Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 2, Episode 25 - The Duke - full transcript

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I'm going up to my room
for a few minutes.

- All right, Marge.
- See you later, boys.

Hi, hon.
Can I have my key?

J.D. Hi, hon.

I thought you were coming into
town the middle of the week.

Uh... afternoon, ma'am.

- Well, what do you think?
- I think we need to have a beer.

No, no, no. I mean...

I mean about her.



About who?
What are you talking about?

My girl.

- You mean that was your girl?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, ain't she wonderful, hmm?

That... that's Margie,

the one you're going to bring
out to supper?

Mm-hmm.

You didn't even act like
you knew her!

Yeah, yeah, I know, it...

sometimes happens to me
when I get around her.

I don't know, I just kind
of get all tied up inside.

Boy, ain't she something
though, hmm?

Uh, Joe, uh,
better give us three beers.

Whoa! Hold! Whoa!



All right, my man, let's get
that package off of there.

You can't keep the Duke waiting,
you know.

Disgustingly provincial.

Oh, come off it.

Come on, now, let's get
a move on with that baggage.

I thank you.

Ah, there you are, my man.

You have reservations
for the Duke of London

and his entourage?

Let's have a little
service now.

Oh, madam...

your hand.

Hmm?

I kiss the hand
of the most beautiful, uh...

lady I've seen

since I've been
in this beastly country.

Here, here.

Hold your horses now, Dukie.

It's the men what pays our wages

and it's the ladies
what takes them away.

You understand?
Come on, let's go in the pub.

Me gullet's fair crying out
for a nip.

- Joe, set up some drinks for
the boys. -

Did Adam come in with you?

No, left a couple days ago, Roy.

He had to make a little trip
to San Francisco.

Make way for the Duke of London!

All right, you blokes,
now, out of the way.

Give the Duke some elbow room.

Drinks for the house.

You'll have to get in line,
stranger.

Drinks are bought
for this round.

The Duke of London
waits for no one.

Come, fellow, a bottle.

You... a drink
on the Duke of London.

I'm sorry, mister, but Little
Joe already bought me a drink.

Gentlemen, may I have
your attention, please?

The Duke of London,

Champion of the British Empire,

on a world tour,
challenges all comers.

Any man who stands four rounds

will be paid
$500 American money.

Do you dare, Yankees?

Yankees--
a nation of dolts and cowards.

Oh, knock it, Bobo.

We'll take a pound or two
from 'em, don't you worry.

You know, you really showed
that crowd something down there.

You was real prime.

Look at this filthy place.

Virginia City--
nothing but a foul pigpen.

Ah, come off it.

We've seen worse,

although I must say, I have
never tasted such bad whiskey.

Oh, what I wouldn't give
for some good ol' London ale.

You and your liquor.

Can't you stop guzzling
even for a moment?

Why should I?

Every man to his own sin, I say.

You could hardly call yourself
a man.

You're like the rest
of these donkeys around here

who have to wear guns
to protect themselves.

We'll have to be extremely lucky
to get a fight in this town.

Ah... you just keep on
playing the game, Bobo.

We'll get our fight.

You know, you've got a knack,
you have.

I have never known
of any one man

who could get so many other men
hating him in such a short time.

You're a marvel,
that's what you are,

and you know,
when they hate you enough,

that's when we get our fight,

so you go on being
your own natural self.

You drunken sot.

Ah, you can call me names,
Bobo, but you can't escape me.

Oh, will you shut up?

Oh, I know you too well.

Every time you get like this,
it's because of some skirt.

It wouldn't be the little
barmaid you took a fancy to,

now, would it?

You don't suppose she's out
playing a little slap and tickle

with one of these here
American cowboys

while the handsome
Duke of London is pacing

up and down the floor,
now, do you?

Now, you leave the women to me

because I handle them
a lot better

than you handle this
filthy rubbish you are drinking.

Gee, you know, this is...
this is just great.

I mean, it's just wonderful
of you, Mr. Cartwright,

to-to go to all this trouble

inviting me out for supper
and everything.

We're very happy to have
the opportunity

of making your acquaintance,
Miss Fuller.

J.D. talks so much about you.

