Bonanza (1959–1973): Season 8, Episode 33 - Maestro Hoss - full transcript
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Howdy, ma'am.
You having trouble?
Oh, big trouble.
The wheel refuses to stay on,
and I'm not strong
enough to put it back.
Well, I think we
can fix that up.
- I'll be happy to help you out.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
It's so nice of you.
It's all right, ma'am.
Be happy to do it.
My name's Hoss
Cartwright, ma'am.
I reckon you must be
this Madame Marova, huh?
I am.
So pleased to make your
acquaintance, Mr. Cartwright.
Just call me Hoss, ma'am,
most everybody does.
You, uh... you got anything
I can put under that
axle while I lift it up?
Oh, I'm sure I will
find something.
All right.
- Here you are.
- Oh, fine.
Now, when I get it lifted up,
you stick that barrel
right under there.
Okay.
Yeah... Yeah... That's good.
You are wonderful.
I never saw such a strong
man in my life before.
Oh, ma'am, that wasn't nothing.
We're gonna have to figure out
some way to keep
that wheel on there.
You got any wire?
Oh, I might.
- I'll be back in a minute.
- Fine.
One hundred fifty... seventy...
one hundred seventy-eight.
That's it.
Here you are.
Yeah, that'll...
That'll do it fine.
I reckon, from
what it says on here,
you must be a
fortune-teller, huh?
The world's greatest.
To me, the future
is as clear as a day.
Yeah?
You know, I've-I've seen
a lot of fortune-tellers,
but I-I believe you're the
prettiest one I ever did see.
You're not only a very
strong man, Mr. Cartwright,
you're also a very
gallant gentleman.
Hey, maybe you could just tell
me a little bit about my future,
so I could amaze my
pa and little brother, huh?
Mr. Hoss, after the great
favor you have done for me,
I'll be more than
delighted to tell your future.
It is unbelievable.
What? What's unbelievable?
Look at this line.
And look at this line.
This is... magnificent.
Yeah, you know, I
noticed that myself before.
That is sort of funny, ain't it?
I've only seen this mark
once in my life before,
and he was a great
musical genius.
Look at this line.
You see, it makes a star.
And look at this line.
You are going to give
a concert in one week.
On a harmonica?
Violin.
Oh. Violin.
You've not as much
as touched a violin?
Well, Madame Marova,
it ain't that I got anything
against the fiddle.
It's just that, well,
I ain't never had one of
them around, that's all.
I'm going to take care of that.
Here is the violin
of the great maestro
I told you about.
Take it.
On his deathbed, he told
me to give it to someone
whose genius is as great as his.
It's a Stradivarius.
A Stradi-who?
Stradivarius.
Stradivarius...
Sounds sort of pretty, don't it?
It was made
hundreds of years ago.
It's a gift from one
maestro to the other.
You are going to give
concerts before kings.
Crowds are going to
gather before your feet.
The newspapers are
going to carry your pictures.
And the whole world will know
that the world's greatest
violin virtuoso is...
Maestro Hoss.
It's written.
Well, I-I... I sure do
thank you, ma'am.
I wish there was
something I could do for you.
You are very kind.
Well, there is a little thing...
Well, you just name it.
You see, it's not easy
for a woman alone,
and only two months ago
I needed some money,
and I had to borrow
it on this same violin.
But don't worry,
I'll pay it back.
How much was it?
$178.50.
$78.50...
Dad-burnit.
Ain't that something?
It just so happens that that's
exactly what I got on me.
Oh, no, no, I couldn't take it.
The great maestro insisted
the violin should be given free.
Well, Madame, you
gave me the violin free.
Now, it ain't your
fault... Or the maestro's...
That you had to borrow
money against it, is it?
Do you really think
the great maestro
would understand?
Well, I... I understand,
and you said I
was just like him.
Mr. Hoss, when
you're a great man
and the whole
world is at your feet,
remember Madame Marova.
Yes'm.
Farewell, Maestro Hoss.
Farewell, Madame Marova.
There's no reason
why your brother
can't be home
on time for supper.
Absolutely no reason at all.
Well, don't worry, Pa.
He may be late for a meal,
but he'll never
miss one altogether.
Well, I'm missing one
altogether, and I'm hungry.
Soup cold.
Chicken all burnt.
Chicken all burnt.
