up our heads.

Where do you live?

>> The settler's encampment down by the mine.

>> That's your plug?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Well hop on him, and we'll go get your gear.

(bright music) Hyah!

Hyah!

(upbeat music) >> Morning, Mr. McLintock.

>> Morning, Mr. Poorboy.

(upbeat music) >> I'm sure that all you fine people, are interested in knowing just what portion of this new land will be your new home.

Oh, Jones and McAllister, since you've been, more or less the leaders of our group, I'd like to have you come up and check the exact location.

>> Won't be a minute, sir.

>> Go up to that boy, and give him 30 dollars.

Tell him McLintock pays his riders a month in advance.

>> From the looks of things they could sure use it, too.

>> Oh, Mom?

It's Mr. Drago.

>> Drago: Morning.

>> Well, and to what do we owe this visit from the cattle baron?

>> I've got a touch of hangover, bureaucrat.

Don't push me.

>> Woo-hoo, Maclan.

>> Say, those are Indians.

Are there Indians in this homestead land?

>> Friendly Indians, my boy.

>> Oh-ho, Maclan.

>> McLintock: Oh, Running Buffalo.

>> Oh, Maclan.

Long time we no get drunk together.

>> And it's gonna be a lot longer time.

Because it's against the law, and you're with a sheriff.

>> And have I got my hands full.

They came into town to meet the train.

The old Indian chiefs are coming home.

>> I heard they'd been pardoned.

>> They don't know when it's arriving.

This week, next week, or next month, so in the meantime, I've got to do something with them.

Could I cut out a couple head of your steers to feed them?

Otherwise, some of these settlers milk cows are gonna disappear.

>> That's right, Maclan.

>> Cut out whatever you need.

>> Sheriff, are you gonna camp these savages with all these settlers?

You are asking for trouble!

>> Mr. Douglas, I already have plenty of trouble.

Please stay off my back.

Running Buffalo, bring your people over to the clay slide.

>> Yo.

>> Hello, Mr. Maclan.

>> Tiny Mouth, it's nice to see you.

You wouldn't believe it now, but 20 years ago she was a mighty handsome maid.

>> 20 years ago you thought so too, Mr. Douglas.

(Douglas coughing) >> It was just like this.

I had a dead beat on old Running Buffalo, and my sharp 50 caliber misfired.

That was back in that trouble in the '40s remember?

>> I remember.

>> Hey.

You wanna taste something come directly from Heaven?

>> No.

Where'd you get this?

>> That boy's Mama baked them.

You thinking the same thing I am?

She's a widow woman, boss, and she's got a long, hard road home.

>> Hire her.

(cheerful music) >> I always said you had a heap of sense.

>> Mr. McLintock, this is my mother.

>> Your mother?

>> And my sister.

>> Pleased to meet you, Mr. McLintock.

>> Ma'am, this here's my boss, and he has a few choice words to say about your biscuits.

>> Yes, Mr. McLintock?

>> They're great.

(tense music) Well, you old Cantonese reprobate, how about it?

>> You fire me?

I kill myself.

>> I'm not talking about firing you, I'm retiring you.

You been rustling food for us for 30 years.

We're gonna put you out to pasture.

All you'll have to do is give advice, be one of the family.

>> I kill myself.

>> I may save you the trouble.

>> But Ching.

If you kill yourself, I'll cut off your pigtail, and you ain't never gone get to heaven.

>> I'll be one of the family?

>> I give you my solemn word.

>> Pretty crummy family.

Drink too much, you get in fight.

Yell all the time.

>> Cut off his pigtail.

>> All right, all right, I'll be one of a family.

(speaking in foreign language) >> I hope everything is satisfactory.

This is such a big house.

It'll take me a while to get used to things.

Now please don't hesitate to tell me if anything is wrong.

>> No Bird's Nest Soup.

Otherwise just fine.

Everything nice and fine.

>> Food's heaven, Ma'am.

>> Curly: Best apple pie I ever et.

>> Curly's right, Ma'am.

Hated to leave that last bite.

Shall we celebrate with a drink?

>> Drago: Carlos, come and help me with the dishes.

Alice, you wanna help too?

>> Yes, Drago.

>> All right.

Now I'll wash and you kids gonna dry.

Is that good to you?

>> It don't seem possible one woman could use all them clothes.

>> You keep a civil tongue in your un-prepossessing face.

>> Yes, Ma'am.

>> Unload my baggage, please.

>> Yes, Ma'am.

By the way, what does that word, "un-prepossessing," mean?

(crickets chirping) >> Mrs. McLintock.

>> Oh, hello, Carlos.

Run and help the driver with my luggage.

I couldn't trust anyone else in this house to do anything correctly.

>> McLintock: Luggage?

Give 'em a hand, Curly.

>> Curly: Yes, boss, Mrs. McLintock.

>> Are you moving back in?

>> Yes, but nothing has changed, except my place of residence, and I'd be willing to put up with savages, rather than be denied the company of my daughter!

And I'm proving that by moving in here!

>> Mr. McLintock, since it's my first day, would you excuse me if I-- >> Go ahead.

Oh, Katherine, this is Dev Warren.

Joined the outfit today.

>> Pleased, Ma'am.

>> Thank you.

Well, how refreshing.

A polite young man, here.

Where did he come from?

>> He's a farmer.

>> A farmer?

>> Well, I'll be doggone!

Kate, welcome home!

>> What on earth are you doing in that idiotic-looking outfit?

(gasps) And don't you dare call me Kate!

>> That's my butlering suit.

I'm butlering for the boss.

And I'm sorry, Katherine, that Kate kind of slipped out, from the times I remembered you as being nice people.

(Kate gasps) >> Are you going to stand there, with that stupid look on your face, while the hired help insults your wife!

>> He's just ignorant.

He doesn't know any better than to tell the truth.

And I can't help this stupid look.

I started acquiring it as you gained in social prominence.

>> Mrs. McLintock, where do you want I should... >> Put them in the master bedroom.

(dramatic music) >> Yes, but move Mr. McLintock's things into another room!

The one back of the stairs would be best, so that he can't wake up the entire household when he comes home every night just before daybreak!

>> Yes, Ma'am!

(dramatic music) >> Oh, excuse me.

Here's your cigars, Mr. McLintock.

>> I am Mrs. McLintock.

>> Kate, I mean Katherine, this is the cook.

This is the lady that does the cooking for us.

>> McLintock: Mrs. Warren, Mrs. McLintock.

>> How do you do?

>> Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. McLintock.

Very pleased.

>> Likewise.

>> You see, I just came to work here today, and I guess I jumped to the conclusion that this was a bachelor's household.

>> It is, and then again, it isn't.

I will explain, so everything will be quite clear, Mrs. Wallace.

>> Everyone: Mrs. Warren.

>> Mrs. Warren.

It has been a bachelor's household for quite some time, and it will be again just as soon as I am out of here, which will be as quickly as I can make arrangements to take my daughter back east with me.

You see, she's coming home from school in a few days, and then we'll be off together, and you can return to conducting yourself as you consider proper in a bachelor's household.

>> Katie.

>> Shut up!

Until then, I am mistress in this house, and I will give the orders.

I want my breakfast served in bed.