Uh, will you have some dessert?

Hmm?
Oh, uh, yeah, thanks.

Uh... oh, a-an-and just
call me Marge.

Uh, everybody does.

Oh.

Uh, honey, do you want some pie?

No, thanks, sir--I mean, ma'am.

Well, you boys had quite a time
in town, didn't you?

This prizefighter--
what did you say his name was?

Uh, the Duke of London, Pa.

I ain't never seen
a duke before,

but if they're all
like that feller,

I don't never care nothing
about seeing another one.

I wish you'd been along
with us, Pa.

This man makes more enemies
just walking into a room

than anybody
I ever saw in my life.

Well, you boys did right
to ignore him.

Well, you should have seen what
he did to me, Mr. Cartwright.

He stopped me
right in the middle of the lobby

and grabbed my hand
and kissed it.

Well, if I'd have known that,
I'd have taken a wallop at him.

Well, J.D., hand kissing
in Europe is quite common.

Probably just a gesture.

Not the way he did it,
it wasn't.

He looked at me
like he owned me or something.

Yeah, I should have
walloped him.

I'm afraid you wouldn't have
stood much of a chance, J.D.

The man is
a professional prizefighter.

Do you know,
his fists are considered

lethal weapons by law?

Well, I got a couple
of lethal weapons of my own.

Now, you hold on there.

Don't you get any big ideas.

Just because you're big
and strong doesn't mean

that you're a match
for a professional prizefighter.

Just stay away from this Duke

or whatever it is
that he calls himself.

No amateur can stand up
to a professional.

Just keep out of his way.

I'm afraid we're not being
very polite to our guest.

Oh, that's all right,
don't mind me.

I kind of enjoy it,
talking about him.

I sure never met a man
like him before,

and I've met a lot of 'em.

You sure got a nice place here.

You know, I... I never lived
in a house in all my life.

Me neither.

You will, J.D.

Whenever you get married,

uh, you'll take over the house
down by the forks.

J.D., why don't you take
Marge outside,

show her around the place?

Could we, J.D.?

I'd love to see it.

Well, it's pretty dark
out there;

I don't know what she could see.

Well, there's a full moon.

She ought to be able
to see enough.

You go ahead; the boys
will clean up the dishes.

Clean up the dishes?

Oh, oh. Yeah, yeah.

You-you go ahead, J.D.

Well, uh, okay.

Oh.

I thought I was going
to bust out laughing

right in front
of the both of them.

Me, too, Joe.

Old J.D.'s collar was so tight,

- I thought his eyes
were gonna pop out. -Yeah.

Thing I can't figure out is how
J.D. ever got up enough nerve

to talk to her
in the first place.

A gal like that usually starts
a conversation herself, Pa.

A girl like what?

Well, I-I mean, she's, uh...

well, she's a dance hall girl.

I thought she was very nice.

What did you think, Hoss?

I... I thought
she was very nice.

Hey, now, wait a minute,
I didn't say

I didn't think
she was very nice.

Pa, it's...

it's just that old J.D. and her

just don't seem to go together
for some reason or other.

I don't know.

That's right,
that's all I meant by it, Pa.

You know how J.D. is--
he's so shy and everything,

and, I don't know, I just
don't think it'll ever work out.

It'll work out...

if he loves her.

- J.D.
- Huh?

Honey, are you afraid of me?

No, ma'am, of course not.

Uh, now, over there,
that's the smokehouse.

See it, right...?

Uh, you can just see
the smoke there

coming out of the... smokehouse.

Well, if you're not
afraid of me,

then why don't you look at me
when you talk to me?

Well, I was looking
at the smokehouse.

- It's right o... right o...
- J.D., ju...

turn around and look at me.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, that's better.

You know, I, um...
I liked what you said in there,

I mean, about being willing
to fight the Englishman over me.

It was a real nice thing to say.

Well, I don't think fellows
ought to go around kissing girls

when... well,

I mean, if they're not...

You know, sometimes a girl
doesn't mind being kissed.

Well, if you liked it, that's...

that's your business,

but those flashy guys
always seem to fool the women,

but he don't fool me.

I wasn't talking
about him, J.D.,

but at least he wasn't afraid.

