Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 13, Episode 13 - A Home for Jamie - full transcript

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Now we come to the naval battles
of the War of 1812.

The largest and most important
naval battle, where was it fought?

Margaret?

- Lake Erie.
- Correct.

Who was the commander
who won this important battle?

Phinney?

We did.

I asked you for the name of
the commander who won the battle.

Well, we're waiting.



It... It's coming. Just a second.

Jamie, can you answer this question?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, it was...

Oliver Hazzard.

- Nah, that ain't right.
- Perry.

Oliver Hazzard Perry.

That is correct.

And Phinney, you stay after school
and study your history.

You could have whispered it to me,
but you got to show off.

Arithmetic next.

Um, you seventh and eighth graders,
exchange papers.

- Give me that paper!
- Phinney!

Give it to me! Give me that paper!



Jamie! Phinney!

Stop it!

Back.

Whoa.

All right, here we go.

Just keep a better eye on this

than you did that door
you walked into, all right?

Just take a couple of wraps

around that wagon wheel,
will you, Jamie?

Yeah, I know. I got it.

What are you doing up here?

He did what?

He hit Phinney
in the middle of the classroom.

- Did you?
- Yes, sir.

He didn't even give me
a chance to defend myself.

- Is that true?
- Yeah, I guess so.

Well, would you mind telling us why?

I'm waiting, Jamie.

It was just something
between Phinney and me.

I see.

Phinney, can you shed
any light on this matter?

Well, it was just like he said.

- Who hit first?
- He did.

- Is that true?
- Yes, sir.

Well, I'll ask you once more. Why?

Jamie, there's no excuse
for fighting in a classroom.

You've embarrassed us all.

Mac, I apologize for Jamie's actions,

and Jamie will apologize as well.

Jamie.

I can't.

I think you'd better go to your room.

I don't understand
what's got into that boy.

When he's wrong,
he usually admits it.

Phinney, are you
holding something back?

- No, Pa.
- If I find out you are,

I'm gonna whale the tar out of you.

But, Pa, he... He hit me first.

Well, Ben, I don't mind telling you,
I'm a little embarrassed myself.

My boy's got 10 pounds on yours,
and look at him.

He's got two black eyes

and Jamie don't look like
he's hardly got a scratch.

But, Pa, he got the drop on me.

Oh, get on out of here, Alibi Ike.

I'm sorry, Ben.

I... I just had to find out
what's going on.

Don't worry. I intend
to find out for myself.

Hey, what happened to you, Phinney?
Did you walk into a door, too?

Nah, Jamie hit me.

- Oh, yeah?
- Jamie did all that?

Will you stop embarrassing me?

Old Jamie did pretty good.

Yeah, he really whopped it
on him, huh?

He sure did.

He wouldn't eat?

He say no thanks.

Jamie not eat,
something pretty wrong.

Something must be pretty wrong.

You know,
usually when he has problems,

he discusses them with us.

No use waste good stew.

Well, if he won't eat, he won't eat.
Don't worry about it.

All right. Hop Sing
not worry about Jamie.

Maybe you ought to go upstairs
and try talking to him again, huh?

I don't know.
He wouldn't say anything before.

No reason to think
he'll say anything now.

I sure wish I knew
what that fight was about.

Well, whatever it was,
it must have been pretty important

to get him acting like this.

Well, there's one way to find out
what that fight was about.

Talk to an eyewitness.

I'm going to see Miss Griggs.

- Want us to go along with you?
- No.

No, you just finish your dinner.

You know, Joe,

there was another eyewitness
to that fight.

- Phinney McLean.
- Right.

Why don't you and me go...
Go have a talk with him?

I'm with you.

Second call for dinner.

Fine kettle of stew.

No, thanks.

You only a boy.
You need food to grow on.

Heh. There's too much of me already.

The bigger I get,
the more trouble I get into.

You not as bad as you think.

Yeah, I know. I'm worse.

Maybe so things get better
when you full grown.

Eat stew.

You be a big man before you know it.

No, thanks.

Teaching eight grades,
I find it takes a little night work

to stay ahead of my students.

I'm sure it does.

Your housekeeper told me
that I'd find you here. I...

I hope I won't take up
too much of your time.

I've been expecting you.

You want to know
what started the fight.

Yes.

Phinney had something of Jamie's
and refused to return it.

Hmm.

So, uh, Jamie had cause.

Well, the classroom is no place
to settle an argument that way.

I agree.

