Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 12, Episode 20 - The Reluctant American - full transcript

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Whoa, ho!

That's Mallory cattle down there,
isn't it?

They're a long way
from Mallory Range.

Yeah, but who's driving 'em?

We better take a look.

Hey.

See those rustlers
were at it again.

Thanks, you Cartwrights
did us a big favor.

Me and Stokely
been hunting this bunch.



Heard the firing.

How many rustlers this time?

There's four of them.
I think I winged one 'em.

They scattered in the breaks.

Well, we'll track 'em,
but I don't expect it'll do much good.

Once in there,
they're gone like smoke.

Yeah.

Descriptions would help

if you got that close.

No, we didn't.

Ah, it's just my luck.

What I need is more men.

But all I get from the owners
is another letter saying, uh,

cut down expenses.



You ever tried
talking to them in-person?

I'm afraid that'd be a long ride.
They live in London.

Well, let's get on with it.

Our yearly board meeting
just completed.

And investments in India,
Malay, Burma,

all paying a respectable 12% profit

with one exception.

- Uh, yes...
- This Mallory cattle ranch.

- Yes, I was trying...
- Yearly loss...

6,000 pounds.

Shocking.

Oh, 5,920 pounds, to be exact, sir.

A round figure, 6,000.

Always said it was a bad idea.

Still say it's a bad idea.

I imagine you have a defense
of some kind?

I'd like to hear it now,
but please be brief.

Lord Gore Stanhope,
I don't with to sound disrespectful,

but there is no more
profitable investment

than cattle ranching
in the United States.

A 6,000 pound loss
scarcely proves that.

Well, sir, we've had difficulties,
I agree,

but the returns can be enormous.

To look after the ranch site,
for one thing, is almost nothing.

Taxes and salaries, negligible.

And there are thousands of miles
of grazing land in Nevada,

all absolutely free.

Our only expense
is the buying of the livestock.

Where's the profit?

Well, we've suffered losses.

Cattle have been rustled... stolen.

You feel this project is sound?

Yes, indeed, I do, sir.

Then I suggest you go to this Nevada
and put it on a paying basis,

or look for other employment.

Well, there's nothing
I would rather do but, uh,

my wife happens to be
expecting a baby.

That's very commendable,
Mr. Harwood.

For the sake of your future,
for your family's future,

I suggest
you book passage immediately.

Yes, sir.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Hyah, hyah!

Coachman, do be careful
with the pram.

But, ma'am, there ain't no such thing
on the list.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I mean the baby carriage.

Hey. Huh, we got us
some distinguished visitors.

Ha!

The least we could do is say hello.

Uh...

Trouble with you men is

you don't know
how to meet society folk.

Mingled with hundreds of them
when I traveled all over the world.

Let's go meet 'em.

And I'll teach you how to curtsey.

Stay where you are.

I just wanna be friendly.

Well, just keep your nose out of things
that ain't none of your business.

This city's gonna get a bad name
if we don't greet folks sociably.

I said, stay out of it now,
and I mean it.

Mr. Harwood, I'm Zac Bolton,
foreman at the Mallory ranch.

How do you do?
I'm glad you got my letter.

This is Mrs. Harwood.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

I've reserved the best room
at the hotel for you,

and we can get
the rest of your things later.

We had planned to go
straight to the ranch.

Well, I thought you and the missus

might want to, uh, get rested
and cleaned up first,

and then, uh, in the morning,

we can ride out to the ranch
and check things over.

I'll make it easy for you.

Don't worry,
you won't be stuck here long.

Mr. Bolton, this is more than a visit.

My job is to put the Mallory ranch
in a sound, profitable basis.

We expect to remain here until it is.

Mr. Harwood, you're not used
to ranching. It's a rough life.

Uh, particularly for someone
in your wife's condition.

I assume that babies have been born
on ranches before.

Well, of course.

Well, then I suggest
that you order a carriage,

so that we can get
to the ranch immediately.

