Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 3, Episode 29 - Inger, My Love - full transcript

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(fanfare plays)

(thunder rumbling)

Stop worrying, Pa.
They'll be home in time.

(thunder rumbling)

(sighs)

Pretty rough weather out there.

Wonder if that
coffee's still hot.

Want some?

Yeah, thank you.



Hop Sing did a great job
with that cake, didn't he?

Yeah.

"Happy birthday, Hoss."

You know, I can never
picture Hoss being a baby.

Well, for your
information, young man,

he was a fine, strapping boy.

(thunder rumbling)

Look, if you're gonna
worry about them,

I'll go out and look for them.

Oh, I'm not worried.

I... They'll be here.

They'll be here.

Why don't you go
upstairs and rest?

Y-You must be tired.



Yeah, and what are you gonna do?

I got plenty to keep
me busy down here.

You're not just gonna sit
here and worry, are you?

Oh, no. Now, go on.

All right, I'll be
reading in my room.

Take your coffee with you.

Yes, sir.

Happy birthday, son.

Your son, Inger, my love.

So long ago and so far away.

(raucous singing and laughter)

♪ Oh, if I was a cassowary ♪

♪ From the plains of Timbuktu ♪

♪ What would you do?
What would you do? ♪

♪ I'd lay some eggs
all filled with whiskey ♪

♪ And get drunk as a kangaroo ♪

(cheering)

♪ Good for you, good for you ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ If I was a tavern keeper ♪

♪ From the Sangamon
Valley so blue ♪

♪ What would you do?
What would you do? ♪

♪ I'd line the pretty
girls up on Main Street ♪

♪ And kiss the ones
dressed in calico ♪

(laughter)

♪ Good for you, good for you. ♪

(hearty laughter)

Gunnar, you're a Hoss.

That's what he is,
boys... He's a Hoss!

(Swedish accent): A horse?

You call me a horse?!

(chuckles)

Not a horse, you
crazy Swede... A Hoss.

That's smoky mountain for a big
man with a-a right pleasant way.

Oh, then that's good, huh?

Then, I be "Hoce."

- Hoss!
- Hoss!

Hoss Borgstrom!

(laughter)

Another round of drinks, boys.

Anytime a man gets a new name,

that calls for another
round of drinks.

(laughter)

Well, what'll it be, stranger?

Whiskey or ale?

Nothing.

I'd like some information.

Information?

What kind of information?

I was wondering where
I could find some work.

I'm afraid you've come
to the wrong place, friend.

It's been a bad year.

Lots of these local
boys looking for work.

Do any kind of job.

I... I got a sick boy out there.

You might try that
sawmill at the edge of town,

but, uh, I'm afraid you
won't have much luck.

Well, I'll try there.

Thanks.

GUNNAR: Hey, you!

(coin clinks on floor)

Maybe that'll help you
get out of town, huh?

(laughter)

Hey!

Isn't that enough?

Or would, uh, ten cents
make you move faster, huh?

(laughter)

Gunnar, you're a
bad judge of men.

You're too extravagant.

You can tell by
just looking at him

that he's only worth a nickel.

(laughter)

No!

No, no, no, no.

Today, I feel generous.

Here's a dime, mister.

(theme music playing)

Come and get it.

All right, hold it!

All of you!

Gunnar, you and
the rest quiet down

or I'll throw you out myself.

You, come here.

Well, you handled
yourself pretty well.

I'd have cracked their
heads together myself.

I could use a man
like you around here.

Do odd jobs, clean up,
occasionally throw somebody out.

I'll pay you a dollar
a day and food.

How about it?

When do you want me to start?

It's up to you.

I'll be back.

Oh, just a minute.

Uh, you can probably use this.

I'll be back.

How are you feeling now, Adam?

My head still hurts, Pa,
but I'm getting hungry.

Well, that's a good sign.

That shows you're
getting better.

Pa, are we gonna eat soon?

Yeah, son, yeah.

Yeah, I'll-I'll go get
something to eat.

I'll be, I'll be right back.

(Swedish accent):
Thank you, Mrs. Nielsen.

I hope your daughter
likes the fabric.

Good afternoon. Can I help you?

Uh, yes, I, uh...
Some milk and bread.

You have a
container for the milk?

No.

Oh, it's-it's all right,
I'll loan you one.

You can return it later.

I-I have not seen you before.

You must be a stranger in town.

Yes, I'm...

Would you happen to know of
a room that I could rent cheap,

where they don't
object to children?