Well, you think I am?

I'm willing to try and find out.

Well, I may not be as fancy
as that big bag of wind,

but I ain't afraid of anything,
including him.

I bet you're afraid
to kiss a girl.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Well, are you?

No, I'm not.

I mean, when I find a girl
I want to kiss,

she's going to get good
and kissed.

Oh!

I'll get the buggy.

Ah.

I guess Pa was right.

J.D. is in love with her.

How you know?

Well, if he wasn't,
he would have kissed her.

Joe, that don't make sense.

Now, look, Hoss,
I know you're older than I am,

but there's certain things

I've had a little more
experience in than you have.

And this just happens
to be one of them.

Yeah.

I'll bet you he kisses her
on the way home.

Ah. Oh, he'll-he'll try
to kiss her.

She's not gonna let him.

Dag-burn it, Joe,
that just don't make sense.

Now, Mr. Duke...

One does not address a duke
as "mister," now does one?

I'm not anxious to address you
in any way, shape or form.

- I just want to warn you that...
- About what?!

I am perfectly capable
of taking care of myself...

Constable.

Now, we don't address a sheriff
as a constable, now, do we?

I just want to point out
that as a professional fighter,

if you use your fists on anyone,

I'm going to jail you for
assault with a deadly weapon.

Oh, then, in the event
that I am attacked,

I will not even be allowed
to defend myself?

Now, you know better than that.

Besides, I have a feeling
that nobody around here

is going to be foolish enough
to try a thing like that.

So I suggest
you just move on your way.

Is there anything else
before you leave?

I think that'll be enough.

Still waiting, eh, Bobo?

Maybe she ain't
coming home tonight.

Oh.

Now you're giving me
the silent treatment.

First you knock me about, then
you act as if I wasn't here.

Well, I am here, Bobo,
and you know I'm here.

And when you need me, I'll be
working late in me office.

In other words, in the pub.

Marge...

I-I... I don't know what...

what came over me.

I'm just...
I-I'm sorry it happened.

It's all right, Mr. Lambert.
It's forgotten.

Well, look, look, I... I don't
blame you for slapping me.

I... I had it coming.

But, well, you looked so...
so pretty there

with the moonlight in your hair.

I just, all of a sudden,
had to kiss you, Marge.

I'm... I'm...

You clumsy fool.

You stupid oaf.

How dare you even address
this lady?

Come on, J.D.
Come on.

You scum, you coward,
you yellow-belly!

How very brave you are,

with a gun pointed at someone
who is completely unarmed.

Your bravery overwhelms me
to such a point

that I can no longer tolerate
the sight of you.

Well, come, my good fellow.

Are you not going
to pull the trigger?

J.D., don't-don't get mixed up
with him.

Go on home.

Fair fight!

He hit him first.
Now, you all saw it.

The Yank hit him first!
It's a fair fight.

All right, all right!

You saw what happened.

Surely you have a better man
in Virginia City!

J.D. Honey...

And if you haven't,
I suggest you send for one,

because the champion here
expects to have a fight

in this fair town of yours.

Somebody get a doctor.
He's hurt bad.

Hank, you and Mike take him over
to Doc, will you?

So, you found one, eh?

After I told you the law.

Well, you're going
to the calaboose.

Oh, no, he ain't.

The Yank hit him first.

Every bloke here saw it.

Is that right, Joe?

Yeah, that's right.

J.D. hit him first.

You had better
get these laundered.

No hard feelings, Sheriff.

Come on in,
and I'll buy you a drink.

I'm sorry
you couldn't have seen me

up against
a more worthy opponent.

One could hardly
call it a fight, could one?

Of course, I could, uh, tell
from the outset

that you were a woman who, uh,
needed a man, not a boy.

Well, now you've found one.

The doctor said

he never saw so much damage done
by a man's fist.

And you know the funny thing?

The boys that saw it said

it looked like
he was just tapping him.

I'll tell you something else,
too.

J.D. ain't the easiest man
in the world to take.

I've seen him take three miners,

one night
in Virginia City, single-handed.

Roy, what started it?

Well, from what I understand,
it was that girl Marge.