Mr. Bolton, you seem awfully worried.
Is anything wrong?

Ma'am, I tried to tell your husband
this ride could be dangerous.

Those rustlers
are just looking for trouble

ever since Joe Cartwright
winged one of 'em.

Mr. Bolton, we shall
just have to take our chances

Down, both of you!

You go on to the ranch.

I'll take care of this bunch.

Gillian, you all right?

Oh, I'm fine.
Baby kicked a little more than usual.

I think all that noise
must've disturbed him a bit.

Perhaps we should do
as Bolton suggested,

go back to the hotel.

Darling, you've got a job to do.

We didn't travel all these miles
for me to stand in your way.

That's my girl.

Come on! Giddy-up!

Leslie, I had no idea,
it's absolutely breathtaking!

My dear, the firm considers
the Mallory ranch a white elephant.

Perhaps now
they'll listen to my judgment.

Uh, please don't forget the pram.

Don't worry, Hop Sing
come back for everything.

No understand why
nobody tell Hop Sing people coming.

Well, it must've been an oversight.

No understand oversight.
They just stupid!

- Oh, Leslie, it's charming.
- Hmm.

So much like the Ridgley place
in Uxbridge.

Oh, I must say
I had the wrong impression about both.

Everything's in superb order.

Oh, there's so much I can do
to make it a little more cozy.

I can't wait to see the rest of it.

Missy? Mister? Where you go?

Uh, do bring everything up here.

We've found just the right room
for the nursery.

No, no, no, no!
You no change nothing!

You wait, I come!

No, no, no, no change!
No change nothing!

No, no, you wait!

Oh...

You wait for me!
You no change nothing!

No change nothing!

Hop Sing coming now!
You wait, no change!

No can do!
This Mr. Hoss bedroom!

Well, I haven't the slightest idea
who Mr. Hoss is,

but we represent the owners.

When Mr. Cartwright sell this place?

Oh, well over two years ago.

He not tell me nothing.

Now, don't you worry, my dear fellow.
Your position is quite secure.

Leslie, it's absolutely perfect.

Naturally, we'll have to redo it in pink
if it's a girl.

Oh, no, no, no, no!
Mr. Hoss not gonna like that!

Oh, I'm sure he won't mind.

We shall find
every comfortable quarters for him.

Uh, don't you think
this is quite unsuitable for the baby?

Yes,
you're quite right, my dear.

No! No, no, no,
That Mr. Hoss favorite girl.

No! Hey, come back!

Hey, what's going on here anyhow?

We're just getting the nursery in order.

- What?
- How do you do?

I'm Leslie Harwood.
This is my wife, Gillian.

Hi.

Did, uh, Mr. Bolton not mention
we were coming?

Bolton?

Yes, some rustlers attacked us
on the road,

and Bolton went after them.

We decided to come straight on ahead
and move in.

I don't quite know how to tell you this,
Mr. Harwood, but, uh...

I think you're on the wrong ranch.

This is the Ponderosa.

The Mallory ranch
is still quite a few miles farther up.

Well, I'm terribly sorry.
How very embarrassing.

You see?

Mr. Cartwright not sell Ponderosa
before asking Hop Sing.

Oh, I'll, uh, put everything back
exactly the way we found it.

Oh, don't trouble yourself.

Mrs. Harwood, please,
won't you sit down?

Well, I should have known better.

Perhaps you'd, uh, give us
the proper directions.

Well, I think it's a bit late
to go to the Mallory ranch today.

Why don't you people stay here
for supper and stay the night,

and then we'll show you
the right way in the morning.

Oh, no, we couldn't
possibly impose on you.

No trouble at all.

We might even be able to tell you

a little bit about cattle ranching
in this part of the world.

I take it you've just
arrived in the country.

Yes, sir, we have.

I'm a banker,

and I'm here
to look into the management

of the Mallory ranch.