>> Ain't you gonna say nothing, boss?

>> No.

>> One poached egg, tea, toast.

Oh, G.W., as soon as my things are put away, I want to talk to you about Rebecca.

>> Yes, Mrs. McLintock.

Indeed, Mrs. McLintock.

Of course, Mrs. McLintock.

>> The toast, lightly browned and un-buttered.

>> Of course, Ma'am.

>> Wait a minute now, boss, where you think you're going?

>> I just remembered I got a date.

>> But she said she wanna have a talk with you.

>> I heard.

(door thuds) Good evening, Lem.

>> Good evening, Mr. Mac.

Say, Mr. Mac, what does un-prepossessing mean?

>> I was called that once, Lem.

Looked it up in the dictionary.

It's best you don't know what it means.

>> Uh huh, thank you, giddup.

>> Hey, what am I gonna tell her when she asks where you went?

>> When in doubt, tell the truth.

She wouldn't expect that from you, anyway.

>> Where's Mr. McLintock going?

>> There he goes burning his last bridge.

You see a yellow streak about a foot wide, running up and down his backbone?

>> On Mr. McLintock?

He ain't afraid of nothing.

>> I once thought that.

>> Drago.

>> Yes Ma'am.

>> Was that-- >> He took off, lit out.

>> I told him I wanted to talk to him.

>> Yes, Ma'am, I was standing right over here when you said it, and I was standing right out there on those front steps, when he walked up to the horse, grabbed a hunk of mane, stepped up on him, and sunk spur.

>> Where did he go?

>> Last time I saw him he's going east, but you know him he's liable to go north, south, or west.

>> Get me a carriage.

>> Yes Ma'am, but-- >> But what?

>> Maybe you shouldn't follow him into maybe where he's going into.

>> What does that mean?

>> I don't know, but I wish I hadn't a said it.

>> Well, just get the carriage.

>> Yes, Ma'am.

>> What happened?

>> Get the barouche.

>> Barouche?

>> Hitch it up.

She wants to go to town.

>> But Mr. McLintock never said anything to me about it.

>> Look, young fella!

I'm the ramrod around this place, and you better start giving me a, yes, sir, or you're gone get the roof of this house pulled down on your head.

>> Yes, sir.

(upbeat music) >> Hello, Davey.

>> Hiya, Mr. McLintock.

>> New broom, eh?

>> Sweeps clean.

(lively music) >> Hello, Bunny, how is everything?

>> Oh, fine, fine, Mr. McLintock.

I'll get you next time.

(upbeat music plays in saloon) (noisy chatter in saloon) >> Two more, Elmer.

>> Coming up.

>> Well, look who's here.

>> What'll it be, Mac?

Same as usual?

>> Ladies.

Evening, G.W.

>> Jake.

>> Wrong move.

>> What?

>> Chess problem.

Queen's in danger.

>> Devlin: Ho, ho, ho, ho.

(horse neighs) Whoa, ho, come on.

(Kate yells in distance) >> I suppose you can do that!

>> Camille, you're on your own.

(slam echoes) >> Mrs. McLintock.

(Katie gasps) >> Uh, I'm Camille.

Camille Reedbottom?

I'm learning the game of chess.

Thought it would give me something to pass the time.

See, I have nothing to do all day long.

I just remembered something.

>> Katherine, I didn't hear you come in!

>> Mr. McLintock, I told you that I wanted to talk to you.

>> Not now.

>> Could I get you a glass of sherry, Katherine?

>> Oh, thank you, Mr. Birnbaum, I could use one.

I came into town behind a runaway team!

>> Drago never could handle horses.

>> It was that young man, whose mother pretends to be your cook!

>> Katherine, your wine.

>> Oh, thank you, Mr. Birnbaum.

(Jake imitates Katie) Now, Mr. McLintock, we have an awful lot to talk over.

>> First thing I learned about Indian fighting, was to wait for daylight.

>> What has our conversation got to do with Indian fighting?

>> Indian fighting is good experience for our kind of conversations.

(Kathrine gasps) It'll wait, Katherine.

>> Evening, Sheriff.

Mr. McLintock, we had quite a ride out here.

Oh, I finally got that team settled down.

>> It's your move.

>> No, it's your move.

I just castled.

>> Now look here.

You're not gonna sit here all night long and play chess, when the matter of our daughter remains unsettled!

>> I am gonna remain here and play chess, and the matter of our daughter is settled.

She stays.

>> (gasps) Such stubbornness.

>> Katherine, your hair.

>> It is a mess after that awful ride.

>> No, no, it's just that, I haven't see you for a long time, and it seems to me the last time I saw you, your hair was a little darker, no?

(chuckles softly) It's a funny thing the tricks a man's memory will play, eh?

>> Mr. Birnbaum, I think that you've completely lost your mind.

>> You have done something to your hair.

>> I have not!

(men laughing) If I had, it'd be none of your business.

I'm certainly not gonna put myself in the place of those blonding trollops that you seem to prefer!

>> Sheriff: Take it.

>> Oh.

>> Sheriff: Fill it.

>> Oh.

(dramatic music) >> Morning.

You fellas still at it, all night?

>> A McLintock never quits.

But a Birnbaum has to.

Besides, the game is over.

You got me.

>> Oh, no, Mr. Birnbaum.

You still got a good game.

>> Oh, you play chess?

>> Yeah.

>> Please, take over.

(Birnbaum yawning) >> Pretty good?

>> Fair.

>> Well, looks like I won't have to come into town always to get a game.

Remember, I'm a bad loser.

It's your move.

>> Devlin: Yes, sir.

(light music) (gentle music) >> Good morning.

>> Good morning.

Oh, it's not morning already?

>> Mm-hmm, cup of coffee?

>> Oh, yes, thanks Jake.

>> Jake: You're welcome, Katherine.

>> Kate: Got any cream?

>> Canned cow's milk.

>> That'll do.

>> Good old condensed milk.

That reminds me.

I was cleaning out my desk the other day.

I found something I wanted to return to you.

Here it is.

It's a medal.

Remember?

From the President of the United States of America, the first Sergeant Michael Patrick Gilhooley.

For bravery above and beyond the call of duty.

(gentle patriotic music) It's your papa.

Reminds me of the first time I ever saw you.

It was over seventeen years ago.

You walked into my store, not much bigger than the bundle you were carrying, and in the bundle was the most beautiful baby I ever saw.

Was she hungry.

(laughing) Walked all the way from Superstition Creek, just to trade me that medal for a case of canned milk.

G.W.

was off somewhere as usual, fighting Indians.

>> Sheriff!

Sheriff Lord!

Well, have you seen the sheriff?

>> Kind of early for him.

Did you try his house?

>> Why didn't I think of that?

>> Looks like Birnbaum's is open.

Maybe somebody in here knows.

>> So there you are, Sheriff.

I told you you were headed for trouble.

>> Trouble?

>> I wanna know by whose authority you let those Indians stay in town.

Those savages are wards of the government, and I am the representative-- >> I told Sheriff Lord that he could put them up down by the clay slide.

>> Because the town's named after him, he thinks he owns it.

>> Well you check the books and recorder's office, and you'll find I do own a fair piece of it.

