Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 7, Episode 30 - The Fighters - full transcript
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Come on now!
Come on! Let's go!
All right, let's
mix it up, lads.
Let's give this barn crowd
a run for its money, eh?
Come on, get him!
Dad-burn, Joe, look
at them son of a guns.
Can't they hit?
Yeah, that Charlie Powers
likes to look good for the crowd.
Oh!
I said take it
easy, Charlie, boy.
This is only supposed to
be a show for the rubes here.
You're lucky we've
got these mitts on.
I'll break your head.
Let's go!
Charlie's hitting
him too hard, Dugan.
Can't you make him stop?
Oh, don't worry, Ruby.
Hank's a good old lad.
He can take care of himself.
Five dollars says that
Hank takes Charlie.
I says ten dollars says
you can take both of them.
Come on!
What's the matter with him?
What you trying to do, kill him?
Just show him who's
boss in this ring, that's all.
Ladies and gentlemen!
This exciting exhibition
is declared a draw.
Let's have a big hand
for Charlie Powers!
Big show-off.
Remember when they
cheered that way for us?
I still say you could
lick either one of them.
Yeah, maybe with a sledgehammer.
Ladies and gentlemen!
We come now to the
next exciting event.
Charlie Powers,
contender for the
world's heavyweight title,
challenges any man here
to match pugilistic
skills with him.
And to any man who can
last four rounds with him,
the management
will award the sum
of $200 in cash!
$200... you hear that?
- 200 bucks.
- Yeah, that.
Don't you start
getting no ideas, Joe.
Aw, come on, you could stay
four rounds with him in your sleep!
And to make this
even more sporting,
I personally will cover all bets
at five-to-one odds
that no man can last
the four-round limit.
How do you know till you try?
You're bigger than they are!
- Joe...
- Little Joe's right, Hoss!
Come on!
- Look, everybody knows it!
- Hey, fellas, come on!
I'm not gonna go in there
and fight one of them fellas!
- Come on...
- Ladies and gentlemen!
We have a taker!
A fine, physical,
muscular specimen
of young rural manhood!
- Oh... me? -Go get 'em.
- There you go.
- Come on, let's go!
- Get in there!
You can do it, brother!
What's your name, sir?
Hoss Cartwright.
Contending for the $200 purse,
Hoss Cartwright!
Just do what I tell you.
Just keep hitting
him till he falls down.
Yeah, hit him
till he falls down.
I'll be lucky if I can
keep getting up.
Will you stop worrying?
This is gonna be the
easiest $200 we ever made.
If it's that easy, how
come you ain't fighting him?
'Cause this is your night.
All right, five-to-one odds
on Charlie Powers to win.
Make your bets with
the timekeeper here.
Bet up!
Ten bucks, mister,
on Hoss Cartwright!
- Here! Here, we go!
- Ten more on Hoss!
- Come on.
- There you go, there you go.
I wonder what they're up to.
You know, that Charlie
Powers doesn't look too happy.
Neither do I, in case
you ain't noticed.
Come on, you haven't
got a thing to worry about.
What's up, Charlie?
Ross, he wants
Hank to take this fight.
- What?
- You heard her, Dugan.
I'm not wearing myself out
on these small-town hicks.
But it's not fair, Ross.
Charlie's made Hank fight
the last eight challengers.
And you know he's
not supposed to take
anything harder
than exhibitions.
Charlie, she's right.
You know Hank here
ain't been feeling so good.
Who you grooming
for the championship?
Me or this two-bit has-been?
I said I'm not
fighting the hick,
and that's it.
Nothing to it, Hank.
You can whip that
big boy with one hand.
Just play with him for a while,
then drop him. Tell you what.
There'll be another $50 for
that chicken ranch of yours.
Ross, I don't think I should.
Look, I got a lot of
bets down already, see?
Now, you take this
fight or you and Ruby
can look for
another meal ticket.
Now, that's it, chum!
Don't do it, darling, please!
I'll be all right, sweetheart.
Don't you worry.
Here we go, Hoss.
Ladies and gentlemen,
your indulgence, please.
There will be a substitution.
All right, all right.
In place of the challenger,
we will have that former
great personage of the ring
and still formidable pugilist
Hank "The
Kilkarney Killer" Kelly!
Six of one, half
a dozen another.
And in this corner,
the Virginia City
strong boy himself,
Hoss Cartwright!
This will be a bare
knuckles affair.
And may the best man win.
Don't worry, young man.
Hank'll go easy on you.
Just give the
crowd a good fight.
This bout will be going by
the London Prize Ring Rules.
With each knockdown
ends a round.
However, going to your knees
does not constitute a knockdown.
Both fighters will be given 30
seconds rest between rounds,
eight seconds to
come to scratch.
Failure to make
scratch forfeits the bout,
and the standing
man is the winner.
Do you understand the rules?
Yes, sir, I understand.
Do your best to beat
me if you can, boy.
That's how I'll be fighting you.
Now, there'll be no eye
gouging, hair pulling,
elbowing or
wrestling... You got that?
There'll be no
biting or kicking.
That's been outlawed, too.
I don't know what
this game's coming to.
All right, corners!
Come on, hey.
Good luck.
Time... come to
scratch and fight!
Go get him, brother!
Let's go!
Come on, Hoss, get him!
Let's go!
- Let's go!
- Come on!
Come on! That's it, Hank!
Come on, finish him off!
Come on, jab him! Jab him!
Clock him, will you?!
Come on, Hoss, hit him!
Jab, Hoss, that's it.
Good, good, go ahead! Get him!
Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go! Yeah! Come on now!
You got him, Hank! You got him!
You got him! That's it.
Sorry, kid.
I got to do it.
Good-bye, ten bucks.
Come on, brother, get up!
End of round one.
30 seconds rest
before round two.
What's the matter with you?
Why didn't you finish him off?
I hit him with
everything but an ax.
That boy's made out of pig iron.
Hoss, you all right?
Am I all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.
Look, you're holding back.
You're gonna have to
get in there and hit him.
I'll try, I'll try.
Look, try faking it.
Fake him with the left hand
and hit him with the right.
I'll try, Joe.
All right, time, gentlemen!
Come to scratch and fight.
Round two.
Go on in there and get him.
- Get him.
- Come on!
That's it, you got him!
You got him, Hank, you got him!
Come on, now!
Come on! Let's go!
Let's go!
That's it, Hoss, come
on! Get mad, brother!
Let's go!
Get up! Get up!
You really got
him with that one.
Hank?
Hank, get up!
Money riding on
you. You got to get up!
Can't you do something?
End of round two.
It's not over yet, folks.