So, you have children?

A five-year-old boy.

And your wife, she is with you?

No, my boy and I are alone.

Well, there is a Mrs. Miller

who has a boarding
house across the street.

It's not very
elegant, but it's clean,

and I'm sure she won't
object to a little boy of five.

Uh, how much will that be?

Ten cents should do it.

Would you, uh... Do you
have anything for a fever?

Oh, you are not feeling well?

Oh, it's not for me.

Pa?

Adam, I told you to
stay in the wagon.

Now, come along.

Pa, I'm not feeling so well.

My goodness, child,
your head feels warm.

Open your mouth,
let me see your throat.

Oh, it is not bad.

Just a little on the pink side.

It's a thing of the
throat children get.

Oh, wait a minute.

I have something for that.

Ah.

W-What is it?

It's salt pork and onions.

Don't laugh... It's an
old Swedish remedy.

I'm sure it will help.

When you get to
the boarding house,

ask Mrs. Miller to heat it.

Well, how-how much will this be?

Nothing. It's for the boy.

I-I don't need charity.

I'm not offering you charity.

I'm-I'm offering you
medicine for your boy,

'cause I happen
to like children.

Good-bye, Adam.

I hope you feel better.

Thank you, ma'am.

(chuckles)

Come on, Adam.

Good afternoon, Inger.

How's business?

Business is fine, thank
you, Mr. McWhorter.

Oh, is it?

I thought it was a little slow.

The town's not doing
so well these days.

Oh, he's just some drifter.

I gave him a job
cleaning out the stable.

Oh, well, let's hope he
does a good job of it, then.

(chuckles softly)

Now, when am I
gonna get my answer?

I gave you your
answer, Mr. McWhorter.

I'm not ready to
get married yet.

Oh, come now, Inger.

You're not gonna keep
me waiting forever, are you?

Well, I'm sorry if
you object to waiting.

Well, I don't mind waiting
for something I want.

You do believe in getting
what you're after, don't you?

Well, I always have.

At least, I have up till now.

I'd also be very grateful if
you heated this up for him.

Oh, the poor little boy.

Of course.

You can come down for
it in just a few moments.

Thank you, Mrs. Miller.

Well, my goodness,

you certainly didn't waste
any time finishing that up.

I sure wish there'd been
some jam with the bread.

Yeah, well, it
filled up the cavity.

And tomorrow, we'll
have some real food, huh?

Sure, Pa.

Pa?

Yes, son?

Pa, did you have
anything to eat?

Oh, I'll, I'll have
something to eat later.

I'll go down and
wait for that medicine.

I wouldn't like that
medicine, much.

But that lady who gave it to
us, she was nice, wasn't she?

Yeah, yeah, she was real nice.

Again, Gunnar?

You are always
emptying it, little brother,

but you never help to fill it.

I have the right. Our father
left the store to both of us.

And he expected
both of us to run it,

not one of us to waste his time
and money at McWhorter's Tavern.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm not made out
for a storekeeper.

What are you made for, Gunnar?

To drink, to play cards,

to spend your time
with your friends

talking of going
off to gold mines?

I am old enough not to
take orders from my sister.

I will do as I want.

Please, Gunnar, you are
wasting your life doing as you want.

We could make a success of
the store if you would work in it.

I will not work in it!

I told you I was cut
out for other things.

If you only would
marry McWhorter,

I could sell this stupid store!

The ground is rich
with gold in Canada!

And I've been hearing such
tales that makes my very skin crawl

and my hands
itch for the feel of it!

But you need money
for gear, for grub!

The boys and I sold
everything we had to McWhorter.

We've got all the money we need.

Me, I don't have any money.

But you have a store!
Sell it, man! Sell it!

McWhorter'll buy it!

It belongs half to my sister.

But it's all in your
name, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, it's all in my name.

Then that makes it yours!

Canada's no place for
the softhearted, Gunnar.

You boys talking about
Canada again as usual?

Not just talking
about it, McWhorter.

We'll all soon be on our way.

All but you, eh, Gunnar?

What about my offer?

That'll get you
there and beyond.

You know why I
can't sell you the store.

Why not?! Aren't you man
enough to handle your sister?

I'm man enough...
and you know it!

It's Inger. She's as
stubborn as my father was.

(chuckles)

All she needs is a husband.

Wouldn't you like to
tame her, McWhorter?

(music box playing soft melody)

He asked me if he could
play it. I said it was all right.