Agard, if you knew anything about Indians, you'd know that they're doing their level best to put up with our so-called benevolent patronage, in spite of the nincompoops that have been put in charge of it.

>> Those Indians need my permission to leave the reservation.

>> Those chiefs have been giving orders all their lives.

It's pretty hard from them to understand that they have to hold up their hand like a schoolboy in a classroom.

>> Agard: The law is very clear.

>> I told you you'd get no satisfaction from these people.

We'll get the girl back.

>> Girl?

>> The girl the Indians kidnapped.

But don't worry.

I armed the settlers, and set them to rounding up those red devils.

>> What is this about a girl?

>> Millie Jones, one of the settler's daughters.

>> Agard: The Indians kidnapped her.

>> That's ridiculous, and you turn loose a lot of farmers with shotguns?

>> I certainly did.

>> You're insane.

Let's go, Sheriff.

(dramatic music) >> Kate: Mr. Douglas.

>> Oh, Mrs. McLintock.

>> Much as I hate to agree with G.W.

about anything, you haven't changed a bit.

You're still a hysterical fool.

(dramatic music) >> Coming to town I got worried.

>> What about?

>> Thought maybe Katie shot you.

>> Not yet, Drago, but it took restraint.

>> Wait a minute.

You better take Agard along, not that he'll be much help.

>> Drago, help him on the horse.

(dramatic music) >> Just a minute.

(horse neighs) >> I'll drive.

>> Yes, Ma'am.

(horse neighs angrily) >> Douglas: Agard, what are you doing?

>> Stretch him, Agard!

>> Douglas: Agard, this is serious!

>> Drago: Stay with him, Agard.

Stay with him.

>> Agard, will you stop showing off, and get in this buggy?

>> Mercy.

(pants) Mercy.

>> That horse is a little green.

>> Let's go.

Hyah.

(bright music) Just where do you think you're going?

>> Don't use that range boss tone of voice with me!

(dramatic music) >> Carter.

Headed for Mr. Poorboy's mine mount up some riders.

>> Right, boss.

You heard the man.

>> I don't like it, Mr. McLintock.

I don't like it one bit.

>> What don't you like?

>> They're planning to hang an Indian.

(dramatic music) (tense music) >> Whoa, Sheriff, real funny!

Where's the whiskey?

(laughs) >> Hold it!

Not so fast, Mr. Boss of the whole country.

Unless you wanna wear a big hole in your middle.

>> How long is G.W.

gonna let that Chee-Chalker push him around?

>> That Chee-Chalker has a sawed off shotgun.

>> How do you know she didn't wander off someplace, or meet some feller or something?

>> What are you saying?

That I didn't raise my girl right?

That she'd wander off all night with some man?

>> There's a lot of things I'm not saying to you, Mister, while you got a sawed-off shotgun in my middle.

But how do you know this Indian had anything to do with it?

>> She's gone, ain't she?

She's gone.

>> Pa!

Pa, I'm over here!

Pa!

Been looking for me, Pa?

>> Where you been, gal?

>> Young Ben took me for a sunrise ride, and the horse wandered away.

(crowd laughing) >> You come down off of there.

>> But Pa!

>> She's telling the truth, Mr. McLintock.

We wasn't doing nothing.

>> Well, that's not important right now.

The important thing is that you don't draw that hog leg, or this'll be worse than Dodge City on Saturday night.

>> Get back in the wagon.

I'll tend to you later.

Now for this young whippersnapper.

>> Now, no harm has been done, and young Ben is one of the nicest boys in the territory, so just put down that shotgun.

>> I'll teach him to fool with my... (tense music) >> Now, we'll all calm down.

>> Boss, he's just a little excited.

>> I know, I know, I'm gonna use good judgment, I haven't lost my temper in 40 years, but pilgrim you caused a lot of trouble this morning.

Might have got somebody killed, and somebody ought to belt you in the mouth, but I won't.

I won't.

The hell I won't.

(suspenseful music) >> McLintock rider.

(upbeat music) >> Ha, ha!

Oh, Maclan!

>> Hey, Buster, remember me?

>> Hello, sir, nice party.

(lively music) >> Do you think you ought to?

>> I ought to what?

(men clamoring) (Kate gasps) Why you.

(man screams) (man screams) (lively music) (dramatic music) >> Good morning.

>> Hey you.

I wanna work with you.

>> Nice morning.

>> Hey, just a minute.

What are you gonna do with my glasses?

Hey now, stop this, or you'll be sorry.

Hey!

>> Stay out of this, Jake!

>> It's everybody's war!

(lively music) (Bunny muttering) >> Where's the whiskey?

(dramatic music) (upbeat music) Where's the whiskey?

Good fight, good fight.

(Running Buffalo laughs) >> Oh, sorry, McLintock.

(men grunting) >> Oh-ho, Maclan.

>> Thanks.

>> Ha, ha, that's very funny.

>> Yeah, very funny.

(upbeat music) >> Gosh, Mr. Douglas, I'm sorry!

>> Bon Voyage, Drago!

(screams) (dramatic music) >> Are you still down here?

>> Hey, horse walking away, eh?

>> Honest, Mr. Jones, honest!

(upbeat music) >> Oh, get out of my way.

Nice left.

>> Thanks.

>> I went to college.

>> For this you don't need college.

>> You're not getting me down there.

(Kate gasps) (upbeat music) (McLintock screams) >> Oh, you did this on purpose!

Oh, why, McLintock, you big!

>> Good morning to you, Mrs. McLintock.

>> Bunny, you big!

(Mclintock screaming) (Kate screaming) >> Bunny: Oh, no!

>> G.W., you great big clumsy!

>> Well it's pretty hard to control yourself!

>> Drago: People, people, people!

>> Oh, Maclan.

Whoa, Maclan, good party.

But no whiskey!

We go home.

(dramatic music) >> You and your friends!

>> Well, we at least saved your hat.

(Kate gasps) >> Where is everybody?

Oh, for heaven sakes.

(bright music) >> Drago: Whoa, whoa.

>> Kate: Drago, will you never learn how to handle a team?

>> Drago: Yes, Ma'am, I'll sure try, I tell you that.

>> Crummy family.

>> You wanna lose your pigtail?

>> I lose face.

Lousy relatives.

>> You gonna lose more than that.

>> Kate.

>> Yes?

>> We could be a big help to one another.

>> Like what, may I ask?

>> Well, we could wash the mud off of each other.

We used to have quite good times doing that sort of thing.

>> There are a lot of things we used to do!

Good night, Mr. McLintock!

(Mclintock sighs) (door thuds) >> Any luck?

>> What are you talking about?

>> I mean, divorce.

She still want it?

>> Yeah.

>> You know something women are funny.

She fought like a wildcat on your side out there this afternoon.

Come home, she slams the door in your face.

That divorce business is that what you get when you pay a woman not to live with you?

>> That's about it.

>> Some women, I've knowed it would be worth it.

>> You know, if we had any moral character, we wouldn't be standing here covered with mud drinking, when we should be washing.

>> G.W.

>> Drago.

(bright music) (gentle music) >> Mrs. Warren, these biscuits, mm.

>> Well, thank you, Drago.

>> Morning, Mrs. Warren.