Well?
That's it, Dugan.
What do you mean?
He's not just out.
He's almost dead.
Hank!
Oh, Hank!
What... what have I done, Joe?
How is he?
Hasn't regained
consciousness yet.
Ma'am? Ma'am.
I just...
I just want to
tell you that I'm...
I'm sorry, I... Sorry?
Sorry?!
My husband's
lying up there dying,
and you're sorry?
You're nothing but an animal.
Come on, let's go.
You know, Hoss,
many times in a
man's life, he feels...
deeply for a person,
but there's nothing
he can do to help.
Many times.
Hank Kelly is a
professional fighter.
He knows what the
risks of his profession are.
Besides, you didn't
set out to hurt him.
Pa's right, Hoss.
He's partially right.
Of course, it's a fact that Hank
Kelly is a professional fighter.
But, when he hit me
and kept hitting me...
I lost my temper.
When I came up after him, I...
I came up to kill him.
I wanted to kill him.
I hit him as hard as I could.
And that ain't right.
Maybe I am just an
animal like Miss Kelly said.
Hoss...
Mrs. Kelly was
very upset, naturally.
But don't let what
she said upset you.
Why don't you go upstairs
and get yourself some rest.
Good night sleep
will do you good.
Hmm?
Yeah.
Good night.
Good night, son.
This whole thing started
over a silly $200 bet.
Hey, brother, how you doing?
Hi, Joe.
Heard you come
down... downstairs.
I couldn't sleep, either.
I'd thought I'd
come out for a while.
Yeah.
Hey, did you...
hey, did you hear
about Charlie Etterman?
He had a... had a little boy.
I bet they were
surprised after eight girls.
I don't think they
expected a boy anytime.
Yeah, yeah...
Cute little fella, you
ought to see him.
Charlie's lucky.
I'm sorry.
For what?
Had nothing to do with it, Joe.
Heck I didn't.
I... I was the one that
pushed you in there.
I thought the thing
was just a big joke.
I didn't... Oh,
baloney, baloney.
Look, if I hadn't
wanted to go in that ring,
I wouldn't have gone in there.
Dad-burnit.
There wasn't nothing you
or them other two yahoos
could've done to
push me in that ring.
I wanted to go in there.
See, that's the problem, Joe.
I wanted to get in there.
Why don't we not
talk about it, huh?
No, that ain't no good.
I need to talk about it.
I-I've been thinking
about it all night.
That ain't done no good.
I'll tell you something.
I learned something, Joe.
Learned something about myself.
Something I don't like.
I reckon every
man's got it in him.
It's some kind of an instinct
or something that he's got
down deep inside him that...
that'll make him
do things that...
that he wouldn't ordinarily do.
Except when he's scared.
See, that's what I don't like.
I got in that ring with
Kelly, and, well, dad-burnit,
he hurt me.
He kept...
bouncing his fists off
of me, and... and it hurt!
And he scared me!
He scared me...
That's the thing, see.
He scared me bad
enough, it brung up that thing
from down deep somewhere that...
that made me
want to tear him up.
Tear him to pieces, kill him.
Kill him.
You understand
what I'm saying, Joe?
Do you... you know what I mean?
I think I do understand.
♪♪
More eggs, bacon,
Mr. Cartwright?
No, thank you, Hop Sing.
I got plenty, Hop Sing, thanks.
Mr. Hoss, he not
eat this morning.
He say he have to
go into Virginia City
too early to wait for breakfast.
Oh.
Poor Mr. Hoss.
What's the matter?
He is all worry.
Well, it's a long
story, Hop Sing.
I get.
I'd like to see
Mr. Hoss Cartwright.
My name is Ross Dugan.
Mr. Hoss not home.
I tell Mr. Ben Cartwright.
Come in, please.
Mr. Ben Cartwright...
Is that correct, sir?
Yes, Mr. Dugan?
Mr. Ross Dugan, sir.
Manager, trainer,
exhibitor par excellence.
- Oh.
- Pleasure, Mr. Cartwright.
- Hi, sir.
- Your son Hoss is not here, sir?
No, I-I'm afraid he had
to go into town early.
Oh, I know this young
man from the fight.
Yeah. How are you?
I believe in getting right down
to business, Mr. Cartwright.
Mr. Dugan, would
you like to sit down?
I'd like to say,
we're all very sorry
to hear what happened
to Mr. Kelly, of course.
Has he regained consciousness?
Unfortunately not, sir.
And if he shouldn't, might
prove to be a great loss to me.
And to the world of pugilism.
We've been together
almost 12 years now, sir.
Ever since I rescued
him from the obscurity
of the coal mines in Wales.
Oh, what a great
lad he was, too.
Be like losing my very own son.
Well, I can understand that.
I...
I'm sure you must know
how Hoss feels, too.
Thinking he's
responsible for it all.
There is a way your son
could atone, Mr. Cartwright.
That's what I came
here to talk about.
How's that?
By fighting.
By giving me and Charlie Powers
the satisfaction
of another fight.
Mr. Dugan, if that's the
reason for your call today,
I'm afraid you've...
you've wasted your time.
I came here to
make a match, sir.
The whole town wants a match.
Why, don't you see
the sensational thing
it will be, sir?
Why, Charlie Powers,
contender for the title,
versus Hoss Cartwright,
Virginia City's own strong boy.
The man who knocked Hank
Kelly senseless with one punch.
- Out.
- Oh, look.
If it's a split in the
betting you want, sir...
- Good day, Mr. Dugan!
- Wait a minute.
So, you don't think this
is the end of it, do you?
Why, there's more ways than
one to make your son fight!
♪♪
- Oh, hi.
- Oh, Hoss, I figured you'd be around.
How's...?
He regained consciousness
a few hours ago.
I'm afraid that your
punches did more
than just knock him out, Hoss.
You see, uh... he
can never fight again.
Yeah.
Would it be all right if I
went in there to see him?
Sure. Matter of fact,
it might be good for him
to have someone with him
while his wife is
seeing Mr. Dugan.
Don't make it too long though.
Thanks, Doc.
Mr. Kelly?
Oh, come on in.
How you doing?
I'll be all right.
Got a hard head.
Well, I'll tell you, you-you
sure gave me a scare.
We're even.
You gave me a proper walloping!
Oh, no.
That was just a lucky punch.
Or unlucky.
I guess it's according to
which feller's looking at it.
I didn't sleep too
well last night.
I was sleeping
enough for both of us.
When I... when I think
what I've done to you...
Oh, you've done nothing, lad.
Nothing.
I was a good fighter once.
And with the proper breaks,
I might've been champion.