What are you doing here?

I'm giving your
son his medicine.

I knew you'd be busy.

I can take care of my son.

Well, I'm sure you can,

but not while you're
working all day.

Miss Borgstrom, I had
to accept your medicine.

That doesn't mean I
can't run my own affairs.

But Mr. Cartwright,

why are you so against
anyone helping you?

Adam, I don't ever want
you to play this again.

Do you understand?

Yeah, he told me
about the music box.

Did it belong to his mother?

Yes, it did.

He's better.

His throat is better.
His fever seems less.

But I think he should
continue with the medicine.

I... I was gonna
come by the store

as soon as I cleaned up a bit.

I don't mean to be
ungrateful. It's just...

You know, without
that dirty beard,

your face looks quite nice.

In fact, if you wore a
smile on it sometimes,

it might be quite
an attractive face.

You know, I think you could use

a good meal yourself,
Mr. Cartwright.

As soon as Adam is asleep,
come to my house for dinner.

It's right next to the store.

You know, Pa,
she's a real nice...

I know, son.

She's a real nice
lady. (chuckles)

Well, young fella, let's
finish up this medicine.

There we are.

The food is not much.

Oh, it's been very good.

The winter has been
hard all through Illinois.

Not as hard as those
farmers when it comes

to paying their bills.

They will pay their bills,
Gunnar. They are honest people.

Honest people who
want everything on credit.

Please, Gunnar, we have a guest.

Oh, this looks wonderful.

And I do thank you
for your hospitality.

Have you been a
long time on the road?

Yes.

Yes, we haven't come too far
in the amount of time it's taken.

Four years to get from
New England to Illinois.

Four years?

But surely it should
not take so long.

Well, we weren't on
the move all the time.

We made quite a few stops.

You have to have
funds to keep going.

Yeah, a man can go
nowhere without money.

You, uh, you say you
came from New England.

What did you do there?

I was a seaman most of my life.

I wound up a first mate.

When I got married, I opened
up a ship chandler's shop,

outfitting ships.

Then when my wife died,

my boy and I set
out to build a new life.

Why didn't you go back to
sea? There's a life for a man!

It's pretty hard to raise a boy

when you're off at
sea most of the time.

I'd always had a
dream about the West.

It's a new country, it's big.

I-I wanted to be a part of it.

To build, to grow things.

Yeah, yeah, that
was just like my father.

He had a dream
of a new land, too.

Where did it get him?

A dirty store on a
prairie crossroad.

He worked till the
sweat poured off him,

and all he had when he
died was, uh, that store.

But his dream of a new land,

at least he never gave that up.

(scoffs)

What do I care about
a storekeeper's dream?

That is your sin, Gunnar.

It is a sin to not care.

Don't tell me what's a sin.

Don't preach to me all the time.

I'm sick of listening to you.

(door opens)

(closes)

I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright.

This was no way
to treat a guest.

It's been a wonderful evening.

I-I haven't enjoyed one
like this for such a long time.

I... I really should be going.

I left Adam with Mrs. Miller.

I-I hope... I hope
we will be friends.

Thank you.

Good night, Miss Borgstrom.

Good night, Mr. Cartwright.

(door opens, closes)

The fox grapes are sweet.

(grunts)

Everything around here is sweet.

The air, the water, the company.

You, uh, you have a big
spot of purple on your chin.

All right?

What are you looking at?

There's so many places

I might have passed
through on my way west.

I might have missed you.

Well, I am a very large
peasant woman, Ben.

It would be hard to miss me.

You're a very beautiful
peasant woman.

Oh, nay, my nose is too
long, and my hands are rough.

You're fishing for compliments.

(laughter)

Well, I hope I do better with
those than with the catfish.

Oh, you leave those to Adam.

He's a pretty good fisherman.

He's a fine boy, Ben.

Yes.

It was nice of you to ask
us to share a picnic with you.

Well, it's Sunday, isn't it?

A man deserves a rest
after a long week's work.

(sighs)

We have a river in
Sweden like this Sangamon.

Cold from the snows
on the mountains.

When we were children,
my brother, Gunnar, and I

used to run along the
banks picking strawberries.

Eating them until we were sick.

You have a head full of
happy memories, haven't you?

And you?

Some good and some bad.

You, uh...

You loved your wife
very much, didn't you?

Yes, I... I loved her very much.

GUNNAR: Inger?

Ah.

Here you are.

I've been looking
all around for you.