Well...
What's your brother doing
sneaking in the back way?
Hoss?
Hoss, is that you?
Hoss, you in there?
Hi, Pa.
Sorry I'm late, Pa.
Supper is all cold.
Chicken is all burnt.
All spoiled.
Well, dad-burnit, I told
you I was sorry, Hop Sing.
Dad-burn, you sorry, huh?
Well, what did keep you?
Well, reckon I just sort of
grew a little dreamy
out on the trail, Pa.
You know, you've got kind
of a funny look on your face.
You look kind of like
you're in love or something.
Maybe I am.
Well, who's the girl?
I didn't say nothing
about no woman.
I mean, you can fall in love
with other things besides women.
Yeah? Like what?
Well, like... like...
You remember that
saddle you was attached to?
There wasn't no way nobody
could separate you from it.
You in love with a saddle?
Oh, no, Pa, I ain't
in love with a saddle.
It's just... It's hard
to explain, Pa.
Maybe...
maybe someday I
can tell you about it.
Hoss, this is your brother.
I am your father.
Do you think you might
be able to confide in us?
Oh, Pa, it ain't that
I don't trust you,
it's just that...
well, most folks
just don't understand
things like this, that's all.
Things like what?
Things like being able
to read the future and...
and know what's gonna happen.
And... and things like talent
and-and things like...
genius and such stuff as that.
Well, I, uh...
I admit it's very
difficult to, uh...
to look into the future and
foretell what's going to happen.
And I don't think we've
had too much contact
with genius around here.
Maybe you have,
Pa... just didn't know it.
Joe!
Yeah, Pa.
Seen Hoss?
Uh, no, I haven't
seen him this morning.
- Huh.
- Funny.
Been looking all over
for him; can't find him.
Hop Sing said he didn't
eat breakfast this morning.
Boy, I hope he's
not in any trouble.
Well, it's not like him
to keep things from you.
Hank?
Yes, sir.
Hank, you seen Hoss around?
Not since early this morning.
Oh. Where was he then?
Well, he came out to
the barn about sunup,
saddled his horse,
and he was, uh...
he was carrying a
funny-looking case.
And I asked him what
was in it and he got mad.
Oh? What did he do then?
Well, rode off toward the hills.
He seemed in a mighty big hurry.
Joe, we're going after Hoss.
Hank, uh, saddle up
the horses, will you?
Yes, sir.
They're Chub's tracks all right.
Yeah.
What would Hoss
be doing up here?
Beats the heck out of me.
Did you ever hear an animal
make a sound like that?
A wounded mountain lion.
Maybe.
Whatever it is, I hope
it hasn't hurt Hoss.
You should go on ahead.
Yeah.
♪♪
Oh, no!
Joe! Joe! Joe!
Hey! Shh! Joe!
- Oh, you!
- H...
Joe! Joe!
Joe, stop that.
Shh!
Oh, Hoss!
Hoss?
Hoss? Uh... Oh, come on.
He's mad.
- He's mad...
- Hoss!
That's... He's mad.
Hoss?
Come on now, open up.
We know you're in there.
We're sorry for what happened.
Hey, I'm sorry, Hoss.
Now, come on, be a good
sport and open up, will you?
Hoss, we were...
we were very surprised
at, uh, how you played.
Well, like I was
saying, Joe and I were,
were very surprised.
May, uh, may we come in for...
just a minute?
Just for a minute.
I'm pretty busy, Pa.
Uh, where's the fiddle?
It ain't no fiddle.
It's a Stradivarius.
A Stradi-what?
A Stradivarius.
Now, what in the heck is that?
What's a Stradivarius?
Why, it's... Why, it's, uh...
Well, see, there was this famous
old violin-maker named Stradi,
and he made various violins
and that's one of them.
It's a very valuable,
rare old violin
given to me by a great maestro.
Oh, you got to be kidding.
I ain't kidding!
And the reason
he gave it to me is
because I'm gonna
be a great maestro, too.
Now, what do you think of that?
Hoss, we'd better, uh, start
right at the very beginning.
Well, see...
There was this Gypsy, see?
Oh, no.
Pa, if you want to hear
the rest of this story,
you tell him to
keep his mouth shut.
Joseph, will you
please be quiet?
Yes, sir.
Go ahead, Hoss.
Well, anyhow.