You see, the only way
Leslie could keep his job

- was by coming out...
- No, Gillian, please.

We mustn't burden them
with our troubles.

Well, it's no burden.

What about the invitation?
Will you stay?

Oh, Leslie, couldn't we stay?
We've been so much trouble.

I'm sure
they wouldn't mind a little more.

Of course there won't be
any more trouble.

Hop Sing,
we'll have guests for supper.

Ah, Mr. Bolton, I'm afraid
we've picked the wrong ranch.

Did you catch the desperadoes?

No, they got too far ahead of me.

Zac, what with
Mrs. Harwood's condition,

I thought it best if our English friends
stay the night with us.

We'll bring them over in the morning.

So, we'll see you tomorrow, hm?

Fine.

Ben, um, I think
they're being a little foolish

staying out on the ranch.

They really don't belong out there.

Could you talk to them for me?

Thanks.

Right on down there.

Yes, this is, uh, a little bit more
what I was expecting yesterday.

Or a little less.

But maybe it'll look better
after we clean it up a bit.

Good heavens.

Well, it looks as though
we can start almost anywhere.

Almost anything
would be an improvement.

It, uh, certainly doesn't look
like the Ponderosa.

No, ma'am, it sure doesn't.

Something's been burned
into the mantelpiece.

That's the ranch brand, sir,
the flying M for Mallory ranch.

I see, so it is.

Where do I find Mr. Bolton?

Oh, he's probably in the barn
or the bunkhouse.

I'll tell him you're here.

Thank you.

Flying M,

Mallory ranch brand...

We, uh, really do have
a lot to learn, don't we?

Yes. One thing I do know,

we shall need
at least a dozen charwomen

to clean this place up.

Oh, darling, I don't think they have
that many charwomen in Nevada.

We're just gonna have to
pitch in for ourselves.

Darling, I am sorry.

Don't be sorry.

I have the most beautiful
pregnancy planned.

Being bundled into bed
at the first sign of discomfort,

and sending you off to the shops
for all these exotic foods.

I think that might prove
a little difficult.

Oh, and then at 8:00 one morning...

Why, the time plans that
you wouldn't be late for the office.

We'd have our baby
in our very own flat.

It doesn't look as though
it's going to work out quite that way.

No.

- Mr. Bolton.
- Uh, Mr. Harwood.

Ma'am.

Well, I see you got here all right, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

as you can see,
I had the house all cleaned up for you.

Yes, we noticed.

Haida!

I had my gear all moved out
into the bunkhouse,

so as not to be in your way.

Uh, it's very kind of you.

Haida, here,
she's been keeping house for me.

I figured she could do the same
for the missus.

Oh, excellent.

I thought I told you
to get this junk out of here. Now do it!

Mr. Bolton, we address our help
in civil tones always.

Help? She's my daughter.

Even so.

Leave those.

Did you bring those flowers?

Thank you, they're lovely.

If you could show me to the bedrooms,
then I could start unpacking.

Only one more load, Mr. Harwood.

Thank you.

Well, I see you brought yourself
some help.

Master Hunter's been good enough
to show us the way here.

He's been very helpful.

Master Hunter?

Now, I want to start
counting the cattle immediately.

Count it?

- You want us to bring 'em in here so...
- I want a saddle horse.

I want to inspect the cattle.

One saddle horse coming up.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing, sir.

The way you're staring,
one would think

you'd never seen
riding clothes before.

Oh, I've seen riding clothes before,

but not quite like those.

Well?

Um, I got a couple horses for you.

Well, I saddled two so's, uh,
you could have a choice.

Uh, Firecracker here, he's...
Well, he's dependable.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

Mr. Harwood,
I wouldn't take that horse...

Uh, then there's, uh, Sleepy here.

Now, of course, he's a little younger.

Hm, obviously.

He's a side-winding crazy horse!

Oh, he's a bit frisky,
but, uh, like I said, choice is yours.