>> Mrs. Warren: Good morning, Mr. McLintock.

>> Breakfast for the boss?

>> If that's the way you want it, Mr. McLintock.

(gentle music) (shade raising) One poached egg, tea, toast, lightly browned and un... Why, Mrs. McLintock, you have a black eye.

>> I do!

Ooh.

Oh, and Becky's coming home today.

>> And that's not all.

There's a little something we'd better get settled.

>> Hmm?

>> There are no men listening now, so we can be ourselves.

Oh, sure, I let you get away with all that guff the other night, but now that we're alone-- >> When I want the opinion of the hired help, I'll ask for it.

>> You know, you could wind up with two black eyes.

>> What?

>> Oh.

I realize you have to put on that big act.

We always have to just before we get ready to forgive them.

Generally, for something they haven't done.

But you and I both know that's just to keep them from getting the idea that they run things.

McLintock give you that black eye?

>> No.

Nobody gave it to me!

I won it!

(train whistle blows) (bright band music) >> Mr. Beech: Morning Davey!

>> Morning, Mrs. Beech, Mr. Beech.

(steam engine chugging) (train whistle blowing) (train bell dinging) (bright band music) >> Why, Miss Becky, Welcome home.

>> Hello, Mr. Douglas.

>> Hi, dad, how are you?

>> My boy!

(laughs) >> It's good to see you again.

>> Daddy, oh!

Daddy!

(McLintock laughs) It's been two long years.

>> I guess, I'm gonna have to stop calling you tomboy.

>> Kate: Becky.

>> Mama.

>> Oh, darling.

>> I wasn't sure you'd be here.

>> I've been here a few days.

>> Becky, I've bought you three of the most beautiful dresses-- >> Drago: Becky!

>> Uncle Drago!

>> Did you bring your old uncle a coming home present?

>> Sure did.

>> What is it?

>> A mustache cuff.

>> And what did you get me?

>> The prettiest Palomino pony that ever packed a saddle.

>> Broke the stand tying it down.

(low tuba note) >> Uncle Jake!

(giggling) What are you doing with Mr. Douglas' tuba?

>> Oh, Mr. Douglas has a fat... Had a little accident.

>> I brought you a whole shipment of licorice sticks.

But now that I've seen how much you've grown, I think we'd better exchange them for a couple of bolts of dress goods, eh?

>> Thank you.

>> Oh, the mayor was gonna be here.

But he territorial capitol on a horse staff matter, but I'm gonna give his speech.

(crowd cheering) Oh, and don't worry about the mayor.

I'm sure that he can find a bill of sale for the horse.

(all laughing) "Ladies, and gentlemen, "we are here to welcome the fairest..." What am I doing?

We are here to welcome back the prettiest girl that was ever born in McLintock, or in any part of the territory.

(steam engine hissing) >> Hey Davey.

>> Yeah?

>> Got something for you.

Yardmaster up at the junction told me to let them ride, so I locked them in here.

I've had my scalp a long time, and I aim to keep it.

(ominous music) (speaking in foreign language) (people muttering) >> And now she's come back to us.

Gone are the pigtails, but the freckles are still on the prettiest face that was ever born in McLintock.

(natives singing lively) >> Hey, that's Puma.

Then it's true.

The government did turn them loose.

>> Good ole Puma.

I'll never forget when he brought G.W.

home.

Your father had a hole in his chest and a 104 fever.

Course, they weren't very mannerly about it.

He came past the house at a high lope, and threw him on the doorstep.

Then you do remember them good ole days, don't you, Katie?

>> Katherine.

(natives singing lively) >> Yatahey, my friends.

>> All: Yatahey.

>> McLintock: Puma, honored enemy.

>> Does big McLintock forget also blood brother?

>> No, I'll never forget that.

>> Puma: Old wound does it hurt still?

>> I feel it when it comes on to rain.

An inch higher and I wouldn't have had to worry.

>> Aw, big McLintock that was remembered fight.

(Mclintock laughing) We return with news.

Our people have more trouble.

(dramatic music) You see, I learn good English now, Big McLintock.

Learned in white man's jail.

But we would have you talk our cause at government hearing.

>> I understand Governor Humphrey is gonna preside at that meeting.

Yes, Puma, I'll translate your wishes.

>> Mr. McLintock, could I impose upon you to use your Comanche to tell these-- >> Puma is chief of the Comanches, and he speaks English very well.

>> Oh, well.

Your people will have to follow my instructions to the letter.

It is the law of the land.

>> We go.

>> Well now, just a minute.

(natives muttering in foreign language) Well, for heavens sakes.

(bright band music) >> You wait here, honey, I'll get the buggy.

>> You going to the McLintock party?

>> Surely, >> Will I see you there, Bets?

>> Of course, Davey, and you can have the first dance.

>> Sis, come on.

(whistle blows) Don't want any sister of mine talking to strangers.

>> Davey's not a stranger.

He clerks in Birnbaum's.

(steam engine chugging) >> He's an Indian.

>> Darn you, Drago.

Now look what you've done.

>> 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 of known you anywhere, Miss Becky.

>> What do you mean?

>> Oh, I mean you look so much like your mother.

Well, even prettier.

>> Well Mister 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 got cherry pie for dinner?

>> I'm not cooking!

>> No, he's not.

>> Becky: Junior!

>> Yes, Miss Becky?

>> You remember Junior Douglas, Mama?

>> Oh, of course.

How's college?

>> Valedictorian, '95.

>> Congratulations.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas, we will see you at the party, of course.

>> Oh, delighted.

>> Well, it'll be pretty hard to keep young men away.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Drago.

>> Drago: Yes boss, baggage is all on it.

>> Kate: G.W., you remember young Junior.

>> Oh, yes, like father, like son.

>> Oh, 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.

>> Yep, yep.

>> Yeah, what?

>> Like father, like son.

>> What did he mean, Matthew?

>> Come on, Ching, grab a root and growl.

(Ching speaking in foreign language) (cow lowing) >> 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.

(log thuds) (gentle music) >> Dev, could you come and help me a minute?

I certainly was surprised to hear you went to college.

>> Devlin: Why?

>> I don't know.

Junior says Purdue's a good college, for a backwater place like Indiana.

>> Well, he did, indeed?

>> Oh, 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 we took out a homestead.

>> You know, your Mom's sure cute.

It's too bad you didn't inherit her eyes.

>> Well, you'd been lucky if you'd inherited a few things from your father.

>> Oh, really?

For instance?

>> 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.

>> Humph.

(Becky screams) Don't you dare hug me!

>> I have no intention of hugging you.

(shouts exasperatedly) (dramatic music) (pensive music) (light dancing music) (people talking) >> Ladies all look lovely, Katherine.

You know, this is a real fine party.

>> Oh, thank you, Ben.

Of course, we had to invite everybody.

Just everybody.

>> Sorry, G.W., but this one's mine.

>> Well, thank you, Mrs. Warren.

I guess I'll have to be a good host in my own home.

>> Well the next one's yours, Mr. McLintock.

>> Thank you.

(people laughing) (crowd clapping) >> Drago, go and do what I told you to do.

>> Oh, Katie.

>> Katherine, and do as you're told.

>> Oh, "Drago, do this.