I usually make myself
a pot of tea about this time.

Perhaps you'll join me.

Thank you. I'd like to.

Mr. Cartwright, may I ask
a very personal question?

Yes, of course.

Are you adopting Jamie?

Why do you ask that?

Excuse me.

I think that, uh, this will explain.

"Jamie Hunter,
Jamie Hunter Cartwright,

"Jamie H. Cartwright,
Jamie Cartwright."

Phinney took it from Jamie's desk.

He was going to show it
to the other children.

That's what started the fight.

Well...

Well, we know what he was thinking.

A very private thought.

Jamie didn't want anyone to know
until it happens...

If it happens.

I've given it serious... consideration.

There are several problems.

Jamie is an orphan, isn't he?

Yes.

But there may be relatives somewhere.

He must have a clear idea
of where he's from.

Everywhere, nowhere.

Miss Griggs...

Jamie's father was a rainmaker.

He traveled to a hundred towns
in a dozen states and territories.

Can't Jamie help?

Oh, he's tried. He's tried.

All he can remember is the travelling.

Oh, his father kept a journal, of sorts.

You know, names, a few addresses.

Mostly towns, dates of arrival,
dates of departure.

Weather, condition of the roads,
things like that.

I've written to every sheriff and mayor
in every one of those communities.

You must have had some answers.

Yes, a few...

And all of them from people
who knew no more

about Jamie and his father
than we did...

That they came,
stayed a few days, and moved on.

No wonder your home
means so much to Jamie.

It's the only security he's ever had.

Well, his father...

Gave him a very valuable
inner security...

A lot of love.

We've been able to give him
some roots, as well.

Mr. Cartwright,
what are you waiting for?

Not a thing.

Not a blessed thing.

"Jamie Cartwright."

It sure doesn't sound any better
to him than it does to me.

Well, it's beginning
to look pretty good.

Yeah, she was getting kind of filthy.

Joe.

Is, uh, Jamie still up?

Well, last time I heard,
he was doing his homework, yeah.

- See Miss Griggs?
- Yeah.

Did she tell you about the paper?

How do you know about the paper?

We talked to Phinney McLean.

Yeah. He's a real nice kid,
that Phinney.

Well, we wouldn't
know what we know

if he hadn't have told us
what he did.

We wouldn't know
how Jamie felt, would we?

Well, I think
we've probably known all along.

We've just been a little lax
in doing something about it.

Yeah, I think the time has come.

That is, if you two are in accord.

Oh, I... I don't know.

That's a... That's a pretty
important decision for us to make.

Yeah, I've already lived
through one little brother, Pa.

I don't know that I could
stand another one around.

The decision's unanimous.
You know that.

Absolutely, 100%.

I think we ought to do it right now.

Right.

I think we'd better check
with the party concerned.

No.

Jamie, maybe you didn't
understand what Pa said.

Oh, I understand.

We... We thought
you'd be as happy

about the adoption as we are.

Why should I be?

You all just feel sorry for me,
that's all.

Now, Jamie, that's not true.

We've always felt
you were part of our family.

- We just want to make it legal.
- No, you don't.

It's all because of that
dumb old paper in school

and that Phinney McLean, that's all.

You don't really want me around here.

Jamie, that just ain't so.

They had nothing to do with it.

Oh, they didn't?

Well, then, would you please tell me

just why you're bringing it up
tonight all of a sudden,

after all the trouble I got into today?

Well...
I admit maybe the timing...

Isn't of the best,

but believe me, this is
no spur-of-the-moment decision.

It's something we've been thinking
and wanting for some time.

Look, Mr. Cartwright,

you don't have to make
any excuses to me.

I'm a man and...

Well, almost, anyways,

and I can pull my own weight
around this ranch.

And anytime... Anytime at all,
you don't want me around anymore,

all you have to do is say so, all right?

Now, if you'll please excuse me,
I've got some homework to do.

Young man, I'm going to pick you up
after school tomorrow.

We're gonna ride into Virginia City.

What for?

You'll just have to
ride along to find out.

You make sure you wait for me
after school.

That contains everything
we know about Jamie,

except what he's told us, Judge.

Well, there's not a good deal
of help here, Ben.

No birth certificate for Jamie.

No wedding license for his parents.

There's a picture in there.

I know, Jamie.

I was merely trying
to find some reference

to your mother's maiden name.

Yes, sir.

Jamie never really knew her.
She died when he was about two.

Oh.

Did your father ever mention
where she came from?