You want to tell me about it?
Ah, what's to tell?
I was a miner.
Migrated from the
potato fields of Ireland
to the coal mines of Wales.
Yeah, when I met Ross Dugan.
Ross Dugan.
He was a down-at-the-heels
promoter from London.
Somewhere he'd heard
about that big Irish lad
who beat everyone in the mines.
He came hunting for me,
swearing that he could
make me champion
of the whole ruddy commonwealth.
So, what happened?
Well, I was a big, powerful ox.
He was a ratty little nobody.
We couldn't raise the
kind of public interest
championship bouts demanded.
Still, anything was
better than the coal, and...
we made fair money.
Yes, I beat and fought
some of the best
men in the British Isles.
I was riding pretty high
when we came to New York.
And then I met my Ruby.
And married her.
As lovely a colleen as ever
came from the old country.
I was gonna make
her a queen, I was.
In those days, I thought the
easy money would never end.
But everything ends.
Doesn't it, lad?
Yeah.
Yeah, I reckon it does.
But you were a great fighter.
I remember reading all
those stories about you.
Yes, well, when I burned
myself out for old Ross,
there was Charlie.
Another hungry
lad to take my place.
So, I reckon you'll be
quitting the ring now, huh?
Quitting now?
Quit?
I'm a pug.
I don't know nothing else.
But... the doc
says you got to quit.
Look, Hoss.
You ever have a dream?
Huh?
I mean, something
you really wanted.
Well, me and Ruby, we've
been saving every penny
to buy a little
ranch in California.
And we figured by the
time we got to San Francisco
on this tour, we'd have
enough money to buy it.
But, Hank, you... you
can't keep on fighting.
Well, it's that
or lose the farm.
Forget the dream.
Ruby's begged me
to quit, but I can't.
At least this way, if
anything happens to me,
she'll get the farm.
Look, Hank.
I've been stashing away
a little money, and I...
Thanks, Hoss, I couldn't
take nothing I didn't earn.
Besides, Ross Dugan'll
pay for me expenses.
And doctor bills.
There's $500 he's keeping
for me towards the farm.
Yeah, I'll get the
rest of it somehow.
Medical care?
Why, you must be
punchier than your old man
to come here with that idea.
But you owe Hank that much.
At least that.
I owe that stumble bum nothing.
Hank has given you everything.
Everything he was and had.
Sure. Thanks to him,
I've lost practically
our whole bankroll.
Oh... Ross, he needs help!
That's your problem.
All right.
You're holding $500
of Hank's money.
The money for the farm.
I'll take that.
That money's gone.
Gone?
What do you mean, gone?
G-O-N-E, gone.
It went with my own
bankroll on the fight.
I bet that as a
special favor to Hank.
I figured it'd get him
his stinking little farm
faster that way.
Then he lost.
You had no right to bet Hank's
money without asking him.
It's every cent we
had in this world.
Have you got the
money to hire a lawyer
and take me to court?
Oh, look, ducky.
Yes.
I'm a businessman, see?
And Hank was bad
business for me.
On the other hand,
I'm not a heartless sort.
Let's say you or Hank
was able to convince
Hoss Cartwright
he had to fight Charlie here.
Ooh, think of the gate that
kind of a fight would bring, eh?
Well, I might be able
to dig up enough money
to pay Hank's doctor bills.
Maybe even another $500 for him.
How could Hank or I convince
Hoss Cartwright to fight?
Oh, there are ways.
I hear Cartwright's
taking this thing pretty bad.
And these country yokels,
they've all got consciences
as big as freight wagons.
Why, you could cry a little.
You know?
What you say, Ruby?
Who's more important to you?
Hoss Cartwright or
your own dear husband?
I once called Hoss
Cartwright an animal.
But I was wrong,
because I was afraid
to face up to the truth.
You're the animal.
Wrought that out
pretty good, Dugan.
I was almost bawling
'cause poor old Hank
lost all his money.
You didn't bet a dime of it.
You want that fight, don't you?
Well, sure I want it.
We get what we want,
people like you and me.
Don't we?
My, my, we're having a bit
of a conscience fit now, hey?
When I first started
throwing Hank to the dogs
to make you champ, I
didn't get no complaints.
Now, you shut up, Dugan.
What?!
Sure, I done my
share of dirty things
to get ahead in this game.
But I can't forget what
it was like to be hungry.
Seemed like all my life
I was cold and
scared and on the run.
And I saw others turn weak
and go down grabbing for
nothing but a handful of air.
And I swore right then that
I'd never be one of them.
Like Hank.
Oh, you ain't like Hank.
When I saw my first boxing ring,
I knew then I was
looking at the only hope
I had of ever making
something of myself.
And I'm not going to give it up.
We should've been in
San Francisco by now,
getting ready to
fight Camel Heenan
for the American title.
Well, it's not my fault.
How was I to know
some Western bumpkin
was going to beat Kelly?
Oh, if we want to fight
the champ, Charlie,
we got to match his purse money.
$5,000.
Virginia City was going
to be easy pickings.
Instead of that, we've
lost half our money.
Well, it was you
thought Hank could take
all these local yokels.
It was you who wouldn't
fight Cartwright, remember?
Well, I want to fight him now.
Oh, we're dead, Charlie,
without that purse money.
No, it's beat Cartwright
or a handful of air.
Nobody's gonna stand
in my way, Dugan.
Nobody.
First Cartwright,
then San Francisco,
and then London
and the heavyweight
championship of the world.
That's the way I like to
hear you talk, Charlie.
Nobody can stop us now!
So, that's Dugan's proposition?
I think there's an
easier solution.
What's that, Mr. Cartwright?
We give you and Hank
$500 and pay the medical bills.
Hank would never accept charity.
But, ma'am, it's not charity.
You see, Miss Kelly, I...
I feel responsible for Hank.
And I'd like to do something
to make it up to you.
Oh, I can't accept charity.
Not for him or for myself.
Now, Mrs. Kelly,
your husband is a
professional fighter.
My son is not.
Wait, wait, Pa.
Look, Miss Kelly.
I'll do anything in the
world for you and Hank.
Anything. I'll give
you anything I got.
I'll work.
But I ain't gonna fight again.
Ever.
I didn't think you would.
I can't say I really blame you.
I was unfair to you.
I only ask you to forgive me.
Mrs. Kelly?
What-what about
the... the medical bills?
You know, you owe
something to Hank, too.
And he'd need never know.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll order those tools for Pa
as soon as I talk to Doc Martin.
What do you think the
Kellys are gonna say
when they find out
you're paying up the bills?