Her wagon was busted, see?
So, you fixed her wagon.
I fixed her wagon.
And then she wanted
to read my palm.
And I let her.
That's when she seen
this marking right here.
- See that little mark right there?
- Mm-hmm.
That means, Pa...
that I'm a musical genius.
I see.
And, uh... well...
how'd you come by the violin?
Well, see there's...
there was this great maestro.
And he had the same markings
in his hand that I got here.
- Mm-hmm.
- And he gave her the violin,
and he told her that she should
give it to another great maestro
when and if she ever run across
a feller with the same markings.
And I got them right there.
- So...
- Hmm.
She just gave it to you?
That's right.
Didn't cost you anything?
Didn't cost you a-a cent?
She just gave you
the thing absolutely,
and it didn't cost you...
Uh, Pa, she had borrowed
a little money against it,
and I... well, I figured
the least I could do
was help her out a little bit.
How much?
Well, Pa, I just
don't remember...
How much?
Well, in round figures $178.50.
For an old fiddle?!
It ain't no fiddle!
It's a Stradivarius!
All right, all right,
Hoss, all right.
Now, now, what
was the name of...?
Hold on.
Those horses that you sold.
How much did you get for them?
Pa, I just don't
remember... How much?
- $178.50 - Mm.
Well, you got
taken by a con artist.
Pa, I'm gonna bash...
Now, all right. Just be quiet.
Now, what was the
name of the Gypsy?
Her name was Madame Marova.
And she could
look into the future.
And she told me that I
was gonna play a concert
before kings and queens.
And my picture was gonna
be in all the newspapers.
And I was gonna be
world famous and...
and they'd call me Maestro Hoss.
"Maestro Hoss"?
Joe.
Oh, boy, Joe!
- You gonna get it!
- Now, no, no.
- Will you be quiet. Just a minute.
- Maestro Hoss.
Be quiet. Come on, now, please.
Will you?
Will you be quiet?
Hoss, son, look.
Uh, f-forget the money.
It's unimportant.
And-and forget about the fact
that you might've been taken in.
Everybody's taken in
o-once at least in
his lifetime, but...
The important thing
right now is to look
at this matter straight on.
Son?
You have many talents.
There are many things which
you do extraordinarily well.
As a matter of fact
I might even say
that you're, you're a genius in.
But you cannot play the fiddle.
Pa, you and Joseph
will have to go now.
- I have to practice.
- No, no...
Now, mind you, I
don't hold it against you.
I mean all geniuses have
been misunderstood by their...
It's not a question of
misunderstanding, Hoss...
Pa, Pa, please.
Please, just go.
Mr. Hoss?
You make the
music of a paradise.
You great musician.
Dad-burnit, Hop
Sing, it's obvious
you got a good ear for music.
Sit down and sit a spell.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Go rest.
I know how you feel.
Even the hens stopped laying.
Just like old China.
We've got to do
something about that.
Joseph, we've got to
do something about that.
We got to find the Gypsy woman.
She's the only one who can
make him stop playing that fiddle!
Do you understand?
We've got to find her.
How we, how we gonna find her?
She's long gone by now.
Well, we'll have to
go talk to Roy Coffee.
He's got to know where she is!
Do you understand?
Now saddle up!
We're going to town!
Hey, Roy.
Howdy, Ben.
Listen, have you heard of
a Madame Marova in town?
I might've.
Then again, I might not have.
She's a Gypsy fortune-teller.
- Yeah, she sold Hoss a violin.
- Yeah.
What are you, music haters?
Now, look, we got to find
her because she talked Hoss
into playing the violin.
Now, we're gonna try to...
Your Madame Marova
kind of gets around.
She's wanted in three
states for bunco games.
Come here, I'll
show you something.
There's your Madame Marova.
I caught her hightailing
it through town,
endangering the public safety.
I don't know these men.
Well, ma'am, you
may not know us,
but, uh, you sure know my son.
Maestro Hoss.
Oh, you are his father.
How nice to make
your acquaintance.
Madame Marova?
You swindled my son
Hoss out of $178.50.
You sold him a
worthless old fiddle,
which he thinks is valuable.
Now that's fraud.
And if I bring
charges against you,
why, I can put you
away for a long time.
It is a Stradivarius.
The name is
clearly printed on it.