The man's a professional.
He ought to be jailed!

But J.D. took the first swing.

Well, it was good
of that very nice girl

to let him get his head
knocked off on her behalf.

I don't care
if J.D. did swing first.

I'll guarantee you
he didn't start it.

- Come on, Joe.
- All right.

You boys stay
right where you are.

Stay right here?
Look at J.D.! Just look at him!

You want us to stand here
and do nothing?!

That's exactly
what I want you to do--

stand there and do nothing.

You can't gun down a man
for-for defending himself.

Now, J.D. was warned!
He was warned!

It's my...
my fault, Mr. Cartwright.

Don't nobody tackle him. It...

It was my fault.

Nobody's going to do that
to a friend of ours.

I agree with Joe, Pa.

I don't care who you agree with.
You're staying out of it!

Oh, Marge...

Oh, Marge saw it. She...

She saw me make a fool
of myself. I...

I can never see her again.

- Pa, I can hurt that man.
- No.

If I can get one hand on him.
Boy, if I can get...

I said no!

Hoss?

They say he strikes faster
than a rattlesnake!

Yeah, well, you just wait
till I get my hands on him.

Just the point.
He won't hold still long enough!

Yeah, well, if Hoss can't
catch him, the two of us can!

Just be quiet, both of you.

Now, just be quiet
and listen to me!

Now, first, as I said,

J.D. was warned
not to mix with the Duke.

Second, I've seen
professional fighters at work.

When I was young--
and that wasn't so long ago--

I thought
I was pretty good, too.

Well, one of them showed me
how good I was.

That's when this was broken
for the first time.

I couldn't think straight
for a week!

But, Pa, I'm bigger than you!

You may be bigger than I am,

but you're no tougher
than I was in those days.

A man just wasn't designed

to be beaten up the way
a prizefighter can do it!

There's another way
and a better way.

Yeah, like what?

If he's so anxious
to have a fight,

we'll get him another
professional prizefighter

to fight with.

Pa, there ain't
no professional prizefighters

around here nowhere.

No, but I know
where there is one.

I'll send a wire
to Adam in San Francisco.

There's a fighter there,
a great fighter--

Heenan, the Benicia Boy.

We'll pay him to get here
as fast as he can.

- Roy?
- Yeah?

If I write out the wire,
will you take it into town?

I'll take it to San Francisco
myself if I have to.

Still like to get my hands
on that Duke.

Hey, did you hear that, J.D.?

Gonna-gonna get that Benicia Boy
to take care of the Duke.

Yeah. He's a real champ, J.D.

He'll take care of that Duke.

Marge saw it. Marge s...

Marge saw him
make a fool of me.

He ain't hearing nothing
we're saying.

I'd still like to get my hands
on that Duke.

No, we're gonna have to do
what Pa said.

Course that don't mean we can't
ride into town tomorrow

and sort of break the news
about the Benicia Boy.

I'd kind of like to see the look
on the Duke's face

when we tell him that.

Yeah.

Sort of like to see
that Duke fella myself.

Now, wait a minute.

No, I said we're gonna break
the news to him, not his neck.

Agreed?

Agreed, little brother.

And another thing.

Where's your dartboard?

My what?!

Your dartboard!

- Now a pub ain't a pub...
- How is he? How's J.D.?

Oh, a little late
to be asking, ain't it?

- Is he all right?
- Oh, yeah, he's fine.

He's got a busted nose,
lost a few teeth.

Otherwise,
he's feeling just fine.

Ah, he-he ain't too pretty.

It's gonna be a while

before he feels like doing
any courting again, too.

I know everybody thinks
that it's my fault.

Would you take a message to him?

Would you tell him
that I want to see him?

Oh, I don't think he's going
to want to see anybody

for a while, especially you.

You'll have to excuse us, ma'am.

We have some business
to take care of.

He'll line you up

and take you on two at a time,
he will--

the whole blinking town.

'Cause there ain't a man, god
or demon could whip the Duke.

I trained him
from a little whippersnapper,

I did, and he's the greatest.

Got a fist like a rock,
and an eye like a hawk.

So bring on your finest.

Well, that's exactly
what we intend to do--

bring on the finest.