Well, there ain't no reason
for them to know, is there?
No, I guess not.
You gonna go up and see Hank?
I'd like to.
But I'm afraid Miss Kelly
wouldn't be overjoyed to see me.
Well, I'll meet you
over at the Silver Dollar.
Have a quick beer
before we go home.
- Fine, see you in a minute.
- Bye.
- Hey, Little Joe.
- How you doing, Bert?
- I'll have a beer, Cosmo.
- Hi, Little Joe.
How's it going?
Little Joe, uh, what about Hoss?
Yeah, what about Hoss?
- Well, uh...
- Is he gonna fight Charlie Powers?
Mm-mm.
No. Why should he?
Smitty here says he'll fight.
I say he won't.
Yeah, you two guys are
doing an awful lot of talking
about something ain't
none of your business.
Well, most of the town's
taking sides, Little Joe.
There's lots of
coin rolling around
that says Hoss can lick
that professional fighter.
And a lot that says Hoss
is plain scared to fight.
You saying that, Bert?
I didn't say he was scared.
I'm-I'm gonna put
my money on him
when he fights Charlie Powers.
Yeah, well, you both
can save your money.
'Cause my brother Hoss
isn't gonna fight anybody.
You understand?
We understand.
But what about Charlie Powers?
He-He's going around town saying
he's gonna bust
Hoss right in two.
Charlie Powers got a big mouth.
Hey, there's the champ!
Hey.
You see what I see?
Hey.
I sure do.
Come on.
Yokel, I think we have
some business to settle.
What-what business?
Fight business.
How would tomorrow
afternoon suit you?
Same place, same ring.
Well, it wouldn't suit
me at all, Mr. Powers.
When would you like
to fight him then, eh?
I ain't gonna fight
him no place, no time.
Fact is, I'm-I'm
through with fighting.
That's all there is to it.
What he means is he's yellow!
Here's what he's scared of.
Charlie Powers.
The man that's gonna
flatten a champion,
soon as I can get him to
meet me in San Francisco.
Charlie Powers
got Hoss Cartwright
cornered in the street!
He's trying to push a fight.
Well, there's
only one thing left.
Joe, you coming home?
Hoss, I got some things
to take care of in town.
Run home, little
Hoss Cartwright!
We don't want you to get hurt!
For a big man, you're
all air, Cartwright!
Don't be crazy, Little Joe.
That fella's a professional,
and he outweighs you by a ton.
You think my brother's
yellow, mister?
I think all you
Cartwrights are yellow.
So, you turned and
walked away from it, huh?
Yup.
Just walked off.
Well, that... that took courage.
It was the hardest
dad-burn thing
I ever had to do in my life.
Well, just the same,
I'm glad you did it.
Yeah.
If you could have seen the
expression on Little Joe's face.
Well, Joseph is young.
And you know
how impulsive he is.
When he's had a
chance to think it out,
he'll be as proud
of you as I am.
I hope so.
Hey, I was going up
to the north pasture
when you came in.
Won't you keep me company, huh?
Yeah.
Joe!
What happened to you?
Hoss, come on, help me.
Hop Sing!
Hop Sing, get some hot water
and some soap and some alcohol!
Yes, sir, Mr. Cartwright.
Hoss, get some brandy.
Yes, sir.
Now... what happened?
I made a big mistake.
I swung on... I swung
on Charlie Powers.
Oh, he kept making wisecracks
about Hoss, and
I lost my temper.
Boy, did he work me over.
Charlie Powers, huh?
Come on, Hop Sing.
Hoss!
Hold this.
Boy, that guy hits like a bull.
Charlie Powers,
next champion of
these United States,
is buying the
refreshments, gentlemen!
Step up to the bar!
Hold it! Hold it!
Hoss Cartwright's in town,
and he's heading this way,
looking for Charlie Powers.
Did you see him yourself, boy?
Sure did, mister.
And I ain't never seen
him look like that before.
Howdy.
I came here for two reasons.
Number one is Kelly's $500.
Now, see here, you...
- Give it to him.
- What?
I said give him the money.
There's my purse, fighter.
Remember the
odds are five-to-one.
You're covered, yokel.
What's the other reason?
A little gift for
my little brother.
Wait a minute,
just wait a minute!
We got to do
this thing properly!
We got to do it in the ring!
We got to sell
tickets, take bets!
Nobody knocks me down!
You got your fight right now!
Come on! Charlie!
Look out, Charlie!
Finish him!
It's happening! It's happening!
It happened! It happened!
It happened!
Hey, you there!
What's happened?
Charlie Powers
and Hoss Cartwright,
they're tangling
in the Silver Dollar!
Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Hank Kelly, you
get back in that bed!
You're a sick man!
Yeah, I never felt
better in my life.
I've been waiting five years
to see Charlie
Powers get his lumps.
And I wouldn't be
missing this for the world.
Come on, there!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go!
I'm gonna cut you to ribbons.
I hate to tell you
this, Hank, but...
your $500 is riding on me.
Now, we can whip him, Hoss.
He's got a weak spot right here.
He can't take it there.
All right, Cartwright!
Come and fight!
Now, go get him, Yank!
And watch for him
to drop his guard.
Come on!
Now, Hoss!
Slug him, Charlie! Slug him!
Well, what do you
think I've been doing?!
Kissing him?
Here, let me give you
a hand, Mr. Powers.
So, he's full of air, is he?!
Oh!
Come on, Hoss, get him!
Hold it, hold it!
Here, boys! On the house!
Here, boys! On the house!
Oh!
Where...? I'll kill him.
Sam, you... you still got...
you still got that money?
I sure do, Hoss. Right here.
$500.
At five-to-one, that's $2,500.
- Oh, Mr. Cartwright.
- Oh, no, Hoss.
We can't be taking
this. You won it.
Hank... you won it.
It's your money.
It's the $500 you
had riding on me.
It's... it's just growed
a little, that's all.
Good-bye, ma'am.
- Good-bye.
- Ma'am.
Hoss, what can I
say to thank you?
Ma'am, you just made
my whole day right then.
Ben, you've got a wonderful son.
Thank you.
And you're quite a man yourself.
But stay in the
middleweight division.
You're a champ there.
I'll take your advice.
And you, you big lug.
Listen, if you
ever get the notion
you'd like to be heavyweight
champion of the world...
You're in the
chicken-raising business
from now on, Mr. Kelly.
Hyah! Eh! Hyah!
Well, champ, let's
get along home.
We have some post
holes you might try
to flex your muscles on.
Yeah, and since
you're so big and strong,
I think I'll just sit
there and watch you.
You're my idol.