"Drago, do that."

Yeehaw, people, people, people.

This Douglas feller.

>> Kate: 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.

(crowd clapping) (crowd cheering) All right, Mr.

Fiddler.

(lively music) >> Give me a whiskey.

(speaking in foreign language) >> What?

>> This turn a 10 gallon party, boss.

We're run out of whiskey.

>> Well I can take care of that.

(Ching speaking in foreign language) (punches thudding) >> Indian.

And 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 fought and it's over.

>> Get out of the way!

>> Quit butting in, Birnbaum!

He's your hired man, not your son!

>> Look, you fought him fair and square!

>> I don't think it was so fair and square.

>> What, you wanna 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, little lesson I learned back home.

Don't fight in front of women.

>> Well, we're out of sight now.

>> So we are.

(crowd applauding in background) >> Such vulgarity.

Someone should do something about it.

>> You're right.

Absolutely right.

(punches thudding) (light dance music plays in background) >> 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.

>> Well, get him cleaned up.

Get him some water, Jake.

>> Yeah.

>> Get yourself cleaned up.

Go ask that girl for a dance.

>> Who?

Oh.

>> Did I miss one?

>> Where is he?

I'll find him, that young whippersnapper.

>> Trouble.

>> Where is that farmer boy?

Where is he?

Where is he, G.W.?

Oh, so you're the young farmer boy that whipped my nephew.

Well, 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.

>> Oh, 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 youngster's quarrel.

>> Family honor.

I can't have said a farmer whipped a Sage.

>> You're twice his size.

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

Mr. Fauntleroy insists, I'll just have to teach him the same lesson.

(crowd applauds in distance) (punches thudding) (lively music plays in dance hall) >> Say.

Sorry, young feller.

(Douglas laughing) Hate to have to do that, young fella.

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.

>> Course we are.

Course we are, G.W.

>> They'll be none of this.

>> I wouldn't do that, G.W.

>> You wouldn't do.

>> No, 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.

(Fauntleroy groans) He's all yours.

(wood crashing) (Asgard gasping) >> Agard: Where are my glasses?

>> Are you all right, young feller?

>> Ouch!

I'm all right, if this Indian Agent will stop stepping all over me.

>> Agard: I beg your pardon.

>> G.W., you was 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.

>> Yeah, Fauntleroy, let's line em all up for a do-see-do.

>> Jake?

You think tincture of arnica would help?

>> Could be.

Used to help you.

>> Gentlemen, to the medicine cabinet.

(gentle music) (bright music) >> Good morning, Drago!

>> Good morning, baby.

>> You seen Daddy?

>> Took off early this morning with a scatter gun under his arm.

Went hunting.

>> Oh.

(bright music) (bird squawks) (gun fires) (horse neighs) Morning, Daddy.

>> Good afternoon.

What gets you out so early?

>> There's something I have to get straight in my mind.

>> McLintock: Yeah.

What?

>> Mama.

Why'd you and Mama stop living together, Daddy?

Why'd you separate?

Aren't you gonna answer me?

>> McLintock: No.

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

>> I don't.

(horse neighs) >> Is it another woman?

Usually is.

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

>> Is it Mrs. Warren?

>> Becky, I don't wanna start laying the law down, your first day back home, but I'll have no more such talk.

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.

(bird squawks) (gun fires) Your mother's and mine.

>> Pretty good shot, Daddy.

Oh, I can understand your trouble.

Mama's often so, well, so petulant.

>> Petulant?

You learned a lot of words back east, Becky.

Wish to God they'd a taught you some meanings.

You were only about six months old, when your mother stayed alone with you in the side 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 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.

(horse neighs) There's something I ought to tell you.

Guess now's as good a time as any.

You're gonna have every young buck west of the Missouri around here trying to marry you.

Mostly because you're a handsome philly.

But partly because I own everything in this country, from here to there.

They'll think you're gonna inherit it.

Well, you're not.

I'm gonna leave most of it to, well, to the nation, really, for a park.

Or an old lumber mill will cut down all the trees for houses with leaky roofs.

Nobody'll kill all the beaver for hats for dudes, nor murder the buffalo for robes.

What I'm gonna give you is a 500 cow spread, on the upper Green River.

Now, 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.

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.

Cause 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.

(gentle music) >> 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.

(gentle music) (people chuckling) >> Devlin: Oh.

>> Well, sir, all three of them fell right out of the carriage.

(people chuckling) >> Well, it's getting rather late, Becky.

It's bedtime.

>> Oh, mother.

>> Kate: Mm-hmm?

>> He brought this.

He must have intended to use it.

>> Oh, well.

>> Sing us a song.

>> Well, if you really want me to.

Gosh I haven't played in-- >> You know "Just Right For Me"?

>> Sure!

>> It's the rage, now.

>> Oh.

(laughing softly) >> Dev, What are you doing?

>> Oh, I just thought I'd get another cigar.

>> Well, you've got one in your mouth, and two burning in the tray.

Nut move.

>> Junior: The fellas 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 wide world to hear ♪ ♪ You're just right for me ♪ ♪ You're sweeter than ♪ >> Oh, 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.

(lively banjo music) ♪ I love a man who's pretty and smart and clever ♪ >> It's your move.

♪ A man like that ♪ >> Oh.

♪ In my heart forever ♪ ♪ Rain or shine ♪ >> Oh, Dev, you're playing like an amateur.

(Becky singing in background) Let's call it an evening, I'd like to know where your mind is, tonight.

♪ You're sweeter than the early spring ♪ ♪ Exciting ♪ ♪ Our bluebells when they start ♪ >> Pretty good.

Voice like her father.

♪ You make a man ♪ ♪ Feel like a king ♪ ♪ You're just right for me ♪ ♪ Sweeter than honey ♪ ♪ Finer than wine ♪ ♪ I'm sure they found you ♪ ♪ On that honeysuckle vine ♪ ♪ I would melt in your embrace ♪ ♪ You'd disappear without a trace ♪ ♪ To die like this is no disgrace ♪ ♪ This is the time ♪ ♪ This is the place ♪ ♪ For you're ♪ ♪ Just right for me ♪ (banjo twanging) (clapping loudly) >> Well, that's so good I kind of hate to break this up.

But 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 call you reactionary, well that's, merely my generation's term for your generation.

Nothing personal, sir.

>> Oh, really?

>> Well, goodnight, sir.

Good night, Mrs. McLintock.

>> Good night, and do come again.

>> Junior: Good night, Drago.

>> Night.

Boss, what's reactionary mean?

>> Me, I guess.

He says that anyone that wanted to sell at a profit was reactionary.

>> Was we reactionaries back in them days, when you was selling beef cattle for six cents a pound on the hoof?

>> Well, no use arguing with a 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 out putting up some kind of fight.

>> Does it show?

Oh, 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.

(horse neighs) 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 reigns?

He's probably back in the stall by now.

>> I think we could get Junior something that he could 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, and 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.

(gentle music) ("Just Right For Me") ♪ You make man feel like a king ♪ ♪ You're just right for me ♪ >> Miss Becky, somebody better help me watch the road.

You know, I'm new around here.

Might take the wrong turnoff.

>> Devlin Warren, you know there isn't a turnoff between here and town.