Mr. Harwood, please don't.

This one.

You haven't got a saddle with, uh...

without that ridiculous horn, have you?

Afraid not.
That's all we use hereabouts.

Stirrups seem a little long.

Still, when in Rome...

Yee-ah-ho!

Ah, ah!

Oh! Oh!

Yo! Yo!

Whenever you're ready, Mr. Bolton.

All right, I'll saddle up.

Uh, Firecracker?

Dependable horse.

You, uh, warned him, didn't you?

I tried, but I didn't think...

My husband was expecting it.

He said there's always
a bit of hazing going on

when a new man arrives.

He was in the Queen's cavalry,
you know?

Please, you must not, the baby.

Oh, I'm sure by now,

this baby's accustomed
to almost anything.

You must rest.

Oh, I mustn't get used to this.

Feels too good.

Your wood box is full, Mrs. Harwood.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm sure
Mr. Cartwright must be expecting you.

Oh, no, ma'am,
he said I could stay around

as long as I was helping you
and didn't get underfoot.

You're helping a lot.

It's been a pleasure, ma'am.

You could use some kindling.
I'll go swipe you some.

I was surprised when Mr. Bolton said
you were his daughter.

I mean, the way he speaks to you.

He shouts, it's his way.

Well, doesn't your mother object to it?

I don't remember.
She died when I was little.

I'm sorry.

She was Nez Percé.

Daughter of a chief.

Well, then that makes you a princess.
And you look like one.

Will you stay at the ranch long?

Only until Mr. Harwood
gets his affairs straightened out.

I am very good with babies.

Then I hope you stay here
as long as we do.

Gentlemen, this cattle rustling
has deeply upset me, and my firm.

They do not suffer losses lightly.

However, they are prepared
to reward vigilance generously.

For any month
in which no cattle are stolen,

you will all be paid a 5% bonus
payable at the end of the year.

Now, this could amount
to a sizeable nest egg.

End of the year?
Who wants to wait that long?

Be more inviting
if you make it once a month.

Yeah, the silver dollar
ain't interested in a nest egg.

They want cash money.

Ridgeley & Richardson
have operated this method since 1786.

The end-of-the-year bonus
encourages savings.

Me, I'm interested in spending.

Uh, Mr. Harwood,
you forgot to mention

a couple of things you told me.

Did I, Jamie?

Yes, sir, you said you were gonna
have the herd guarded day and night.

Half the hands working
and the other half off.

Of course.

Uh, Mr. Bolton,

perhaps you would be kind enough
to draw up schedule?

And the reward?

For capturing the cattle rustlers?

But I thought the bonus would, uh...

In addition to the bonus,

I will pay a reward of $200
for any information

leading to the arrest and conviction
of the cattle rustlers.

There you are. Give you a chance
to earn some real money.

Yeah. Or a bullet in the head.

Lord Gore Stanhope
isn't going like this.

Since we left London,
the losses have increased.

Round figure is 7,000 pounds.

Our cattle are branded.

Why hasn't somebody seen
and reported them?

They're just plain vanished.

How could they?

Well, anyone can get rid
of 50 or 60 head of cattle

around Virginia City easy.

You know, restaurants,
boarding houses, hotels.

I looked into that.

Well, maybe you ought to get
the sheriff to help you.

Mr. Harwood,

I been doing my job,
and I expect to go on doing it,

but not if I have to have
half-drawn brats telling me how!

I was just simply
making a few suggestions.

- And good ones, too.
- Thank you.

Now, you just listen to me, both of you!

I will not have him
snapping at my heels!

You send him back to the Ponderosa,
or you just get yourself a new foreman.

And remember, the men go with me!

Mr. Bolton, I will not permit myself
to be threatened.

Tell the men,
I'll have their wages ready for them.

Haida!

I'm going.

If you wanna go with me,
get your clothes together right now.

Miss Harwood, if there's any trouble
with the rustlers, remember,

your husband brought it on himself,
because I won't be here, or my men.