This has been a color production
of the NBC Television Network.
is brought to you in
living color on NBC.
Come on now!
Come on! Let's go!
All right, let's
mix it up, lads.
Let's give this barn crowd
a run for its money, eh?
Come on, get him!
Dad-burn, Joe, look
at them son of a guns.
Can't they hit?
Yeah, that Charlie Powers
likes to look good for the crowd.
Oh!
I said take it
easy, Charlie, boy.
This is only supposed to
be a show for the rubes here.
You're lucky we've
got these mitts on.
I'll break your head.
Let's go!
Charlie's hitting
him too hard, Dugan.
Can't you make him stop?
Oh, don't worry, Ruby.
Hank's a good old lad.
He can take care of himself.
Five dollars says that
Hank takes Charlie.
I says ten dollars says
you can take both of them.
Come on!
What's the matter with him?
What you trying to do, kill him?
Just show him who's
boss in this ring, that's all.
Ladies and gentlemen!
This exciting exhibition
is declared a draw.
Let's have a big hand
for Charlie Powers!
Big show-off.
Remember when they
cheered that way for us?
I still say you could
lick either one of them.
Yeah, maybe with a sledgehammer.
Ladies and gentlemen!
We come now to the
next exciting event.
Charlie Powers,
contender for the
world's heavyweight title,
challenges any man here
to match pugilistic
skills with him.
And to any man who can
last four rounds with him,
the management
will award the sum
of $200 in cash!
$200... you hear that?
- 200 bucks.
- Yeah, that.
Don't you start
getting no ideas, Joe.
Aw, come on, you could stay
four rounds with him in your sleep!
And to make this
even more sporting,
I personally will cover all bets
at five-to-one odds
that no man can last
the four-round limit.
How do you know till you try?
You're bigger than they are!
- Joe...
- Little Joe's right, Hoss!
Come on!
- Look, everybody knows it!
- Hey, fellas, come on!
I'm not gonna go in there
and fight one of them fellas!
- Come on...
- Ladies and gentlemen!
We have a taker!
A fine, physical,
muscular specimen
of young rural manhood!
- Oh... me? -Go get 'em.
- There you go.
- Come on, let's go!
- Get in there!
You can do it, brother!
What's your name, sir?
Hoss Cartwright.
Contending for the $200 purse,
Hoss Cartwright!
Just do what I tell you.
Just keep hitting
him till he falls down.
Yeah, hit him
till he falls down.
I'll be lucky if I can
keep getting up.
Will you stop worrying?
This is gonna be the
easiest $200 we ever made.
If it's that easy, how
come you ain't fighting him?
'Cause this is your night.
All right, five-to-one odds
on Charlie Powers to win.
Make your bets with
the timekeeper here.
Bet up!
Ten bucks, mister,
on Hoss Cartwright!
- Here! Here, we go!
- Ten more on Hoss!
- Come on.
- There you go, there you go.
I wonder what they're up to.
You know, that Charlie
Powers doesn't look too happy.
Neither do I, in case
you ain't noticed.
Come on, you haven't
got a thing to worry about.
What's up, Charlie?
Ross, he wants
Hank to take this fight.
- What?
- You heard her, Dugan.
I'm not wearing myself out
on these small-town hicks.
But it's not fair, Ross.
Charlie's made Hank fight
the last eight challengers.
And you know he's
not supposed to take
anything harder
than exhibitions.
Charlie, she's right.
You know Hank here
ain't been feeling so good.
Who you grooming
for the championship?
Me or this two-bit has-been?
I said I'm not
fighting the hick,
and that's it.
Nothing to it, Hank.
You can whip that
big boy with one hand.
Just play with him for a while,
then drop him. Tell you what.
There'll be another $50 for
that chicken ranch of yours.
Ross, I don't think I should.
Look, I got a lot of
bets down already, see?
Now, you take this
fight or you and Ruby
can look for
another meal ticket.
Now, that's it, chum!
Don't do it, darling, please!
I'll be all right, sweetheart.
Don't you worry.
Here we go, Hoss.
Ladies and gentlemen,
your indulgence, please.
There will be a substitution.
All right, all right.
In place of the challenger,
we will have that former
great personage of the ring
and still formidable pugilist
Hank "The
Kilkarney Killer" Kelly!
Six of one, half
a dozen another.
And in this corner,
the Virginia City
strong boy himself,
Hoss Cartwright!
This will be a bare
knuckles affair.
And may the best man win.
Don't worry, young man.
Hank'll go easy on you.
Just give the
crowd a good fight.
This bout will be going by
the London Prize Ring Rules.
With each knockdown
ends a round.
However, going to your knees
does not constitute a knockdown.
Both fighters will be given 30
seconds rest between rounds,
eight seconds to
come to scratch.
Failure to make
scratch forfeits the bout,
and the standing
man is the winner.
Do you understand the rules?
Yes, sir, I understand.
Do your best to beat
me if you can, boy.
That's how I'll be fighting you.
Now, there'll be no eye
gouging, hair pulling,
elbowing or
wrestling... You got that?
There'll be no
biting or kicking.
That's been outlawed, too.
I don't know what
this game's coming to.
All right, corners!
Come on, hey.
Good luck.
Time... come to
scratch and fight!
Go get him, brother!
Let's go!
Come on, Hoss, get him!
Let's go!
- Let's go!
- Come on!
Come on! That's it, Hank!
Come on, finish him off!
Come on, jab him! Jab him!
Clock him, will you?!
Come on, Hoss, hit him!
Jab, Hoss, that's it.
Good, good, go ahead! Get him!
Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go! Yeah! Come on now!
You got him, Hank! You got him!
You got him! That's it.
Sorry, kid.
I got to do it.
Good-bye, ten bucks.
Come on, brother, get up!
End of round one.
30 seconds rest
before round two.
What's the matter with you?
Why didn't you finish him off?
I hit him with
everything but an ax.
That boy's made out of pig iron.
Hoss, you all right?
Am I all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.
Look, you're holding back.
You're gonna have to
get in there and hit him.
I'll try, I'll try.
Look, try faking it.
Fake him with the left hand
and hit him with the right.
I'll try, Joe.
All right, time, gentlemen!
Come to scratch and fight.
Round two.
Go on in there and get him.
- Get him.
- Come on!
That's it, you got him!
You got him, Hank, you got him!
Come on, now!
Come on! Let's go!
Let's go!
That's it, Hoss, come
on! Get mad, brother!
Let's go!
Get up! Get up!
You really got
him with that one.
Hank?
Hank, get up!
Money riding on
you. You got to get up!
Can't you do something?
End of round two.