What about your grandparents?

Did your father ever mention them?

No, sir.

Do you know anything about
any other possible blood relatives?

No, sir. Not a thing.

It's been what, Ben, about six months
since you first talked to me

about possibly adopting Jamie?

Yes.

You were going
to write to everyone

whose name and address
appears in these papers,

attempting to locate or communicate
with any possible blood relative.

Yes, I... I did that.
I... I wrote to all of them.

Most of the letters
were returned undelivered.

I wrote back to those who didn't reply.

I take it, without any success.

Well, that would certainly
seem to fulfill

the statutory requirements
of this state.

Inasmuch as no blood relatives
have placed a prior claim

so far as Jamie Hunter is concerned,

I would say
your legal request for adoption

now has complete validity.

Thank you.

There are still
some facts to be determined,

that you've provided
a good home for Jamie,

fulfilled his needs as to
proper food, clothing, education.

I'll draw up the adoption papers.

It'll take a few days.

Well, that does it, Ben.

Thank you, Judge,
except for one... One more thing.

- I, uh...
- Oh?

It's a matter of Jamie's consent.

Well, there's no requirement
in the law for that, Ben.

Jamie being a minor,
he has no say in the proceedings.

I'd still like it a matter of record.

Very well.

Jamie Hunter,
a petition for your adoption

has been filed in this court
by Benjamin Cartwright.

What is your wish
regarding this matter?

Well, Jamie, is it your wish

to become Benjamin Cartwright's
legal son and heir?

Yes, sir.

That's him. Ben Cartwright.

- The boy's his son?
- No.

His name's Jamie Hunter,
but he lives with the Cartwrights.

I've heard a lot about Cartwright.

- Very distinguished looking man.
- Mmm-hmm.

Thanks for your help.

More than welcome.

I, uh... I suppose

I'd have to change my name
to Jamie Cartwright.

Yes, legally and for all time,
that'll be your name.

Of course I wouldn't
be exactly like Hoss and Joe.

I mean, they being
your real sons and all.

No, you wouldn't be exactly
like them, that's true.

I didn't figure I would be.

Well, Jamie, they were
given to me, Hoss and Joe.

Given?

By their mothers.

Blessed gifts they were, too.

I didn't choose them.

You're a little different, Jamie.

You see, I did choose you

because I wanted you to be my son.

It's been some time since I've seen
everything so ship-shape around here.

Yeah. Have you seen his room?

He can shave himself
right off the shine of the floor,

that is, when he gets old enough.

You know what Hop Sing
heard him say this morning?

Huh?

Said he wanted to grow up
to be a perfect Cartwright.

I'm not so sure I want to see him
try to be a perfect Cartwright.

Well, I wouldn't worry
too much about it.

Give him another week or two,

he'll be just an average,
aggravating boy.

Whew.

Whoa, big fella. Whoa.

Hello. Is there something
I can do for you?

Would you, by any chance,
be Jamie Hunter?

Uh, yes, sir. I am.

I'm Ferris Callahan.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

Would you like to see Mr. Cartwright?

I would, indeed, my boy, and you, too.

I'm your grandfather.

Fighting?

Fifteen. Yep.

I thought 15 would be taller.

Oh, I think he's about
the right size for 15.

Yeah.

Well, he's healthy.

You do go to school?

Uh, yes, sir. I do.

He has excellent grades.

This is fine brandy, Mr. Cartwright.

Well, Jamie, I expect
you're surprised to see me.

Yes, sir. I am.

Well, I've been hunting
for you for years.

Tracing a single swallow
would have been easier.

Your father
was constantly on the move.

Yes, sir. He was a rainmaker.

He went where he was needed.

So I have been told.

Is, uh... this your first trip
to Virginia City, sir?

Yes, it is.

A Pinkerton man traced your father

to a town called Cottonwood,
North Dakota.

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah.

His luggage was still there,

held by an innkeeper
for non-payment of lodging.

In the luggage
was my daughter's wedding license

and Jamie's birth certificate,

and the sheriff there
had a letter from Benjamin Cartwright,

inquiring as to
Hunter's family and relations.

Oh, that's how you got here.

Yeah. A stroke of pure luck.

If Hunter hadn't run out on his bills,
I might never have found Jamie.

He didn't run out on them.
He was gonna pay them.

So he said, at many times,
and at many places.

Ah, he was a charming man.

He charmed my daughter.

Nevertheless, he was
a deadbeat and a charlatan.