I'm sorry.

Don't be, it wasn't your fault.

He goes, he want me to go.

That's why I am sorry.

It's not what we want.

Your father expects you to go with him.

No, he said many times
that he would like to get rid of me.

Sure didn't wait.

Writing a report?

To myself.

I should write a letter
to Lord Gore Stanhope.

"My Lord, in the space of a few hours
under my superb management,

"the Mallory ranch now has no foreman
and not a single ranch hand."

Oh, darling.

I wish you could've
recommended an investment

other than cattle ranching.

Young Jamie went to bed early.
Shouldn't he be up by now?

He's up a long time ago.
He's gone now.

Gone?

Yes, I was in his bedroom. He's gone.

His horse is gone, too.

Oh, don't worry, darling.
Eat something.

Young Jamie
probably feels responsible

because Mr. Bolton
and all the hands left.

He's just gone back to the Ponderosa.

Now, have a little more tea.

You'd have a better appetite
if you had cup of strong, black coffee.

Only women drink tea in this country.

Well, in England, everyone drinks tea.

Now I insist,
one or two more mouthfuls.

No, I must go and look at the herd
and find some new men.

If I could remember where the herd is.

Bolton took me up there yesterday,
but, uh...

Willow Grace.

Yes, I know the place, but, uh...

I will ride with you.

I'd appreciate that.

I'll go get the horses.

Darling, you sure you're not
going to be frightened, being alone?

Have I been frightened up until now?

The herd is gone.

Yes.

Which is the best route
to the Ponderosa?

That way, where the grass is trampled.

Yes, I thought it might be.

You go back and take care
of Mrs. Harwood, will you?

I have a call to make.

Come on!

Mr. Cartwright!

Our neighbor Harwood's
in a flat-out hurry.

Yeah, I hope he don't fall off
that horse before he gets here.

Mr. Harwood, how you doing?

I'm looking for Master Hunter,
do you know where he is?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Jamie!

Hi, Mr. Harwood!

We were just moving the herd
to fresher graze,

then we were gonna
come over and see you.

Were you, really?

It might interest you to know

that every single head of cattle
on the Mallory ranch has disappeared.

You're kidding.

I'm sorry, I fail to find that amusing.

Flying M?

That's the Mallory brand.

Why are my cattle mixed with yours?

- To protect them.
- Yeah.

You see, Mr. Harwood, I was worried,

and I didn't wanna wake you up,
so I rode to the Ponderosa.

Jamie told us what happened.
You without help.

We thought the best thing we could do
was stand night watch over your herd.

Oh, really!

The rustlers were moving in
when we got there.

Yeah, they heard us coming and ran.

We thought
the simplest way to protect your herd

was to put them with ours.

These rustlers you say you saw,

they're very convenient scapegoats,
aren't they?

Oh, really, Mr. Cartwright,

the patriarchal manner, the gray hair,
the generous helping hand,

you had me completely fooled.

And as for sending the boy,

that's the mark of a true Fagin,
I must say.

I suppose you've done very well
fleecing other trusting souls.

Hey, look,
we're trying to save your herd.

I apologize, Mr. Harwood.

We should have told you
what we were doing,

and we would have,
had we had a man to spare.

Mr. Cartwright,
I cannot afford your help!

Now, I want my cattle returned
to the Mallory ranch immediately!

Hoss is cutting them out now.

I shall report this to the authorities.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright.
I guess I really messed things up.

Oh, it's not your fault, Jamie.
You were trying to help.

I'm the one who's responsible.

He's responsible now.

We'll send his cattle back,
and then the rustlers will move in.

They won't take a few head this time,
they'll take the whole herd.

Sheriff, I'm Leslie Harwood.
I'm in charge of the Mallory ranch.

I would like to make charges
against some cattle rustlers.

Well, I heard about you.

For a foreigner,
you sure did track 'em down fast.