You?

You're funnier
than that bloke last night!

No, no, not me, little man.

I'm talking
about the Benicia Boy.

Benicia Boy?

Aw...

you're trying to fool old Limey.

You think I'm drunk,
so you're playing jokes on me.

No, this ain't no joke,
little man.

Well, I can't believe it.

Well, you can believe it.

Benicia Boy Heenan?

Hey, uh, Joe,
it looks like the little man

that did all that loud bragging

- ain't so sure of himself
now, don't it? -Yeah.

Hey, it couldn't be
that you and the Duke

are a little afraid
of the Benicia Boy, could it?

Afraid?!

Oh, that's a rich one!
Afraid!

The Duke of London
afraid of Benicia Boy?

You know what?
We've been chasing him

all across the country,

and now he gets delivered
to us on a silver tray!

Ha-ha! Oh, wait till
the Duke hears this bit of news!

He'll be pleased fit to bust!

Oh, that's a rich one!

How about a beer?

Hmm.

Give me a left again.

Show us the old one-two now.

All right, now come in low.

He sure dances around pretty,
don't he?

Yeah.

Now, whatever you do,
don't show them the big wallop.

We got to make them bet
on Benicia Boy, remember?

That's it.

All right, now, jab.

All right, another jab.

That's it.

Oh, Roy.

All right, jab.

You didn't get a telegram
from Adam yet, did you?

Nope.

It's been a week.

Could be the wires
are down again.

Oh, no, no, I checked that.

What happens if
the Benicia Boy don't show up?

Oh, please.

Will you fight him yourself?

Well, the time was
when you would.

Yeah, well, this isn't the time.

I'll just have to give him
that thousand-dollar purse.

A thousand dollars?!

That's what I had
to guarantee him for the fight.

Get those knuckles
in there, Bobo.

He kind of holds his fist
fancy like, too.

Get those knuckles in there.

Yeah, they could really
slice a man to pieces.

Well, he might slice
some men to pieces,

but he'd have to hit a whole lot
harder than that to cut me up.

Yeah, maybe so,
but not after a few rounds.

Mm-mm.

Well, I'd sure give
a pretty to try him anyhow.

Now, when they come in
with a short punch...

Hey. Look who came
to watch the Duke.

All right, another jab.

J.D.!

Honey, are you all right?

I'm, uh... I'm fine.

Uh, excuse me, I'm...
I'm in a hurry.

J.D., how you doing?

Marge.

Excuse me, Roy.

Marge, what's wrong?

What's right?

All you want to do is
reach up for something better,

and everybody says,
"No, you stay in your place."

Oh, Marge, you know it doesn't
matter what people think.

Nothing mattered until J.D.

Looks like that's over,
too, doesn't it?

She sure looked pretty,
didn't she?

Oh, come on, don't tell me

you're still sweet on her
after what happened?

Well, it wasn't her fault.

I think that's enough
for one day.

I've got something better to do.

Yeah... and I know what it is.

And it's fair
asking for trouble.

Women! They'll be
the death of both of us.

Aw, come on,
let's get a beer, huh?

That feller's just
plain ordinary mean.

- For two cents, I'd...
- Come on.

Come on, let's go.

No more tears, eh?

What do you want?

Oh, there's no need
to be coy with me.

I saw you watching the workout.

You get out of here.

Oh, come, my dear.

You might fool the majority
of these clods around here,

but you don't fool me.

I know you and your kind.

And I know what's bothering you.

Guns!

You're like all the men
in this godforsaken country--

the first thing
they turn to is guns.

Let go of me!

Oh, there's no need
to lie to me.

I know you and your kind
only too well.

You're trying to be better than
you really are, but you can't.

Deep down inside your heart

you know you can't,
and you know you never will.

What are you laughing at?

Oh, come on...

don't tell me you've never been
laughed at by a woman before.

Hold your tongue!

You won't be laughing
when I get through with you.

Let her go, Bobo.

Oh, it's you.

Yes, and it'll always be me.

It happened again, didn't it?

Another one laughed at you.

I told you
it would happen again.

You're through.

I've taken all
I'm going to take from you,

you despicable
little guttersnipe.