It's not over yet, folks.
Well?
That's it, Dugan.
What do you mean?
He's not just out.
He's almost dead.
Hank!
Oh, Hank!
What... what have I done, Joe?
How is he?
Hasn't regained
consciousness yet.
Ma'am? Ma'am.
I just...
I just want to
tell you that I'm...
I'm sorry, I... Sorry?
Sorry?!
My husband's
lying up there dying,
and you're sorry?
You're nothing but an animal.
Come on, let's go.
You know, Hoss,
many times in a
man's life, he feels...
deeply for a person,
but there's nothing
he can do to help.
Many times.
Hank Kelly is a
professional fighter.
He knows what the
risks of his profession are.
Besides, you didn't
set out to hurt him.
Pa's right, Hoss.
He's partially right.
Of course, it's a fact that Hank
Kelly is a professional fighter.
But, when he hit me
and kept hitting me...
I lost my temper.
When I came up after him, I...
I came up to kill him.
I wanted to kill him.
I hit him as hard as I could.
And that ain't right.
Maybe I am just an
animal like Miss Kelly said.
Hoss...
Mrs. Kelly was
very upset, naturally.
But don't let what
she said upset you.
Why don't you go upstairs
and get yourself some rest.
Good night sleep
will do you good.
Hmm?
Yeah.
Good night.
Good night, son.
This whole thing started
over a silly $200 bet.
Hey, brother, how you doing?
Hi, Joe.
Heard you come
down... downstairs.
I couldn't sleep, either.
I'd thought I'd
come out for a while.
Yeah.
Hey, did you...
hey, did you hear
about Charlie Etterman?
He had a... had a little boy.
I bet they were
surprised after eight girls.
I don't think they
expected a boy anytime.
Yeah, yeah...
Cute little fella, you
ought to see him.
Charlie's lucky.
I'm sorry.
For what?
Had nothing to do with it, Joe.
Heck I didn't.
I... I was the one that
pushed you in there.
I thought the thing
was just a big joke.
I didn't... Oh,
baloney, baloney.
Look, if I hadn't
wanted to go in that ring,
I wouldn't have gone in there.
Dad-burnit.
There wasn't nothing you
or them other two yahoos
could've done to
push me in that ring.
I wanted to go in there.
See, that's the problem, Joe.
I wanted to get in there.
Why don't we not
talk about it, huh?
No, that ain't no good.
I need to talk about it.
I-I've been thinking
about it all night.
That ain't done no good.
I'll tell you something.
I learned something, Joe.
Learned something about myself.
Something I don't like.
I reckon every
man's got it in him.
It's some kind of an instinct
or something that he's got
down deep inside him that...
that'll make him
do things that...
that he wouldn't ordinarily do.
Except when he's scared.
See, that's what I don't like.
I got in that ring with
Kelly, and, well, dad-burnit,
he hurt me.
He kept...
bouncing his fists off
of me, and... and it hurt!
And he scared me!
He scared me...
That's the thing, see.
He scared me bad
enough, it brung up that thing
from down deep somewhere that...
that made me
want to tear him up.
Tear him to pieces, kill him.
Kill him.
You understand
what I'm saying, Joe?
Do you... you know what I mean?
I think I do understand.
♪♪
More eggs, bacon,
Mr. Cartwright?
No, thank you, Hop Sing.
I got plenty, Hop Sing, thanks.
Mr. Hoss, he not
eat this morning.
He say he have to
go into Virginia City
too early to wait for breakfast.
Oh.
Poor Mr. Hoss.
What's the matter?
He is all worry.
Well, it's a long
story, Hop Sing.
I get.
I'd like to see
Mr. Hoss Cartwright.
My name is Ross Dugan.
Mr. Hoss not home.
I tell Mr. Ben Cartwright.
Come in, please.
Mr. Ben Cartwright...
Is that correct, sir?
Yes, Mr. Dugan?
Mr. Ross Dugan, sir.
Manager, trainer,
exhibitor par excellence.
- Oh.
- Pleasure, Mr. Cartwright.
- Hi, sir.
- Your son Hoss is not here, sir?
No, I-I'm afraid he had
to go into town early.
Oh, I know this young
man from the fight.
Yeah. How are you?
I believe in getting right down
to business, Mr. Cartwright.
Mr. Dugan, would
you like to sit down?
I'd like to say,
we're all very sorry
to hear what happened
to Mr. Kelly, of course.
Has he regained consciousness?
Unfortunately not, sir.
And if he shouldn't, might
prove to be a great loss to me.
And to the world of pugilism.
We've been together
almost 12 years now, sir.
Ever since I rescued
him from the obscurity
of the coal mines in Wales.
Oh, what a great
lad he was, too.
Be like losing my very own son.
Well, I can understand that.
I...
I'm sure you must know
how Hoss feels, too.
Thinking he's
responsible for it all.
There is a way your son
could atone, Mr. Cartwright.
That's what I came
here to talk about.
How's that?
By fighting.
By giving me and Charlie Powers
the satisfaction
of another fight.
Mr. Dugan, if that's the
reason for your call today,
I'm afraid you've...
you've wasted your time.
I came here to
make a match, sir.
The whole town wants a match.
Why, don't you see
the sensational thing
it will be, sir?
Why, Charlie Powers,
contender for the title,
versus Hoss Cartwright,
Virginia City's own strong boy.
The man who knocked Hank
Kelly senseless with one punch.
- Out.
- Oh, look.
If it's a split in the
betting you want, sir...
- Good day, Mr. Dugan!
- Wait a minute.
So, you don't think this
is the end of it, do you?
Why, there's more ways than
one to make your son fight!
♪♪
- Oh, hi.
- Oh, Hoss, I figured you'd be around.
How's...?
He regained consciousness
a few hours ago.
I'm afraid that your
punches did more
than just knock him out, Hoss.
You see, uh... he
can never fight again.
Yeah.
Would it be all right if I
went in there to see him?
Sure. Matter of fact,
it might be good for him
to have someone with him
while his wife is
seeing Mr. Dugan.
Don't make it too long though.
Thanks, Doc.
Mr. Kelly?
Oh, come on in.
How you doing?
I'll be all right.
Got a hard head.
Well, I'll tell you, you-you
sure gave me a scare.
We're even.
You gave me a proper walloping!
Oh, no.
That was just a lucky punch.
Or unlucky.
I guess it's according to
which feller's looking at it.
I didn't sleep too
well last night.
I was sleeping
enough for both of us.
When I... when I think
what I've done to you...
Oh, you've done nothing, lad.
Nothing.
I was a good fighter once.