♪ You disappear without a trace ♪ ♪ To die like this is no disgrace ♪ ♪ This is the time ♪ ♪ This is the place ♪ >> Hyah!

Hyah!

(dramatic music) >> Devlin Warren, what are you trying to do, kill us?

>> Rather have your friend drive?

Hyah!

(Becky gasps) Hyah!

>> Daddy!

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?

>> Well, 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.

>> Well, just for the tally books what did you say?

>> I said that any girl who would 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.

(gun fires) (tense music) >> Oh, you shot him!

You really shot him!

>> Hey!

>> 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 4th.

>> Hey, I'm on fire.

>> Oh, you poor dear.

>> Poor dear?

You'd a had me shot in cold blood.

>> But it didn't happen.

>> Yelling I insulted you and all, what you need is a good spanking.

>> But, Dev, Daddy.

>> Leave me out of this.

>> I think I'll give you what you deserve.

>> You wouldn't dare!

>> Oh wouldn't I?

(Becky screams) >> You'll think next time before you have someone shot.

This kicking and yelling isn't gonna help you.

>> Oh, Daddy, wait a minute.

Daddy.

(Becky screaming) Oh, Daddy, help me!

Devlin Warren, I hate you!

I hate you!

Mommy!

Mommy!

>> G.Wm, was that a shot?

(Becky gasps) Becky, what happened?

>> He spanked me.

>> You spanked my daughter?

>> Dev.

(door slams) >> You mean you stood there while that brute beat our daughter?

G.W., what's happened to you in the last three years.

>> Better part of valor, son.

>> Isn't it enough that you've always treated me like a squaw?

Without subjecting dear, sweet, Becky, to this crude, vulgar way of life.

>> Katherine, you women are always raising hell about one thing, when it's something else you're really sore about.

Don't you think it's about time you told me what put the burr under your saddle about me?

>> I don't intend to stand here, and hold a midnight conversation with an intoxicated man.

(dramatic music) >> And I am not intoxicated!

(door slamming) Yet!

>> Man In Crowd: Hello, Governor.

>> Man In Crowd: Hello, Governor.

>> Chief Puma.

>> Yes, Sergeant.

Big McLintock, we know you get us fair judgment.

>> You gentlemen follow me.

>> Well, Jake.

>> G.W.

>> Well, G.W., it's been a long time.

>> Not long enough, Cuthbert.

>> Your husband is a rude man.

>> Yes, Cuthbert, I know.

>> Where you want the Indians, Mr. McLintock?

>> Mr. McLintock is not running this hearing.

>> Sergeant, seat those Indians.

>> Yes.

Gentlemen, be seated.

They're whole tribe came when they come into town.

>> Proceed, Lieutenant.

>> This hearing is now in session.

Governor Cuthbert Humphrey is presiding.

>> Good luck, Daddy.

>> I'm afraid it's a packed court.

>> Government edict, Number 826.

As ordered that the Comanche Nation be transferred from their present reservation to Fort Sill, it is the government's claim, as filed by Indian Agent Agard, that these chiefs, after being released from prison by a kindly government, did then rouse and insight defiance among the tribe, against said order.

It seems, gentlemen, that although some of these chiefs speak English, Chief Puma is quite at home in our language, they have chosen Mr. McLintock to be their spokesman.

>> I speak for the Comanche, or rather, I offer this translation.

>> Proceed, Mr. McLintock.

>> The Comanche say, "We are an old people and a proud people.

"When the white man first came among us, "we were as many as the grass is of the prairie.

"Now, we are few, "but we are still proud.

"For if a man loses pride in manhood, he is nothing.

"You tell us now that if we will let you send us away, "to this place called Fort Sill, "you will feed us and care for us.

"Let us tell you this.

"It is the Comanche law that no chief ever eats, "unless first he sees that the pots are full of meat, "in the lodges of the widows and orphans.

"It is the Comanche way of life.

"This that the white man calls charity, "is a fine thing for widows and orphans.

"But no warrior can accept it.

"For if he does, he is no longer a man, "and when he is no longer a man, he is nothing, "and better off dead."

"You say to the Comanche, 'You are widows and orphans.

'You are not men.'

"And we, the Comanche say, we would rather be dead.

"It will not be a remembered fight when you kill us, "because we are few now, and have few weapons.

"But we will fight, "and we will die Comanche.

>> Thank you, Big McLintock.

>> Am I to gather the Comanche defy the government of the United States?

>> Yes, you may gather that the Comanche defy the United States government.

Or at least, this commission.

>> Gentlemen.

(commission whispering) It is the order of this court that these chiefs be incarcerated until such time as the detachment of United States Cavalry be made available, to escort them and the Comanche Nation to Fort Sill.

This court is adjourned.

>> Oh, McLintock!

You are important chief amongst these white people!

Sway them!

Have them give us few guns to make the fight worthwhile.

Let us have one last remembered fight for end of Comanche!

>> I almost wish I could arrange that, Puma.

(speaking in foreign language) >> Sergeant.

>> Yes.

First squad, carry on, gentlemen.

(people chattering) >> It's sad, these changing times.

>> It isn't the times that are changing, Mama.

(Comanche singing lively) >> G.W.

>> Hello, Lem.

(lively music plays in saloon) Bunny.

>> Oh, howdy, McLintock.

Figured you'd be belly-down drunk by now.

>> I've been doing some thinking drinking, Bunny.

Is that boxcar still on the siding?

>> Well sure, but-- >> But what?

>> I don't like it.

>> You don't, eh?

>> You figure if them Indians get out of there, and lead the cavalry on a wild goose chase, the great white father's gonna get nosy-- >> Get nosy, and he'll investigate, and when they find out how that side saddle governor's been messing things up, they'll give those Indians a fair trial.

>> That's live ammunition in that boxcar.

You know what'll happen if them Indians get some guns in their hands?

Somebody gonna get hurt.

>> Is Puma's word good enough for you?

>> Well I don't... McLintock, you got yourself a partner.

>> Leave me out of this.

>> Hey, McLintock.

>> Good night, Bunny.

Good night, Governor.

(Bunny laughs) >> Governor.

♪ Where is the Katie with her light red hair ♪ ♪ Sweet as the roses on the summer air ♪ ♪ I'll find her somewhere while the moon is high ♪ ♪ And tell her that I love her ♪ ♪ And I'll love her till I die ♪ Katie!

Katie Gillhooley!

The master is home!

Katie!

Katie!

(bright music) Katherine Gilhooley McLintock!

Where is the woman of the house?

>> Mrs. Warren: Mr. McLintock.

>> McLintock: Oh, there you are... Mrs. Warren.

Oh, good evening.

>> I waited up for you, Mr. McLintock.

>> Oh, how nice.

>> Mrs. Warren: See, I wanna talk to you about something.

>> Delighted, delighted.

309 times straight.

>> I beg your pardon?

>> 309 times straight without a miss.

Gotta be a record.

>> Mrs. Warren: I suppose so.

Now, Mr. McLintock, what I wanted to say-- >> Two pound Stetson, six inch brim, 53 feet in the air.

It's gotta be a record.

>> I'm sure it is, but, the reason-- >> Dag-nabbit, woman, can't you hold that glass still?