- Yeah, but...
- Perhaps it's not real.
Besides I didn't sell it
to him, I gave it to him.
That's right, ma'am.
You gave it to him
and he gave you $178.
Yes. Wasn't that nice?
You see, I'm a very poor woman,
and I needed the money badly.
Well, look, let-let's forget
about the money part of it.
The point is that he is playing
that fiddle day and night.
And he is driving
everybody crazy.
Yes, that's the
way of the genius.
They rehearse all the time.
He's not a genius. You
know he's not a genius.
I know... You-you
told him he's a genius!
So he thinks he's one.
All right.
Let's talk about money.
Now, how-how'd you
like to make... $200?
I would like to.
Well, then, come right
out to the ranch then,
and get that fiddle
away from him!
I would love to.
But as you can see, I'm in jail.
Roy, how about it?
Well, Ben, uh,
seeing as I know you,
and seeing as you got
the problem that you got,
I'd let her go with you
even if she was Billy the Kid.
Sure doesn't look
like Billy the Kid, Roy.
Joseph, you get
Madame Marova's rig
and drive out with her.
When my brother Hoss
first talked about you,
I, uh, kind of pictured
you as being old and fat.
I'd say I don't believe
in fortunetelling,
but I can see why
he was taken in.
Why do they call you Little Joe?
You are not little.
Well, I'm the youngest.
My brother Hoss
is the biggest, so...
You come from a
very remarkable family.
But you,
you are the most
remarkable of all of them.
Well, I-I wouldn't
exactly say that.
There'll be many
beautiful ladies in your life.
Really?
One of these women
is going to be very rich.
And you are going to travel
with her all around the world.
Something-something which...
causes me not to see
how you and she
are going to meet.
Whoa, whoa.
What do you suppose it is?
For this, I need
my crystal ball.
C-Crystal ball?
W-Where is it?
In the back of the wagon.
C-Crystal ball.
It's in... I-I-I'll get it.
Of course, I don't
believe in this.
I'll go along with
it, but I'll get the...
Well, you finally
decided to come home.
What took you so long?
G-Good night, Pa.
Wait a minute.
What do you mean,
"Good night, Pa".
Well, it's-it's getting late.
I know it's late.
Where's that woman
that-that's supposed
to be with you?
That woman, where is she?
She, uh... She rode
off in her wagon.
She rode off in her wagon?
- Yeah.
- And, uh,
what were you doing
while she was riding
off in the wagon?
Well, see, I-I got out of
the wagon to get something
- and... she rode off.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
What did you get out
of the wagon to get?
The, uh, one of those, uh,
crys-crystal balls.
It's 2:00, Pa.
Don't you think we
ought to go to bed?
How do you propose
we get to sleep?
Oh, yeah.
Well, maybe he's
gettin' the hang of it.
I think that's "Home,
Sweet Home."
Beautiful.
Just beautiful.
What's that?
It sounds like silence.
He's fallen asleep.
Now... now, we'll
go up to bed now,
but don't make any noise.
Don't wake him up.
Just like old China.
Hey, where are you going?
I'm going to get some sleep.
Sleep.
Come on.
- Morning, Hank.
- Morning, Sheriff.
Is Ben around?
Yeah, he's in the barn.
- Thanks.
- Come here.
Hey!
Sleepin' a little
overtime, ain't you?
Hey, you got a real nice
new bedroom here, Ben.
- What you doing?
- Hey, boy!
Hmm?! Hmm? Oh.
I just came out to
see how you boys
is getting along with
Madame Marova.
Now, don't tell me.
Just see if I can
figure it out for myself.
You two are sleeping
out here in the barn,
so Hoss must still
be playing that fiddle.
And then you paid
that Gypsy woman
to try to talk him
out of playing it,
but it didn't work.
And when I come in, I didn't
see her wagon out there nowhere,
so just maybe
she didn't get here.
Roy, you, uh, you're
a marvelous detective.
You-you ought to try
running for sheriff sometime.
We'll find that woman if
it's the last thing we do.
It just seems to me
that the last I saw,
Little Joe had the
madame in his custody.
What about that, boy?
You're right.
You're right, Roy.
It was my fault.
I let her make a fool out of me.
Ben, let me ask you something.
I and you and
Little Joe and Hoss,
you figure we're kind of
the same kind of folks?