And with the proper breaks,
I might've been champion.
You want to tell me about it?
Ah, what's to tell?
I was a miner.
Migrated from the
potato fields of Ireland
to the coal mines of Wales.
Yeah, when I met Ross Dugan.
Ross Dugan.
He was a down-at-the-heels
promoter from London.
Somewhere he'd heard
about that big Irish lad
who beat everyone in the mines.
He came hunting for me,
swearing that he could
make me champion
of the whole ruddy commonwealth.
So, what happened?
Well, I was a big, powerful ox.
He was a ratty little nobody.
We couldn't raise the
kind of public interest
championship bouts demanded.
Still, anything was
better than the coal, and...
we made fair money.
Yes, I beat and fought
some of the best
men in the British Isles.
I was riding pretty high
when we came to New York.
And then I met my Ruby.
And married her.
As lovely a colleen as ever
came from the old country.
I was gonna make
her a queen, I was.
In those days, I thought the
easy money would never end.
But everything ends.
Doesn't it, lad?
Yeah.
Yeah, I reckon it does.
But you were a great fighter.
I remember reading all
those stories about you.
Yes, well, when I burned
myself out for old Ross,
there was Charlie.
Another hungry
lad to take my place.
So, I reckon you'll be
quitting the ring now, huh?
Quitting now?
Quit?
I'm a pug.
I don't know nothing else.
But... the doc
says you got to quit.
Look, Hoss.
You ever have a dream?
Huh?
I mean, something
you really wanted.
Well, me and Ruby, we've
been saving every penny
to buy a little
ranch in California.
And we figured by the
time we got to San Francisco
on this tour, we'd have
enough money to buy it.
But, Hank, you... you
can't keep on fighting.
Well, it's that
or lose the farm.
Forget the dream.
Ruby's begged me
to quit, but I can't.
At least this way, if
anything happens to me,
she'll get the farm.
Look, Hank.
I've been stashing away
a little money, and I...
Thanks, Hoss, I couldn't
take nothing I didn't earn.
Besides, Ross Dugan'll
pay for me expenses.
And doctor bills.
There's $500 he's keeping
for me towards the farm.
Yeah, I'll get the
rest of it somehow.
Medical care?
Why, you must be
punchier than your old man
to come here with that idea.
But you owe Hank that much.
At least that.
I owe that stumble bum nothing.
Hank has given you everything.
Everything he was and had.
Sure. Thanks to him,
I've lost practically
our whole bankroll.
Oh... Ross, he needs help!
That's your problem.
All right.
You're holding $500
of Hank's money.
The money for the farm.
I'll take that.
That money's gone.
Gone?
What do you mean, gone?
G-O-N-E, gone.
It went with my own
bankroll on the fight.
I bet that as a
special favor to Hank.
I figured it'd get him
his stinking little farm
faster that way.
Then he lost.
You had no right to bet Hank's
money without asking him.
It's every cent we
had in this world.
Have you got the
money to hire a lawyer
and take me to court?
Oh, look, ducky.
Yes.
I'm a businessman, see?
And Hank was bad
business for me.
On the other hand,
I'm not a heartless sort.
Let's say you or Hank
was able to convince
Hoss Cartwright
he had to fight Charlie here.
Ooh, think of the gate that
kind of a fight would bring, eh?
Well, I might be able
to dig up enough money
to pay Hank's doctor bills.
Maybe even another $500 for him.
How could Hank or I convince
Hoss Cartwright to fight?
Oh, there are ways.
I hear Cartwright's
taking this thing pretty bad.
And these country yokels,
they've all got consciences
as big as freight wagons.
Why, you could cry a little.
You know?
What you say, Ruby?
Who's more important to you?
Hoss Cartwright or
your own dear husband?
I once called Hoss
Cartwright an animal.
But I was wrong,
because I was afraid
to face up to the truth.
You're the animal.
Wrought that out
pretty good, Dugan.
I was almost bawling
'cause poor old Hank
lost all his money.
You didn't bet a dime of it.
You want that fight, don't you?
Well, sure I want it.
We get what we want,
people like you and me.
Don't we?
My, my, we're having a bit
of a conscience fit now, hey?
When I first started
throwing Hank to the dogs
to make you champ, I
didn't get no complaints.
Now, you shut up, Dugan.
What?!
Sure, I done my
share of dirty things
to get ahead in this game.
But I can't forget what
it was like to be hungry.
Seemed like all my life
I was cold and
scared and on the run.
And I saw others turn weak
and go down grabbing for
nothing but a handful of air.
And I swore right then that
I'd never be one of them.
Like Hank.
Oh, you ain't like Hank.
When I saw my first boxing ring,
I knew then I was
looking at the only hope
I had of ever making
something of myself.
And I'm not going to give it up.
We should've been in
San Francisco by now,
getting ready to
fight Camel Heenan
for the American title.
Well, it's not my fault.
How was I to know
some Western bumpkin
was going to beat Kelly?
Oh, if we want to fight
the champ, Charlie,
we got to match his purse money.
$5,000.
Virginia City was going
to be easy pickings.
Instead of that, we've
lost half our money.
Well, it was you
thought Hank could take
all these local yokels.
It was you who wouldn't
fight Cartwright, remember?
Well, I want to fight him now.
Oh, we're dead, Charlie,
without that purse money.
No, it's beat Cartwright
or a handful of air.
Nobody's gonna stand
in my way, Dugan.
Nobody.
First Cartwright,
then San Francisco,
and then London
and the heavyweight
championship of the world.
That's the way I like to
hear you talk, Charlie.
Nobody can stop us now!
So, that's Dugan's proposition?
I think there's an
easier solution.
What's that, Mr. Cartwright?
We give you and Hank
$500 and pay the medical bills.
Hank would never accept charity.
But, ma'am, it's not charity.
You see, Miss Kelly, I...
I feel responsible for Hank.
And I'd like to do something
to make it up to you.
Oh, I can't accept charity.
Not for him or for myself.
Now, Mrs. Kelly,
your husband is a
professional fighter.
My son is not.
Wait, wait, Pa.
Look, Miss Kelly.
I'll do anything in the
world for you and Hank.
Anything. I'll give
you anything I got.
I'll work.
But I ain't gonna fight again.
Ever.
I didn't think you would.
I can't say I really blame you.
I was unfair to you.
I only ask you to forgive me.
Mrs. Kelly?
What-what about
the... the medical bills?
You know, you owe
something to Hank, too.
And he'd need never know.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll order those tools for Pa
as soon as I talk to Doc Martin.
What do you think the
Kellys are gonna say
when they find out
you're paying up the bills?