You got the names?

- Benjamin Cartwright.
- Ben Cartwright?

Mr. Harwood, folks told me
you spoke a little funny,

but nobody said anything

about something being wrong
with your head.

I have the other names.

Mr. Joe Cartwright,
Mr. Hoss Cartwright

and Master Jamie Hunter.

Mr. Harwood, Ben Cartwright
owns the largest ranch in the state.

Now, what would he want
with your measly herd, huh?

Sheriff, it's a simple rule of business.

Just because a man has a great deal,

it doesn't mean to say
that he couldn't do with a bit more.

Oh, I see.

If the rest of this country
were as honest as Ben Cartwright,

I'd be out of a job.

I have more than sufficient proof.

Now, are you going to make out
the necessary papers,

or do I have to go
to a higher authority?

All right, I'll speak to Ben
and the boys

first time they come to town.

And now there's also
the question of, uh,

deputies, I think you call them.

Deputies.

Well, Mr. Bolton and the other hands

have decided
to seek employment elsewhere.

Since my firm, Ridgeley & Richardson
are extremely high taxpayers,

we would expect you to deputize
enough men to guard the herd.

Mister, we got all we can handle
to get together a posse

when there's a murder.

Now, if it were our responsibility
to provide men

to guard people's herds,

we'd have to bring 'em in here
in a wagonload.

This is very strange, I must say.

The English police
take a very different view

of their responsibilities.

Well, Nevada's a very large state.

You could take London
and put it right smack in the middle

and nobody'd even take notice.

Now, if you're gonna need
ranch hands,

you're gonna have to
get 'em yourself.

Then you refuse to cooperate?

You're gonna have to do
what everyone else does.

Pick up what you can around town,

wait for someone
to turn up in the grub line.

Grub line?

Drifters, saddle tramps,
pass through town every day.

You feed 'em, size 'em up.
If you want 'em, hire 'em.

That is, providing they like you.

Yes. Well, I've got no time for that.

I must tell you that
I shall be writing a very long letter

to my firm in London
about your local law and order.

If that means
another Revolutionary War,

I guess we'll just
have to put up with it.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I wonder if...

Gentlemen.

Would any of you be interested
in some gainful employment?

It's that fella
that came in on the stage.

He wears funny clothes.

Uh, gentlemen, may I have
your attention for a moment?

Talks funny, too.

Cherokee, you just don't know
about foreigners.

Now, what was that you said, mister?

I asked if any of you

would be interested
in gainful employment?

What I said, he talks funny.

Cherokee, if you travel
as much as I have,

you'd find everybody talks funny

unless they happen
to be living next door.

Now, would you try that again, mister?

I am seeking employees.

More precisely,
I need to hire some ranch hands.

See, all you gotta do is listen.

Now, mister,
there's all kinds of ranch hands.

There's wranglers,
drovers, bronc peelers,

cooks, swampers
and just plain, old roustabouts.

Now, what do you have in mind?

Men to take care of a herd of cattle.

No post hole digging.

Not that I'm aware of.

'Cause if there's any fence building,
old Cherokee here, he ain't interested

'cause that post hole digger
hurts his hands.

I need men to take care of the herd
of cattle on the Mallory ranch.

I will pay the going wage.

Mallory ranch, why?
What happened to Bolton?

Resigned, he's no longer
with the organization.

There he goes again.

What he means is Bolton got fired.

Um, how's the grub?

I think you will find it satisfactory.

Good grub,
a going wage, no post holes.

Cherokee, we got us a job. Ha-ha!

Splendid! Gentlemen, follow me!

Thanks, Jamie.

- Oh, hi.
- Jamie.

Well, boys, how'd it go?

Well, we got that Mallory herd
back over on the home ground.

- We left them on good grass.
- Good.

Boy, some of those cattle
must be half jack rabbit.

Gave us quite a run.

That table looks a mile away.

I wonder if Hop Sing
can serve dinner right here.