Mm-hmm, I think so.
Well, Madame Marova
figured the same thing,
and she took me for better
than a hundred
dollars in a poker game.
Now, I wouldn't have
that female in my jail again
if you give me the
whole Ponderosa!
She took you for
a hundred dollars?
Roy, we are the
same kind of folks.
What's that?
What do you think it is?
Hoss.
Well, Ben, if it was me,
I'd, uh, I think I'd
get him a teacher.
There's a new one in town,
a Miss Dorothy Hibbs.
A violin teacher?
Yeah, she teaches
the violin and piano.
You know, that's
not a bad idea, Pa.
Hmm?
Except ever since
we laughed at him,
he won't play for
anybody except Hop Sing.
Well, there must
be some way to do it.
Must be.
Oh, sure, you just take
him into that Miss Hibbs,
let her hear him,
she tells him he's
awful, he's bound to quit.
Oh, he-he's not
going to go into town
and play for somebody in town.
He won't play for anybody
here except Hop Sing.
Hey, if I went into town
and talked her into coming
out here to listen to him,
maybe, uh, maybe you could
talk Hoss into playing for her.
Hmm?
There, now don't
you feel better?
I told you even
geniuses have to eat.
Well, you know, Pa
and I are really surprised
at the improvement you've
made just practicing on your own.
Already you're playing
"Home, Sweet Home."
Yeah.
Hey, uh, do you like it?
Doesn't everybody?
Yeah, well, Hop Sing sure does.
Well, there-there you are.
I mean, who's got a
better ear than Hop Sing?
Yeah.
Of course, it's
just-just a shame
they don't play those
kind of tunes in concerts.
They play those real
complicated ones.
Well, don't you
reckon I know that?
Well, sure, I know you know.
But tunes like that, you'd
have to have a teacher.
Well, I-I reckon even a genius
could use a teacher.
Hey, you know, I'm
glad you said that,
'cause Pa went in
town to get you one.
Now wait a minute, dad-burn it,
I'll pick my own teacher.
Oh, look, look, we're
not forcing her on you.
We just thought we'd
bring her out here
and let you size her up.
Might not be a bad time
to give your first concert.
How do you mean?
Well, you know, a
regular performance.
Dress you up, everything.
She's bound to see
you're a genius then.
Do you reckon?
Sure, sure.
We'll put on a real concert,
invite some of the hands.
You know, they're dying
to hear you close up.
Yeah, I reckon word
does get around, don't it?
Oh, does it?
Hey, what would I wear?
Wear? Oh, you know what to wear?
Pa's dress suit.
Dad-burn, Joe, that's perfect.
That's perfect.
You sure know a lot about
this being a maestro, don't you?
Yeah.
Been reading up on it for you.
Yeah.
Dad-burn, just imagine.
Just like Madame Marova said,
a concert my first week.
Where you going?
I'll be in my dressing room.
Miss Hibbs, I-I want
to thank you very much
for cancelling all
your appointments
on such short notice
to make this trip.
Oh, I haven't been
in town long enough
to have very many appointments.
Well, just the same, thank you.
Besides, it gives
me an opportunity
to see the Ponderosa, which
I've heard so much about.
Has your son studied
the violin very long?
Uh...
Well, no, no, he's, uh,
he's just a beginner.
And already you're
thinking of a teacher for him.
How very nice.
Well, actually
what-what we're...
what I'm looking for is, uh,
an honest appraisal of
his talents, his abilities,
and please, don't
hesitate to tell the truth.
Oh, I always do, Mr. Cartwright.
I feel it's better to disappoint
than falsely encourage.
Absolutely.
I always tell the
truth, Mr. Cartwright.
That's all I ask.
That's all I ask, Miss
Hibbs, thank you.
Welcome, Missy Hibbs.
This way.
Oh, my, what a lovely setting.
The seat of honor.
Oh, thank you.
You must be very proud
of your son, Mr. Cartwright.
Mr. Cartwright?
Ma'am?
You must be very
proud of your son.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed, I...
I am very proud of him indeed.
I must, uh... I
must go find him.
- Of course.
- Uh...
Oh, Joseph.
Hey, did the music
teacher get here all right?
Yeah, she's downstairs.
What's going on down there?
We're gonna have a
concert. It's the only...
- A what?