>> Of course, sir.

>> Now, down the hatch to my world's record.

Down the hatch.

>> Yes, sir.

(low tuba music) >> And now, to the governor of our territory.

>> The governor of the territory, sir?

>> Now, don't you stick up for him, Mrs. Warren.

You're a fine woman, Mrs. Warren, but you'll certainly go down in my estimation if you stick up for Cuthbert H. Humphrey, governor of this territory.

>> I don't mean to change-- >> Down the hatch.

>> Oh, yes sir, down the hatch.

>> Cuthbert H. Humphrey, Governor of our territory is a cull.

You know what a cull is, Ma'am?

A cull is a specimen that is so worthless, that you have to cut him out of the herd.

Now if all the people in the world were put in one herd, Cuthbert is the one I would throw my rope at.

At whom I would throw my rope at.

Natural-born cull.

Another touch, Ma'am?

>> Oh, no, sir, no.

Well, I don't mind if I do.

>> Good, can't walk on one leg.

Oh, I didn't mean to be vulgar, Ma'am.

Can't walk on one limb.

>> Mrs. Warren: It's all right.

>> Sounds silly, only a bird can walk on a limb.

You know my wife?

Her name's Kate.

She insists on being called Katherine.

Do you know her?

>> Of course, Mr. McLintock, and that's what I wanted to talk to you-- >> Well she thinks that Cuthbert H. Humphrey is panting for her like a bull buffalo at the first green of the spring.

But what Cuthbert is panting for is my money.

>> Tsk, tsk, tsk.

>> Don't make me feel like I'm drinking alone, Ma'am.

>> Very well, Mr. McLintock.

If you insist.

Down the hatch.

>> Good.

(lighthearted music) >> Mr. McLintock, I have something very important to say to you.

Very important.

(laughs) Guess it'll have to wait till the morning.

Toodle.

>> Oh!

>> No, it's all right.

It's all right.

Beddy bye-bye.

(bright music) Whoops, oh.

>> Mrs. Warren.

Let me assist you.

>> Mrs. Warren: Very kind.

(bright music) (Mrs. Warren giggles) >> Oh, oh, oh!

(both screaming) (both laughing) >> Whoops.

(giggling) >> What's going on here?

>> Now Katherine, are you going to believe what you see, or what I tell you?

(Kate sighs) >> Mrs. McLintock, hope you won't misunderstand.

>> It's the first hundred women sitting on his lap that I misunderstood.

Number 101 is quite simple.

Now G.W.

McLintock, I have...

He's gone to sleep.

Just when I know exactly what I want to say to him, he goes to sleep.

>> I waited up to talk to Mr. McLintock.

I wanted to tell him I was quitting.

You see, Sheriff Lord has asked me to marry him.

>> Well, congratulations.

I don't want to seem prudish, but if you are going to marry Sheriff Lord, it seems that you're sitting on the wrong man's lap.

(light music) (women chuckling) Come on, I'll help you upstairs.

We'll have a long talk about men in general.

>> Ladies.

One moment.

(Mclintock groans) >> Watch out, you'll get us all killed!

(Mclintock groans) (Kate screaming) (dramatic music) >> Wait a minute, ladies, till I catch my breath, and I'll get you up those stairs, as sure as my name is George Washington McLintock.

(glass shatters) (upbeat music) (playful lighthearted music) >> Kate: You may be quitting, Mrs. Wallace.

>> Mrs. Warren.

>> But not tomorrow.

I want my breakfast in bed.

>> I know, toast lightly browned.

>> Somebody sure put a knob on my skull.

>> It was Katie.

I was thinking.

>> Katie, why?

>> Well, Mrs. Warren was there.

>> Oh.

>> And there you was there.

>> Oh.

>> And there that whiskey bottle was there.

And Katie's temper being what Katie's temper is, well, there you are.

>> Drago, old friend.

>> Huh?

>> My wife does not understand me.

>> Well, she is different in the anatomy.

Come on, I gotta get you upstairs.

Get you ready for that big celebration tomorrow.

>> Watch it!

(men groaning) (dramatic music) Drago, I am sleeping in the den.

(bright marching band music) (firecrackers exploding) (donkeys braying) (children laughing) >> Hooligans!

Ain't got no respect for your elders.

(fireworks popping) >> Children: Bunny lost the temper!

Bunny lost the temper!

Bunny lost the temper!

Bunny lost the temper!

Bunny lost his temper!

Bunny lost his temper!

>> Scalawags!

Hooligans!

Hope you get to the measles!

(horse neighs) >> Come on, get him aboard.

Is everybody ready?

>> Man at number five needs a flank sit.

>> Get him one.

Let us know when you're ready.

>> Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you, the governor of our territory.

Cuthbert H. Humphrey.

(crowd clapping) >> Thank you, Mayor.

My friends, and citizens of this great territory, this is the ninth consecutive year it has been my privilege and my pleasure to inaugurate the McLintock 4th of July Celebration.

Now, the first event will be the wild horse race.

But, before I fire this shot to start the event, I would like to say a few modest words regarding my stewardship of this great territory.

(dynamite thuds) (explosion pops) (lively music) (crowd whooping) (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) >> Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!

>> All right, Professor Birnbaum.

>> Gentlemen.

(bright band music plays) >> Here, Crazy Horse.

>> Come on, get them all lined up.

Now come here, Ching.

Now boys, you all know the rules.

It's twice around the inside, and once around the outside.

First cowboy that hits that finish line, without busting that egg, is the winner.

And I caution you boys about some of them eggs, cause some of them eggs are last year's holdovers.

All right, mount up.

(gun fires) (crowd cheering) (lively music) >> Katherine, my dear.

You seem to be enjoying yourself.

>> Oh, yes, this is wonderful.

It's the only thing I really do enjoy about this barbaric country, the 4th of July celebration.

>> Cuthbert: Well, Katherine, I've been here for three days.

I haven't heard from you, is anything wrong?

>> Wrong?

>> Well I just hope that it hasn't been necessary for you to say anything to G.W.

>> What are you talking about?

>> Katherine, you see, I'm in a rather delicate position, being governor of the territory and all.

I just hope you haven't found it necessary to say anything about... >> About what?

>> About you and me.

(Kate laughing) >> Why you pompous windbag.

Do you think that you're the only man who's ever tried to play patty fingers with me?

Who's ever tried to lure me into the moonlight?

>> Well, no, but I-- >> Well, I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself, and my husband knows it.

I can assure you, Governor, that your reputation is untarnished.

Now get out of my way.

(crowd cheering) (horses galloping) (crowd laughing) >> Folks, we got ourselves a winner.

Curly Fletcher.

(crowd clapping) >> Mazel tov, Curly!

>> Give me the egg.

Disqualified.

(men laughing) >> Here you go, Curly.

>> G.W., you'll never believe what happened over there.

>> What?

>> You smell of beer.

>> Well, naturally, I'm drinking beer.

>> Ladies and Gentlemen, the next event will be a contest between the two bronco-busting champions of our territory.

>> Remember the year I rode in that event?

Wore your garters to hold up my sleeves?

(men laughing) We had a bet, and I won it.

>> George Washington McLintock, you are a very crude man.