You have no right
to talk about my pa like that.

Why, I have every right,

and your manners leave
something to be desired.

Mr. Cartwright, tell him to leave.

Jamie.

As soon as the formalities
are attended to, we're both leaving.

You're going to Boston with me.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Heh! Well, he had to know.

Mr. Cartwright,
he might as well know now.

I've already told Judge Taylor.

You know of my petition
to adopt him?

I do. It's your misfortune
that my men located him at this time.

My wife is dead. I have no other family.

I want my grandson now.

Mr. Callahan, you saw it for yourself.

He doesn't want to leave here.

Oh, he's just a young lad.

He'll change his mind tomorrow.

He doesn't realize this primitive area

has none of the advantages
that I can give him...

The finest schools, the finest society,
familiarity with all the social graces.

I am a rich man, Mr. Cartwright.

The Callahan Clipper Ships
are known around the world.

I appreciate
what you've been doing for him,

but now that I've located him,
it's no longer necessary.

Necessary?

I've never considered it a necessity.

Jamie is part of this family.
He's happy here.

Are you trying to tell me
that you're the only man

that has the ability
to make him happy?

No, but I am wondering
why you want him.

Is it for Jamie's good
or for your own?

How dare you have the gall
to say something like that to me.

Callahan, I've listened
to every single word you've had to say.

Not once have you thought of
what Jamie might want.

What he wants is what I can
make of him that counts.

He's only a boy.

He's not a boy.

He's a young man with his roots
deep in Ponderosa soil.

This is the life he knows,
the life he wants, the life he loves.

You're wasting your time
and mine, Cartwright.

I'm taking him with me.

I'll do my damnedest to stop you.

You can't win.
Jamie's my grandson, blood kin.

There's nothing
you could do to change that.

Jamie, I'm sorry.

I was just as surprised
to see him as you were.

You were?

It's your fault. You wrote the letters.

To clear the way
for the adoption, Jamie.

Now, look, I... I know you're...

You're hurt and you're upset,
and with reason.

You bet I have reason.

You were with me at Judge Taylor's.

- You know what I said.
- Yeah, I know what you said.

You said you were gonna adopt me.

And then this stranger comes along
and says he's gonna take me away.

- Well, he hasn't taken you away yet.
- Well, he will.

No, I'm... I'm going to see
Judge Taylor with him tomorrow.

You know what the judge said
about blood relatives

and claims and things like that.

I don't know what good
it's gonna do you to see him now.

I don't know, either,

but I'm going to do
everything humanly possible

to make sure that you stay here.

Now, you must believe me, son.

Don't call me son.

I'm nobody's son, and I never will be.

I'll be back for the boy
this afternoon.

He wouldn't talk to you?

No, he wouldn't talk.

The door's locked.

He won't answer the knock,
won't answer when I talk to him.

Well... I can't say that I blame him.

He must feel like

the whole world's
coming down on him.

I sort of feel the same way myself.

Maybe he hungry now.

Hop Sing cook him something,
make him feel better.

Oh, don't even bother.
He won't answer.

It's still hard to believe.

Seems like he's been with us forever.

Dad-burn-it, Pa, there ought
to be something we could do.

Well, like what?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to Carson City.

If Judge Taylor
can't do anything about it,

maybe the governor or lieutenant
general, maybe they can help.

Hey, we're not gonna
give Jamie up without a fight.

Jamie, have you had
a good look at this witness tree?

Hoss's and Joe's names.

That's right.

They made this swing
with you, too?

Yes, they have,
on various occasions.

I'll bet they have.

Why don't you put your name there?

I'm sorry, Jamie.

Just a bunch of burnt pages.

What's to be sorry about?

Jamie, I'm gonna take you home.

My home's in that wagon,
Mr. Cartwright.

Besides, I can't leave Dusty.

Then Dusty'll come along with us.

I didn't run.

I said I wouldn't run, and I didn't.

No, you didn't run.

And I didn't cry.

I'm too big to cry.

- Jamie, I want you to know...
- Oh, I know you...

I know you tried.
You wanted me to stay and...

Jamie!

Jamie, wait!

Wait!

It's a long trip to Carson City.

You get hungry.

This for you and your grandpa.

No, thanks, Hop Sing.

But Jamie, it's a long ride.

- You get hungry.
- Look, we don't want it!

Please, Mr. Callahan,
could we go now?

You're not very talkative, lad.

Got nothing to say.