- It's the only way I could talk him
into playing for
the music teacher.
Who's going to
be at the concert?
Look, don't worry.
Just get downstairs.
The show's gonna start.
Maestro?
Showtime.
Take your place.
You know what to do.
Come on, boys. Snap it up.
Clap a little bit. Smile.
That's good.
Come on, boys. Take your place.
Come in.
Oh, would you come...
Now, remember, no matter what...
I don't care how bad it sounds...
Clap as though
it's the greatest.
I can't hear you. I
got cotton in my ears.
Oh, brother.
I said clap no
matter how bad it is.
And will you take that
silly look off your face?
You want to get us fired?
Lady and gentlemen,
it gives me great
pleasure and honor
to present, in his
premiere performance,
a true violin virtuoso,
my own brother...
Maestro Hoss.
All right, let's
hear it for him.
A little nervous...
First time out.
Maestro Hoss.
Come on, Hoss. Come on.
My, he's big.
Yes, he's, uh... he's...
Big and handsome.
Yes, he is.
I do admire big men.
Go get 'em.
Did you have to give him
one of my best coats to wear?
He's gonna bust right out of it.
Oh... bravo!
Bravo, Mr. Hoss.
Bravo.
It's just like old China.
I do want to thank you
for a wonderful evening.
You do have great talent.
Ah, it was nothing.
Oh, but it was, Hoss, really.
Of course, even a
great talent needs help...
Um, instruction and practice.
You need about
three lessons a week.
Four would be even better.
I'm usually free
in the evenings.
You'd be amazed
at the difference
that a couple of years
of practice will make.
Well, I... I certainly
thank you, Miss Hibbs.
Dorothy.
Dorothy.
Did she say a couple of years?
- Yeah.
- Oh, my.
How could anything go so wrong?
It's my fault.
Gypsy woman talked him
into thinking he's a genius.
She's the only one
that can talk him out of it.
Oh, I'd love to get my
hands on her just once.
Just once.
Yeah, well, I'm going to.
I'm going to go
out and find her.
She's got your $200...
She owes you this one.
Joe, the morning is good enough.
You wouldn't believe
this, mister, but I...
I believe it, I believe it.
Which way was she going
when you saw her last?
Right. Thanks.
Madame Marova,
what a small world.
Mr. Little Joe Cartwright.
You want me to tell your future?
Oh, no, no, thank you.
I, uh... I have a feeling
your crystal ball
isn't working today.
Otherwise, you'd have
been long gone by now.
Well, even crystal balls
can make little mistakes.
What do you want with me?
I want you to come
back to the Ponderosa
and do what we paid you to do.
I want you to talk
my brother Hoss
out of torturing that violin...
Not to mention my pa and me.
And what if I refuse?
Oh, I don't think you're
gonna refuse, ma'am.
Now, see, I, uh... I met the
man you conned out of that horse.
See, now, conning and
stealing are the same thing.
So you stole that horse.
In this part of the country,
we hang horse thieves.
Shall we go?
Anything you say, ma'am.
Mm-hmm. Yes.
That's exactly what
my crystal ball told me.
That's why I had to come back.
You see, I made a mistake.
What kind of mistake?
You see that line here?
It made a star... at least
I thought it made a star.
But it's not here anymore.
You know, you're right.
I must have marked my hand
when I picked up the
axle to your carriage,
and now it's gone.
That's exactly what
my crystal ball told me.
Oh.
I ain't no musical
genius after all, am I?
Oh, yes, you are a genius,
except your hands,
just like your talents,
are too big for the violin.
Here is your money.
I must ask you to give
me back my Stradivarius.
You see, I promised the maestro
I only give it to
a violin genius.
You understand.
Oh, sure, Madame Marova.
- And...
- I gave my word for the maestro,
and I always keep my word.
I wouldn't have it no other way.
I thank you for coming back.
I'll, uh, show you
to your carriage.
Pa, I'm... I'm gonna
take a little ride.
I'll see you all later.
Sound like old Ponderosa.
Oh, it's going to feel great
- sleeping in my own bed tonight.
- Where Mr. Hoss?
Oh, he'll be along
in a little while.
Let's eat, Hop Sing. Come on.
Nobody eat till
Mr. Hoss get here.
Oh, Hop Sing... That
must be him now.
About time. I thought
he was going out
for a short little ride.