It's not dinnertime yet.

Well, I was figuring on
getting a little bit of a nap.

Well, I was figuring on something else.

You know, the Mallory herd
is still unprotected.

And, uh, those cattle are gonna
keep on disappearing.

Well, I said that.

I know. But Mr. Harwood is a neighbor,

even though
he hasn't been working at it.

'Cause he didn't know.

Exactly.

And, uh, well,
we just can't let his cattle be stolen

just because he's made a mistake.

Look, he wanted his herd back,
we brought 'em back.

It's his problem now.

That's very true,
but I still feel that somebody

should be out there
just in case there's trouble.

Come on, Joseph.

Oh, look, it don't take three men
to look at a herd.

That's right.
Jamie, you stay here with me.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Hold on, his saddle's slipping.

Well, sir, you got yourself
a fine bunch of hands.

I hope so.

And you was real smart
picking me as a foreman.

I haven't picked a foreman yet.

Well, then I'll tell you
so you can choose the right man.

Now, sir,

there ain't a bit of this country
the Big Mac ain't seen.

I worked every kind of a ranch
you can think of.

Have you?

You heard of General Frémont,
the great explorer?

Well, sir, I was his first scout.

Why, he wouldn't
cross the Hudson River

less I was with him.

That's really very impressive.

And, uh...
I'm good with this old gun, too.

You know, I was a lawman.

I could've cleaned out
the Panhandle single-handed

if the government
hadn't have stepped in.

They was afraid
I was overshadowing the President.

I might say, you've given yourself
a very fine reference.

Well, sir, I'm the retiring kind.

I haven't even mentioned
the big things.

Come on!

Ho, ho, ho!

Okay, they're moving nice.
Keep moving.

That's Bolton stealing our cattle.

Yeah. One thing for sure,
he ain't alone.

I'm gonna put a stop to this.

He's gonna get off this ranch
and stay off it.

You mean, you're just gonna tell him?

Of course I am.

Come on!

You ain't even wearing a... a gun!

Come on! Get up, come on!

Harwood's spotted us! Take cover!

Guess he don't wanna talk,
least he don't act like it.

Where are the others?

I guess they didn't like the job.

You do have a rifle on your horse,
don't you?

Yeah, but no bullets.

See, I ain't been working much lately,
and I can't afford 'em.

Hey, how come you don't carry
any kind of gun?

I didn't expect a gun battle
with ex-employees.

Savages, yes.

Well, it's the same thing.
They ain't exactly friendly.

Too many years, too many bottles.

My hand won't stop shaking.

I'll do it.

Move out!

Hey, somebody taught you.

Yes, a few gunnery sergeants
at the small arms school.

Bullets.

Uh, like I said, I...
ain't been working much lately.

Well, you will be from now on.

Cover me!

Get up.

Drop it.

I'm gonna save your company
your fare back to England.

Burying's much cheaper.

I have an apology
to make to you people, don't I?

I behaved rather foolishly.

It ain't necessary.

Oh, yes, it is.

Thank you, very much.

In the name of the Father,
of the Son, of the Holy Ghost,

I christen thee
Leslie Benjamin Harwood.

I don't know if that boy of yours
is gonna like his middle name.

I'm sure he will in time.

Ah.

Oh, uh, from the Cartwrights
and from Jamie.

A gift for the little boy.

- Oh, Ben, you shouldn't have.
- No.

Why not? He's a special child.

He has dual citizenship.

Do you realize that he could
become British Prime Minister

or President of the United States?

Well, maybe even both, why not?

At the same time.

Ben, I've got something
that might interest you.

"Dear Mr. Harwood,

"your offer for the Mallory ranch
and cattle is herewith accepted."

There's more to it,
but that's the heart of it.

Then you're gonna stay in Nevada?

Yes, sir, we are.

You've acquired some new neighbors.

I'm delighted, truly delighted.

I was hoping
you were going to say that.