Why? Is there anything wrong?

Get back to town right away.

But it is Sunday.

The store is closed.

Mr. McWhorter came
around in his new carriage

asking for you.

I did not tell Mr. McWhorter
I would go riding with him.

No.

But you, uh, go off on a
picnic with a penniless drifter.

Gunnar.

Gunnar, wait a minute.

You stay out of this.

I'm trying to tell you there's
nothing to be angry about.

I'll tell you something.

You stay away from my sister.

Gunnar, you are my
brother, not my father.

You be quiet.

I do what is best for you.

You do not run my life.

You get back to town.

Oh, Ben, I'm sorry.

He is... he is
young and unhappy.

And very angry.

With me.

Hello, Gunnar.

Did you tell your sister I
was looking for her yesterday?

Yeah, I tell her.

Well, come on, man,
tell me... What'd she say?

My sister is a stubborn
woman, Mr. McWhorter.

You're the man in
the house, aren't you?

Since your father's
gone, it's your job

to see that things go
right for your sister.

Yeah.

And I want them
to go right for her.

It was our father's wish
that I watch out for her.

Watch out for her?

How, by seeing her waste away
in that store across the street?

Mr. McWhorter, if
I sell you the store

and Inger still
doesn't marry you,

what happens to her then?

What, not marry me?

Why, I've got everything
in the world to give her.

The richest man in the county.

I could help you, too.

Me? (chuckles)

I don't need help.

Oh, it takes money to go
to the goldfields, Gunnar.

Lots of it.

Now, I could help
a brother-in-law...

Give him all the money he needs.

So you tell her, Gunnar...

Tell her how good I'd
be for the both of you.

Then you'd be better off
without that stranger around.

Stranger?

That man you have
working for you.

My sister went on a
picnic with him yesterday.

With Cartwright?

She's seeing him, and
I think she likes him.

Cartwright, I
want to talk to you.

Yes, Mr. McWhorter.

It's about Inger Borgstrom.

Yes?

I'm going to marry her.

I didn't know.

She didn't tell me
anything about that.

And I don't want
some shiftless drifter

hanging around her.

Well, Miss Borgstrom
tells me that...

Well, I am telling you.

And here's something
else I'm telling you.

There's no place
in this town for you.

That mean I'm fired?

That's exactly what it means.

Here, drifter.

Maybe you're not too
proud to take that now, huh?

(Gunnar laughing)

INGER: Ben! Ben!

I want to talk to you.

Ben Cartwright, the least
you can do is listen to me.

Why?

So you can tell me you're
going to marry McWhorter?

Marry McWhorter?

Who told you that
ridiculous story?

McWhorter did, just
before he fired me.

And you believed him?

Why shouldn't I?

Is... is that why
you're moving again?

Did you hear me, Ben?

There's nothing
for me in this town.

There's no future here.

So, what will you do,

go glowering through the
world the rest of your life?

What becomes of Adam?

He'll be all right.

I'll take care of him.

Can you?

Look, Ben, listen to me.

How much longer can
you go on drifting this way,

running away from your
memory of Elizabeth?

She has nothing to do with it.

She dwells over
your head like a cloud.

She's in... she's in your
voice, in your... in your heart.

Well, she's dead, Ben.

You can't carry her with
you for the rest of your life.

It's my life.

It's my business.

I... I have a better
answer than that.

A... a simple solution.

You... you could come
to work for me in the store.

If your stubborn
pride will let you.

I don't need your help.

I don't need any woman's help.

I'm man enough to
stand on my own two feet.

I'll tell you what I
think, Ben Cartwright.

I-I think you left...

you left your manhood
behind with your dead wife.

(Inger sobbing)

Pa, why did she run away?

I don't know, son.

No, I... I do know.

Hey! Inger, wait.

Inger... I-I'd like
to talk to you.

Talk? What good will talking do?

Inger... I... I want to
do as you suggest.

I... I'll work in the store.

Oh, Ben, that's wonderful.

Inger, I... I'm not a rich man.

I have a young son.

But I do have a dream.

A big dream.

If only I could ask
you to share it with me.

Oh, ask me, Ben.

Ask me.

Uh, Inger, I... Inger...

Yes, Ben, I will marry you.

(laughing): No, Ben.

What will people say?

What will they think?

Well, people will say
that Miss Inger Borgstrom

is going to marry
Mr. Benjamin Cartwright!