Aren't you curious
about where you're going,

what you'll do, where you'll live?

No.

Well, once you get to Boston,
you will be.

You won't get anywhere

trying to handle them like that,
Mr. Callahan.

So, you think
you can do better, huh?

Almost anybody could.

Those horses know you're not sure
of what you're doing.

Any man that could sail
a clipper ship around the Horn

can handle four-footed beasts
like these.

Now, what has one
got to do with the other?

Well, you'll learn soon enough
when you get to Boston.

One day, I'll put the wheel
of a clipper ship in your hand

and you'll know the meaning
of command.

Yeah? Well, I'm not going to Boston.

- What?
- I said, I'm not going to Boston.

You'll go where I tell you.

No, Mr. Callahan, I'll just run away

before I get on that train.

You're not going to run away.

You're coming home with me,

or I'll haul you in
by the grace of Pinkerton.

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Mr. Callahan, what are you doing?

Mr. Callahan!

You all right?

I think my leg's broken.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's broken, all right.

There's no way
you can move from here.

Well, we got to.

We've got to some way. Jamie?

Jamie!

Jamie, come back!

Jamie! Come back here!

Come here! I order you!

Come back! Come back!

Help!

Hello?

Hello! Anybody up there?

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Here's some water for you.

I... I thank you.

Eh, my clothes?

Sure. You're the one
who needs them.

Here, put this under your head.

It's better than laying on the rocks.

Uh, thank you.

There wasn't a blanket
in the fool box in the buckboard,

so this'll have to do for now
until I can get a fire going.

You found the buckboard.

Yeah. The team ran themselves out.

I got 'em picketed and grazing
in a piece of pasture

about a half mile up the road.

The horses are all right,

and the buckboard
needs a few repairs, but I can fix it.

Fool box?

What's that?

Well, it's a box
under the seat of a livery rig.

It holds emergency stuff.

This one was empty,
except a canteen and a hatchet.

Oh.

Hold on, there.

That's a fine Irish linen shirt
of mine you're destroying.

Made to my order in Dublin.

Oh, uh, it's strong enough. It'll do.

Do what?

Tie these splints on your leg.
That's what the boards are for.

You mean to say that you're gonna
try to set the bones in my leg?

No, I didn't say that.
I said I'm gonna splint them

so they can't move
until the doctor can get at you.

Wouldn't it be more sensible
to go for help?

And leave you here
most of the night, no fire?

Well, you could build a fire
for me before you go.

Sure, and it'd last you maybe an hour.

You think you're cold now.

Well, you're not half as cold
as you're gonna get.

The cold is due to shock.

You can't tell me nothing about that.

Why, I've set the bones
of half a hundred men's legs at sea.

Well, then you know this is gonna hurt.

Yeah.

How's that splint feel?

Eh, no, no. No, you'll need that.

You're your mother's son,
all right. Stubborn as a rock.

Well, you don't exactly
bend like a willow, Mr. Callahan.

Well, there's a difference
in being right and knowing it

and of cutting off your nose
to spite your face.

Well, I still got my nose.

Figure of speech.

What you haven't got is the lunch
the Chinese cook tried to give you.

Refusing it was an act
of pure churlishness.

What does that mean?

It means going hungry, for one thing.

Well, now, if you need
a picnic basket to eat,

you're not much account around here.

You can reach the wood.
Keep the fire going 'til I get back.

I won't be long.

Now, the rabbit I can understand.

You snared it.

- But the fish...
- Can you make a snare?

No, I cannot,
but I know knots and lashes.

I'd only have to
seen it done once to do it.

Yeah. Well,
making it's just the easy part.

You also got to know where to put it.

The trout ought to be ready
in a couple minutes.

It's a lucky thing
you had a piece of string

and a hook in your pocket.

I didn't have either.

You didn't? How'd you catch 'em?

I tickled them.

Huh?

Well, it's like making a snare.
You got to know how.

I see.

And who taught you that?

Mr. Cartwright, and Hoss, and Joe.

Out here, you got to know
how to take care of yourself.

That was a good meal.

I thank you.

You're welcome.

I wonder now, how far I'd have to go

to find a place to crawl up to the road.

I'd say about half a mile.

Half a mile?

All those rocks and brushes...

Oh, I'd never make it.

Well, I'll have you
up there in the morning.

You, carry me up there?

You haven't the strength.

The sad thing, though,
if I had a decent block

and 100 feet of rope, I could make it.

If you had wings, you could fly.