>> Well I guess so, but that was a rough horse, liked to jarred my insides loose.

But it was worth it.

(Kate gasps) (men laughing) >> Free beers.

(crowd cheering) (ominous music) >> One, two, three!

Go!

(crowd cheering) (suspenseful music) (crowd cheering) >> Come on, you got him!

(crowd gasping) Devlin, you all right?

>> I guess so.

Nothing busted but my pride.

>> Well, that ought to even things up, farmer.

>> For what?

>> For that sore nose you gave me the other day.

>> Well, that ain't what's sore on him.

(crowd laughing) (suspenseful music) (natives yelping) >> The closing event is the clap pony race.

The finish line is at the barbecue so start meandering.

Come on.

>> Now, what is that, false courage?

(Junior chuckles) Why you know what Douglas doesn't ever you use a thing like that.

I want you to get on that horse, get out in front, and stay out in front.

>> I'll be out front, Dad, all the way.

>> Good boy.

Now remember, stay out in front.

That Agamemnon's a good horse.

(crowd chattering) (horses neighing) >> Whoa, Agamemnon.

(train engine chugging) (train whistle blows) >> 11:40 and she's all done.

>> Whoa, whoa, boy!

(train whistle sounding) (dramatic music) (riders shouting) >> Whoa, boy!

(suspenseful music) Agamemnon, come on boy, whoa!

(suspenseful music) (train whistle blows) (explosion booming) (suspenseful music) (natives whooping) (speaking in foreign language) (guns firing) (guns firing) (glass breaking) >> Oh, Maclan!

Best party.

Where's the whiskey?

(guns firing) (glass breaking) >> Whose idea was this stunt?

>> Stunt, doggone it!

Them are real bullets!

(guns firing) (Kate gasps) (guns firing) (cavalry trumpet blaring) (suspenseful music) (cavalry trumpet) >> Thinking that's about all excitement you'd want, for one 4th of July, eh?

>> Puma finally got his way, but I reckon he's riding out his last war party.

>> He won't get very far.

>> But one thing still has me puzzled.

Where did they get the guns?

>> I was wondering the same thing.

>> My kidney's been bothering me.

>> Bunny.

>> G.W., psst.

(McLintock laughing) What an idiotic joke.

>> Joke, do you think that was a joke?

>> Well, shut up!

Do you want everybody in town to see me?

>> McLintock: You look good in feathers.

(Kate gasps) (crowd clamoring) >> Becky: Dev, I think they've gone.

>> Devlin: Yeah.

>> What do you want to do about it?

>> What can I do?

>> Nothing!

Just like you've always done.

(sighs) (crowd chattering) >> How long, G.W.?

>> How long, what?

>> Katherine.

>> Drago: She's been riding herd on you for two years now.

>> I'm a peaceable man, but my father used to say.

"You raise your voice, it doesn't do any good.

"It's time to raise your hand!"

>> Well I've been planning to do something about it.

I'll have another talk with her.

>> Talk to her!

Talk to her!

Talking won't do any good!

>> Becky, have you seen your... What's been happening around here?

You've got hay all over you.

>> Been some mighty sneaky goings on here, during that raid, Mr. McLintock.

>> Who was it said, "Only a trollop would kiss a man, "before they were formally engaged?"

>> Oh, but we are engaged, sir.

>> You are?

>> That is, with your permission.

>> Well, you've got it.

Oh, Mrs. Warren?

>> I think it's wonderful.

>> I guess this is the only engagement that ever started off with a spanking.

(all laughing) >> Mm-hmm.

I reckon Birnbaum is right.

>> All right.

>> Lord bless us this is gonna be a great day.

>> Doggone it, folks.

Let's don't let a little old Indian raid wreck up a good baroque and a rodeo.

(crowd cheering) The meats on!

>> Let's go.

>> You contestants, get ready for the cow pulley race.

(crowd cheering) (knocking on door) >> Who is it?

>> McLintock: It's me, let me in.

>> Not now.

>> Right now.

>> Kate: Are you insane?

>> I wanna talk to you.

(dramatic music) >> I'll have to wait.

(glass shattering) Oh, G.W.

>> I've taken all I'm gonna take from you.

>> Kate: You are insane.

>> You are going to tell me why you packed up, picked up, and walked out on me.

>> Two years ago, you remember, you came home from Denver, with lipstick all over your!

(screams) (crowd laughing) >> Lipstick on my collar!

(crowd laughing) >> I've got the shirts to prove it!

>> Who cares!

>> Why you big!

(gasps) (suspenseful music) (crowd laughing) (dramatic music) >> Woman: Katherine!

>> Katherine!

(crowd laughing) >> G.W., you are a ruffian.

>> Cuthbert, you are right.

(crowd laughing) >> Well, what kind of a family is that?

>> The best.

>> And dangerous, fella.

(dramatic music) >> Who won the race?

>> Who cares, Agard?

History's being made.

(dramatic music) (crowd laughing) (crowd clamoring) >> Yes, Rufus?

>> I regret to inform you I've changed my mind about matrimony.

>> Rufus!

(dramatic music) (crowd clamoring) (fabric tearing) >> Hey, Mrs. McLintock!

(dramatic music) >> Katherine.

Katherine!

>> Keep them out of here.

>> Jake: Everybody out.

(tomatoes smashing) (dramatic music) (objects crashing) (objects clattering) >> Looks like G.W.

's buying out the whole store.

I'm afraid you're right.

(objects crashing) >> Crummy family!

Crummy family!

>> Jake: G.W.

(Kate screaming) >> G.W., G.W.!

(Kate gasping) (crowd clamoring) G.W., G.W.!

(Kate screaming) (crowd laughing) >> Oh, Mrs. McLintock, you're all wet.

>> Am I?

You're in.

(crowd laughing) >> Wrong woman, G.W.

>> Oh, pardon me.

(dramatic music) (gentle music) >> Mrs. McLintock!

You setting a new style?

(Kate gasps) (crowd muttering) >> Shh.

(sighs in relief) (gentle music) >> Mr. McLintock, in here.

(Kate gasps) (suspenseful music) (window shattering) (crowd laughing) (dramatic music) (Kate screaming) >> If I ever get through this humiliation, you'll rue the day you ever met me.

>> Oh, bellyache and fight all you want, it won't do you any good.

You been digging those spurs into me for two years.

Now you're gonna get your comeuppance.

(bell dings) Thanks.

(Kate screaming) >> My father would be proud of you.

(Kate screaming) >> I'll make him prouder!

(suspenseful music) (Kate screaming) >> Drago: Whoa.

>> Stop it!

(screaming) (Kate groans) >> Keep it, you may need it.

Now get your divorce.

(Kate groans) Home and don't spare the horse.

>> Home?

>> You heard me.

>> Don't think you're gonna get rid of me that easy!

>> Hyah!

(dramatic music) (crowd laughing) (bright music) >> McLintock: No more living in the capitol?

>> Kate: No.

>> McLintock: No more Newport in season?

>> Kate: Nope.

>> McLintock: No more dancing at the governor's ball?

>> Kate: No, G.W.

>> McLintock: Happy days.

>> Kate: 310 times without a miss.

(laughs) That's a record.

(bright music)