(giddy laughter)

There are no more
customers, Ben,

- so I am going home to fix supper.
- All right.

Would you, uh, pick
Adam up at Mrs. Miller's?

Yes, I will, and I'll
bring him along with me.

Hurry. I'm an impatient woman.

Oh, Ben.

Um, would you mind very much

seeing if Gunnar
would come to supper?

He has not eaten
with us for days.

Inger...

you think Gunnar
resents Adam and me

eating with you all the time?

I think he resents
me working here.

And I know he
resents me loving you.

Don't be angry with him, Ben.

He is my brother,
and I do love him.

Even though he
is young and sulks.

All right.

All right, I'll try to
bring him along.

Oh, but don't have
an argument with him

if he does not want to come.

Why, I'll be as
gentle as a lamb.

(both chuckle)

Thanks, Gunnar.

You won't regret this.

Gunnar.

Say, you look like you
could use a good meal.

Why don't you come
along home with me?

I'm not going home.

Stay away from me, drifter.

Well, your sister's kind
of worried about you.

She'd like you especially
to come home tonight.

I told you I'm not going home.

I'm going to the goldfields.

Of course you're going
to the goldfields, Gunnar.

But you're not going tonight.

He's telling the
truth, Cartwright.

And I have the money, too.

We just made a business deal.

That's right... a business deal!

I sold him the store.

You what?

You had no right.

He had every right.

His father left the
deed in his name,

and I kept it in my safe.

Now I own the shop.

You did this to your sister.

How could you?

She'll get half the money.

For years, your sister
supports you, and you do this?

Don't preach to
me! Leave me alone.

You give him back that
money and get back the deed.

Maybe without the store,
he won't be so anxious

to marry your
sister, eh, Gunnar?

McWhorter, you're right.

You don't want my sister.

You just want the store.

- Gunnar... Gunnar!
- I'll kill you.

The boy's had too much to drink.

I'd better take him home.

Not in that condition.

You go ahead. I'll
take care of him.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

(Inger laughing)

You don't seem to understand.

I said Gunnar sold the store.

Well, how can
you find that funny?

Oh, Ben, don't you
see, in a way, it is.

Ever since we
decided to get married,

I have been trying
to get up the courage

to do as Gunnar
wanted and sell the store.

Ben, now we can go west.

We can find that dream of yours.

We can build what
you always wanted.

But-but you mustn't
do this for me.

How could I build
anything on your sacrifice?

Sacrifice?

To have found a purpose?

A place in life with you?

You-you're so...

Inger...

I-I know how you feel
about Gunnar, though.

Ben, I love you.

You are my life now.

It is time for Gunnar
to make his own way.

Oh, don't you see, my love?

This is the way it should be.

(knock at door)

Oh, Doctor, come in.

What is it?

I have your brother
here, Miss Borgstrom.

I'm afraid he's badly hurt.

Bring him in the bedroom.

Quickly.

How badly hurt is he?

You should know, Cartwright.

(door opens)

When will you be back, Doctor?

When I finish my rounds.

And what can I do meanwhile?

Well, not very much I'm afraid.

Just, uh, keep him quiet.

You know, with a
fractured skull, we can't tell

when he'll regain consciousness.

But I'll be back.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Ben, how could you?

I don't understand.

You fought with him, didn't you?

The doctor says
you almost killed him.

I hit him, yes.

You hit him?

Ben, I thought the
anger was gone.

I thought when you said you
loved me the anger would go.

I-I didn't hit him in anger.

I-I didn't hit him that hard.

And now he is lying in that room

and he may be dying.

- Inger, please...
- Ben, don't.

Please, go.

There's something
terribly wrong here.

You must believe me.

Adam, you lie down
for a little while.

Stay here with Ms. Inger.

Pa, what happened
to Uncle Gunnar?

I don't know, son.

But I'm gonna find out.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(knocking)

Good evening, Ms. Borgstrom.

Oh, yes, Constable.

Mr. McWhorter told me what
happened to your brother.

It's a terrible thing.

How is Gunnar?

We, uh, we don't know yet.

I'm sorry to be bothering you,

but I thought the sooner
you proffered charges,

the sooner I could
arrest that man, um...

Cartwright is
his name, isn't it?

Yes, that is his name.

But there will be no charges.

No charges?

If your brother dies, this
man Cartwright is a murderer.

And if Gunnar recovers, he
should be punished anyway.

I said there will be no charges.

Ma'am, you're making a mistake.

This Cartwright
fella should be in jail.