Now, I know you don't like me,

but is that any excuse
for your being impertinent?

Well, I'm just saying
what my pa used to tell me

when I'd start wishing
for something I couldn't have.

I see.

Hey, you know
what my father used to say?

"If wishes were horses,
beggars might ride."

What did your father
have to say about me?

Nothing.

Elizabeth was only
five years older than you are now

when she met your father.

She could have had her choice
of the most eligible men in...

Well, she picked my pa.

She did.
Yes, she ran away with him.

Three letters in three years.
Never a return address.

The last letter she wrote,
she said she had a son.

And then there was one letter
from him.

Cholera.

Your mother was dead.

You're trying to make it sound bad,
but they were happy.

Happy?

You were two years old
when she died.

How could you possibly know?

Because my pa told me!

She was as beautiful
as a field of mountain flowers.

She loved to travel
and see new country every day.

She never asked or wanted more
than my pa had to give her.

And they were happy.

All right. I'll agree... Agree to that.

I admit, I did try to stop the marriage.

Then, I tried to find her
to ask her forgiveness.

Why, I've been hunting for you
for years.

- Why?
- Because you're my grandson.

Because you're part of my family.

You belong in my house, in my home,

where I could give you schooling
and social graces, stature.

How can you object to that?

Why did my mother
run away from you?

Oh.

Oh, I'm sure I... I don't know.

I... I loved her.

I gave her everything I could.

I suppose I wanted her to be
like her mother was.

She had ideas of her own.

I asked her to come home.

You wanted her to leave my pa?

No. No, not then.

I didn't. I wanted a son.

Elizabeth knew that.

I wanted a boy
that I could mold and form

to grow up to be a man
to take my place.

I suppose that's the real reason

why I wanted Elizabeth
to bring you home.

Even though she didn't want to?

No, I didn't think about that.

I only wanted her to do
what I thought she should do.

Ah, that makes me an old fool.

I'm stuck with it.

Too old a fool to change.

Yeah, I guess you are.

Jamie?

Ja...

What's that for?

A stretcher, kind of.

- A stretcher?
- Yeah.

Is that something else
the Cartwrights taught you, I suppose?

That's right. If something's too heavy
to lift, find a way to pull it.

That's what I meant
when I asked for a block and tackle.

Yeah, which we didn't have.

Then, we had to wait 'til those horses
weren't too wild to work

before we could do this.

Now, what we're gonna do
is get your shoulders

up here near the end and tie you in
with whatever we got left of your shirt.

Then, we're gonna put your bad leg
up on that branch over there

and tie it in there, see?

And so, the branches can
kind of act like a spring pad.

You know what I mean?

You're an ingenious young man.

Cadet material, right now.

With a little more training,
and you're a third mate,

and you'll be on your way
to your master's ticket,

any tonnage, any ocean.

Yeah, well, right now, it's on the way
to the road and the Ponderosa,

and I'm gonna need all the help
you can give me, all right?

Okay, here we go.

Easy, easy. All right?

Come on. Come on. Go.

We did it!

- Ah, let me out!
- Okay.

Well, I guess that's everything.

Thank you.

But that's not quite everything.

I'm a blunt man, Mr. Cartwright.

I usually say what I have
to say without any fuss,

but this time, it's not so easy.

Jamie likes it here.

The Ponderosa is his home.

He's made that quite plain to me.

I hate to admit it,
but Jamie belongs here.

Well... Well, we, uh...
We feel that way, too.

Thank you. That's settled, then.

I'll tell Judge Taylor.

I still want him to see... Boston

and the house
where his mother was born,

and the Callahan ships.

Oh, I'm sure he'd like
to visit you very much.

You bring him there, Mr. Cartwright.

There are things
I'd like to show you, too.

Be my great pleasure.

Well, uh, I'll be down in a minute.

Well, Jamie?

I've, uh... come to say thank you.

Yeah? You did?

That your idea or Ben Cartwright's?

Mine, sir.

Well, I've said it, and I'm not
going to change my mind.

You needn't worry about that.

I know that, sir.

You did? How'd you know it?

Well, uh, you yell a lot,
but you're not as mean

as you want people to think you are.

I'm not, huh?

No, sir.

Well, I still want you to see
where the Callahans live.

All right, I'll come and visit you.

I look forward to it.

You're a grandson to be proud of.

Goodbye, Jamie... Cartwright.

You know, it still sounds
kind of strange.

We'll both get used to it.