J.D.!

Marge.

- Well, what happened?
- It's Duke.

He's beating
that poor little man.

- He's gonna kill him.
- Where are they?

They're in my room.
He broke into my room.

- Come on, Joe.
- Right.

I'll be right back.

J.D.

Don't leave me.

Don't ever leave me.

I need you so much.

You need me?

- I need you.
- Ah...

Limey! Limey?

Yeah, I'm in here.

Are you gonna make it, Limey?

Take it easy, now.

I want you to sit
real easy now on the bed.

I'll be all right.

- See...
- That's it.

It's just the Duke's way
of doing things.

My brother don't always
see matters my way.

Yeah.

Yeah. You wouldn't
have guessed it, would you?

Me and the Duke-- brothers?

Brothers?

Yes.

You see, his real name's
Clarence Simpson.

Mine's Harry Simpson.

When he was a little tyke,

we called him Bobo.

The baby, he was.

Then they put us
in one of them homes,

but I got us out of there.

Oh, you've no idea
how I worked and slaved

to put that boy through school.

See, I... I wanted to make
a gentleman out of him.

I...

Here. Limey,
you just take it easy.

- You might be hurt serious
and don't even know it. -No...

What he said hurts much more
than what he done.

He can do without me, he says.

Just don't seem possible

that a man could treat
his own brother like that.

He's always been the same.

I taught him, you know.

He was going to the dogs,
he was.

I made him a boxer.

You see, that...

that's how I earned the money
to pay for his schooling.

Then when I got
too old to fight, I...

I taught him the trade.

And now he...

he says he can do without me.

Maybe you're better off
without him, Limey.

I taught him good, too.

I wanted him to be the champ.

And he might be, if he'd
only leave the skirts alone.

Did he hurt Marge?

Well, he would have.

Yes, he would have;
he's done it before.

Oh, I... might as well
face up to it.

He's just no good.

So now I'm through with him,
you understand?

I'm through with him.

He thinks he don't need me?

He'll find out.

Just let him find out.

Joe, I don't care what Pa says;
this is too much.

Yeah, first J.D.,
then Marge, and now this.

Joe.

I'm with you.

Let's go.

Duke?

Duke!

Well, well, well,
the Cartwright clan.

Have you got
the Benicia Boy with you?

No.

But we brought a message.

Then deliver it
and be on your way.

All right.

You wanted a fight.

Well, now, buster, you got it.

I'll take you on for money,
marbles or chalk,

you just name it.

Ben, I don't like this
one little bit.

Well, neither do I,
but Hoss challenged him,

so the only thing
we can do now it to see

that everything
is conducted properly.

You think Hoss can handle him?

A match like this?

I only hope
he doesn't get hurt badly.

Here. You better study
these London prize ring rules.

Yeah. How you feeling, Hoss?

I feel great, little brother.

Good. Just lean back,
take it easy.

That's it.

$25 on Hoss
against $100 on the Duke.

Now, I said I was through
with him, and I mean it.

I ain't going near his corner,
so help me.

But I got to warn you.

You're going
to get hurt mortal bad, boy.

Ah. I've been hurt before.

Now, don't you worry.
Hoss can take care of himself.

Here, give me some
of that four-to-one money

on Hoss Cartwright.

$100 on Hoss
against $400 on the Duke.

You know, you-you've been
very kind to me, my lad.

You can take a tip from me.

You go and try
and cover that bet,

because you're gonna lose.

Yeah, well, don't you worry.

My brother knows
just what he's doing.

Your brother?

Yeah.

Come on, you feeling all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling...

- Let's go.
- Hey, wait.

Did you put some of my money
on that bet?

50 bucks. I'm only half stupid.

Come on.

Hey!

Ladies and gentlemen,

as you all know,

this match is being held

against my will.

Oh, no.

However...

...since it has been joined,

it will be conducted fairly
and properly

according to the London
prize ring rules.

"Rounds shall continue

"until one or both
of contestants are down.

"When a man is down,

"his seconds may conduct him
to his corner

for the rest period."

Would you like, uh, a second
assigned to your corner, sir?