Good night, Constable.

Good night, ma'am.

ADAM: Ms. Inger?

Yes, Adam.

Ms. Inger, that man,

he said my pa should be in jail.

Is my pa bad?

Poor darling.

No he is not bad.

He may get angry,
and do a bad thing.

But, no, Adam, he is not bad.

McWhorter?

What did you do to
Gunnar after I left?

I sent for the doctor
and they took him home.

Now, Gunnar wasn't
hurt, not as he is now,

when I left him here.

You listen to me, Cartwright.

If you had any sense,
you'd get outta town

before they pick you up.

I'll get out of town
after I find out the truth.

Well, what do you
want me to do about it?

I want you to tell
Inger what happened...

Get your hands off me.

McWhorter, I want
you to tell Inger what...

There's no need
for any fighting.

All I want is the truth.

And I want you...

Ms. Inger?

Yes, Adam.

Is my Pa coming to get me?

Yes, Adam, he will.

Do you love my Pa?

Yes, Adam, I do.

Then why did you send him away?

Oh, Adam, it's something

I just can't explain.

Go to sleep now, hmm?

(groans)

(breathing heavily): Now...

what happened to Gunnar?

I'll tell you nothing.

Ben.

How's Gunnar?

I think he's going
to be all right.

I gotta see him.

I gotta talk to him.

But the doctor said...

Gunnar.

Gunnar.

(sighs)

I thought he could
tell me the truth.

The truth?

But you said you hit him.

Yes, yes, I hit him.

In a moment of anger
I lashed out at him,

and I'm sorry for it.

But you believe
that I could do...

something like this to him?

What else can I believe?

I thought... once...

you could believe in me

and my love for you.

You hit a man, and love is lost.

Nothing to be done. Nothing.

(crying)

Oh, Ben... I want
to believe you.

(Inger sobs)

BEN: Not if you'll always
have doubts about me.

Either you love me
with all your heart...

or there's no love at all.

(crying)

Oh, what shall I do?

What shall I do?

GUNNAR: Ben?

Inger, Ben did
not do this to me.

Gunnar... what
happened after I left?

I remember falling to the floor.

After you left I...
started to get up,

and something
hit me on the head.

That's the last I remember.

McWhorter.

It must have been McWhorter.

He was the only one there.

Yeah... but he'll
never admit it.

Oh, Ben, does he
have to admit it?

If he doesn't...

how will you ever
know the truth?

You, you just told me, Ben.

You said if one loves,

one must love
with all one's heart.

I do, Ben.

I do love you with all my heart.

INGER: Oh.

Gunnar,

Ben and I would like
to be married soon.

Do we have your blessing?

I give the bride away, yeah?

Yeah.

Just you take care of my sister.

I'll take care of my wife...

and that will take
care of your sister.

I hope you find what
you're looking for.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But at least I will have tried.

As for you Inger,

take with you my
love and grateful heart.

Good-bye, Gunnar.

You will be always in
my thoughts and prayers.

I hope you find your land, Ben,

and raise fine sons.

My friends once called me Hoss,

which means a good
man with friendly face.

You are that, too, Ben.

When you and
Inger have a son, I...

I hope his friends
call him Hoss, too.

Good-bye, Adam.

You take good care of them, huh?

Good-bye, Uncle Gunnar.

(laughs)

Gunnar.

(approaching footsteps)

Hey, Pa.

- (door closes)
- Wake up, Pa.

Oh... Made it just in time.

Oh, what happened to ya?

Oh, old horse turned
flip with me. It ain't nothin'.

But you're not hurt bad, son?

Nah, just stowed up a
little bit, it ain't serious.

Oh, good.

- Hey.
- Where's Adam?

He's out there in the
barn putting up the horses.

Dog gone, Pa.

- Looks good, don't it?
- Sure is pretty.

Hey, you're not gonna cut
that cake without me, are ya?

Hey, happy birthday, brother.

Hey, what happened to your arm?

Nah, I just stowed
it up a little bit

hurrying home for this cake.

Well, there's nothing
wrong with the other hand,

go on cut the cake. We've
been waiting all night.

Wait till I light the candles.

I guess you did have
a long night, huh, Pa?

Well, I had plenty
to think about.

So did I.

I had a whole lot to think
about, didn't I, Adam?

How good that cake was
gonna be when I got here.

But it was worth waiting for.

Yeah.

It was worth waiting for.

- Well, make a wish.
- Yeah.

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