Well, there ain't no reason
for them to know, is there?
No, I guess not.
You gonna go up and see Hank?
I'd like to.
But I'm afraid Miss Kelly
wouldn't be overjoyed to see me.
Well, I'll meet you
over at the Silver Dollar.
Have a quick beer
before we go home.
- Fine, see you in a minute.
- Bye.
- Hey, Little Joe.
- How you doing, Bert?
- I'll have a beer, Cosmo.
- Hi, Little Joe.
How's it going?
Little Joe, uh, what about Hoss?
Yeah, what about Hoss?
- Well, uh...
- Is he gonna fight Charlie Powers?
Mm-mm.
No. Why should he?
Smitty here says he'll fight.
I say he won't.
Yeah, you two guys are
doing an awful lot of talking
about something ain't
none of your business.
Well, most of the town's
taking sides, Little Joe.
There's lots of
coin rolling around
that says Hoss can lick
that professional fighter.
And a lot that says Hoss
is plain scared to fight.
You saying that, Bert?
I didn't say he was scared.
I'm-I'm gonna put
my money on him
when he fights Charlie Powers.
Yeah, well, you both
can save your money.
'Cause my brother Hoss
isn't gonna fight anybody.
You understand?
We understand.
But what about Charlie Powers?
He-He's going around town saying
he's gonna bust
Hoss right in two.
Charlie Powers got a big mouth.
Hey, there's the champ!
Hey.
You see what I see?
Hey.
I sure do.
Come on.
Yokel, I think we have
some business to settle.
What-what business?
Fight business.
How would tomorrow
afternoon suit you?
Same place, same ring.
Well, it wouldn't suit
me at all, Mr. Powers.
When would you like
to fight him then, eh?
I ain't gonna fight
him no place, no time.
Fact is, I'm-I'm
through with fighting.
That's all there is to it.
What he means is he's yellow!
Here's what he's scared of.
Charlie Powers.
The man that's gonna
flatten a champion,
soon as I can get him to
meet me in San Francisco.
Charlie Powers
got Hoss Cartwright
cornered in the street!
He's trying to push a fight.
Well, there's
only one thing left.
Joe, you coming home?
Hoss, I got some things
to take care of in town.
Run home, little
Hoss Cartwright!
We don't want you to get hurt!
For a big man, you're
all air, Cartwright!
Don't be crazy, Little Joe.
That fella's a professional,
and he outweighs you by a ton.
You think my brother's
yellow, mister?
I think all you
Cartwrights are yellow.
So, you turned and
walked away from it, huh?
Yup.
Just walked off.
Well, that... that took courage.
It was the hardest
dad-burn thing
I ever had to do in my life.
Well, just the same,
I'm glad you did it.
Yeah.
If you could have seen the
expression on Little Joe's face.
Well, Joseph is young.
And you know
how impulsive he is.
When he's had a
chance to think it out,
he'll be as proud
of you as I am.
I hope so.
Hey, I was going up
to the north pasture
when you came in.
Won't you keep me company, huh?
Yeah.
Joe!
What happened to you?
Hoss, come on, help me.
Hop Sing!
Hop Sing, get some hot water
and some soap and some alcohol!
Yes, sir, Mr. Cartwright.
Hoss, get some brandy.
Yes, sir.
Now... what happened?
I made a big mistake.
I swung on... I swung
on Charlie Powers.
Oh, he kept making wisecracks
about Hoss, and
I lost my temper.
Boy, did he work me over.
Charlie Powers, huh?
Come on, Hop Sing.
Hoss!
Hold this.
Boy, that guy hits like a bull.
Charlie Powers,
next champion of
these United States,
is buying the
refreshments, gentlemen!
Step up to the bar!
Hold it! Hold it!
Hoss Cartwright's in town,
and he's heading this way,
looking for Charlie Powers.
Did you see him yourself, boy?
Sure did, mister.
And I ain't never seen
him look like that before.
Howdy.
I came here for two reasons.
Number one is Kelly's $500.
Now, see here, you...
- Give it to him.
- What?
I said give him the money.
There's my purse, fighter.
Remember the
odds are five-to-one.
You're covered, yokel.
What's the other reason?
A little gift for
my little brother.
Wait a minute,
just wait a minute!
We got to do
this thing properly!
We got to do it in the ring!
We got to sell
tickets, take bets!
Nobody knocks me down!
You got your fight right now!
Come on! Charlie!
Look out, Charlie!
Finish him!
It's happening! It's happening!
It happened! It happened!
It happened!
Hey, you there!
What's happened?
Charlie Powers
and Hoss Cartwright,
they're tangling
in the Silver Dollar!
Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Hank Kelly, you
get back in that bed!
You're a sick man!
Yeah, I never felt
better in my life.
I've been waiting five years
to see Charlie
Powers get his lumps.
And I wouldn't be
missing this for the world.
Come on, there!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go!
I'm gonna cut you to ribbons.
I hate to tell you
this, Hank, but...
your $500 is riding on me.
Now, we can whip him, Hoss.
He's got a weak spot right here.
He can't take it there.
All right, Cartwright!
Come and fight!
Now, go get him, Yank!
And watch for him
to drop his guard.
Come on!
Now, Hoss!
Slug him, Charlie! Slug him!
Well, what do you
think I've been doing?!
Kissing him?
Here, let me give you
a hand, Mr. Powers.
So, he's full of air, is he?!
Oh!
Come on, Hoss, get him!
Hold it, hold it!
Here, boys! On the house!
Here, boys! On the house!
Oh!
Where...? I'll kill him.
Sam, you... you still got...
you still got that money?
I sure do, Hoss. Right here.
$500.
At five-to-one, that's $2,500.
- Oh, Mr. Cartwright.
- Oh, no, Hoss.
We can't be taking
this. You won it.
Hank... you won it.
It's your money.
It's the $500 you
had riding on me.
It's... it's just growed
a little, that's all.
Good-bye, ma'am.
- Good-bye.
- Ma'am.
Hoss, what can I
say to thank you?
Ma'am, you just made
my whole day right then.
Ben, you've got a wonderful son.
Thank you.
And you're quite a man yourself.
But stay in the
middleweight division.
You're a champ there.
I'll take your advice.
And you, you big lug.
Listen, if you
ever get the notion
you'd like to be heavyweight
champion of the world...
You're in the
chicken-raising business
from now on, Mr. Kelly.
Hyah! Eh! Hyah!
Well, champ, let's
get along home.
We have some post
holes you might try
to flex your muscles on.
Yeah, and since
you're so big and strong,
I think I'll just sit
there and watch you.
You're my idol.
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