"At the end of 30 seconds,

"the referee will call time,

"and the contestants must rise

"and come to the mark.

"Either man failing
to toe the mark

"at the end of eight seconds

"after the referee calls time,

"shall be deemed defeated.

The judgment of the referee
will be final and absolute."

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

you all know the referee,

your sheriff, Roy Coffee.

- Yeah.
- Yay!

Now, you men
have heard the rules.

Timekeepers ready?

The contestants
will toe that mark.

Ready?

Time!

All right, get him!

Go get him, Hoss.

Come on, look out for that jab!

Yeah! Yeah!

Come on, hit him!

Hoss, take your time!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, cover up!

Time!

All right, come on.

Get him back, Joe.
Get him back to the corner!

Let's go. Let's go.

Look, you got
to stay away from that jab.

- You got to get inside him.
- Yeah.

Hit him in the stomach.

- You're going to hurt him.
- Yeah. Right. He...

He's hitting me
with that funny little old left,

but I'm gonna get him first
with it this time.

Time!

I'm gonna beat him to it.

Come on, take your time!

Come on, hit him!

Stay away from that jab!

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, get him!

Get him, Hoss!

That's it!

Hoss, stay away from it!

Hey!

Hoss? Hoss!

Hoss, come on.
Come on.

Look.

Look, Hoss,
I think you had enough.

Pa, was right-- you can't stay
in there with a professional.

Ah, he's going to get a bunch
of me, Joe.

I'm going to get some of him.

All right,
if that's the way you want it.

Time!

Can you see?

One,

two, three,

- four...
- Yeah.

...five, six.

Watch him, Hoss!

Oh, you got him!
You got him!

- Hey.
- Just one more round.

- That's all he's got.
- I knocked him down!

You sure did knock him down!

Oh, is that...
is that you, Harry?

It's me, Bobo.
It's me, all right.

He's a fair bull.

Like hitting a brick wall.

Well, he's too strong for you.

You've got to move around.

Stay away from him.

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

Oh, just stick it out there.

Keep the old flag flying.

I missed you, Harry.

You did?

I'm no good without you.

Time!

Go get him!

Can you get up?

One...

- Just get up there.
- two...

- Toe the line.
- three...

- And give him the best
you've got. -four...

five...

six, seven...

Oh, bless you, Bobo.

The new champ!
Way to go, Hoss!

Hoss? Hoss, how do you feel?

- Good going, Hoss!
- I feel all right.

I knew you could do it, Hoss!

You did it, Hoss.
You whipped him!

You beat the champ!

I don't know.

What are you driving at, son?

He was... he was all alone, Pa.

Oh...

Give him a little room
now, boys.

Boys, let's give him...

We are here
to settle our account, sir.

Harry, will you please
pay the gentleman?

Yes.

Here you are, governor.

1,000 American dollars.

Well.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Uh, Pa, ain't you going
to show them the, uh...

you know.

Oh, yes.

Well, I-I almost forgot.

I received a, uh, telegram

from my son in San Francisco.

Says, uh,

"Benicia Boy will not fight you
in Virginia City."

"But he would be happy
to meet you in San Francisco."

You hear that, Bobo?

We got the big one!

Oh, blimey! Ha-ha!

Mr. Cartwright?
Oh. Mr. Cartwright?

I-I was just showing Mar...

Oh, uh, pardon me.

It's all right, J.D. Go ahead.
What were you going to say?

Oh, well, I was just going
to say that...

Marge loves the house.

It's wonderful, Mr. Cartwright.

I will not ask you
to shake hands,

but, uh, I would like you both
to know how really sorry I am.

Oh, that's, uh...

That's all right.

Come on, Bobo.

San Francisco
and the Benicia Boy--

and you'll murder him.

Well, I don't know about that,

but we'll have a good bash
at it, won't we, Harry?

We will and all. Ta-ta.

You know, when your little ones
come along...

I hope they're a little smarter
than, uh, than those two.

Hey, you know, Hoss,
I was just thinking.

There's a... there's a fighter
in St. Louis,

sort of an up-and-coming
heavyweight

who's going out on the road.

I was just wondering,

if we worked on that left hook
of yours a little bit, if...

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