Hop Sing.
Oh... Presente.
Thank you.
You know... Madame
Marova was right.
My genius, like
my hands, are just...
too large for a violin.
Hop Sing, me and you are gonna
make beautiful music together.
And a one, and a
two, and a three.
Just like old China.
This has been a color production
of the NBC Television Network.
is brought to you in
living color on NBC.
Howdy, ma'am.
You having trouble?
Oh, big trouble.
The wheel refuses to stay on,
and I'm not strong
enough to put it back.
Well, I think we
can fix that up.
- I'll be happy to help you out.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
It's so nice of you.
It's all right, ma'am.
Be happy to do it.
My name's Hoss
Cartwright, ma'am.
I reckon you must be
this Madame Marova, huh?
I am.
So pleased to make your
acquaintance, Mr. Cartwright.
Just call me Hoss, ma'am,
most everybody does.
You, uh... you got anything
I can put under that
axle while I lift it up?
Oh, I'm sure I will
find something.
All right.
- Here you are.
- Oh, fine.
Now, when I get it lifted up,
you stick that barrel
right under there.
Okay.
Yeah... Yeah... That's good.
You are wonderful.
I never saw such a strong
man in my life before.
Oh, ma'am, that wasn't nothing.
We're gonna have to figure out
some way to keep
that wheel on there.
You got any wire?
Oh, I might.
- I'll be back in a minute.
- Fine.
One hundred fifty... seventy...
one hundred seventy-eight.
That's it.
Here you are.
Yeah, that'll...
That'll do it fine.
I reckon, from
what it says on here,
you must be a
fortune-teller, huh?
The world's greatest.
To me, the future
is as clear as a day.
Yeah?
You know, I've-I've seen
a lot of fortune-tellers,
but I-I believe you're the
prettiest one I ever did see.
You're not only a very
strong man, Mr. Cartwright,
you're also a very
gallant gentleman.
Hey, maybe you could just tell
me a little bit about my future,
so I could amaze my
pa and little brother, huh?
Mr. Hoss, after the great
favor you have done for me,
I'll be more than
delighted to tell your future.
It is unbelievable.
What? What's unbelievable?
Look at this line.
And look at this line.
This is... magnificent.
Yeah, you know, I
noticed that myself before.
That is sort of funny, ain't it?
I've only seen this mark
once in my life before,
and he was a great
musical genius.
Look at this line.
You see, it makes a star.
And look at this line.
You are going to give
a concert in one week.
On a harmonica?
Violin.
Oh. Violin.
You've not as much
as touched a violin?
Well, Madame Marova,
it ain't that I got anything
against the fiddle.
It's just that, well,
I ain't never had one of
them around, that's all.
I'm going to take care of that.
Here is the violin
of the great maestro
I told you about.
Take it.
On his deathbed, he told
me to give it to someone
whose genius is as great as his.
It's a Stradivarius.
A Stradi-who?
Stradivarius.
Stradivarius...
Sounds sort of pretty, don't it?
It was made
hundreds of years ago.
It's a gift from one
maestro to the other.
You are going to give
concerts before kings.
Crowds are going to
gather before your feet.
The newspapers are
going to carry your pictures.
And the whole world will know
that the world's greatest
violin virtuoso is...
Maestro Hoss.
It's written.
Well, I-I... I sure do
thank you, ma'am.
I wish there was
something I could do for you.
You are very kind.
Well, there is a little thing...
Well, you just name it.
You see, it's not easy
for a woman alone,
and only two months ago
I needed some money,
and I had to borrow
it on this same violin.
But don't worry,
I'll pay it back.
How much was it?
$178.50.
$78.50...
Dad-burnit.
Ain't that something?
It just so happens that that's
exactly what I got on me.
Oh, no, no, I couldn't take it.
The great maestro insisted
the violin should be given free.
Well, Madame, you
gave me the violin free.
Now, it ain't your
fault... Or the maestro's...
That you had to borrow
money against it, is it?
Do you really think
the great maestro
would understand?
Well, I... I understand,
and you said I
was just like him.
Mr. Hoss, when
you're a great man
and the whole
world is at your feet,
remember Madame Marova.
Yes'm.
Farewell, Maestro Hoss.
Farewell, Madame Marova.
There's no reason
why your brother
can't be home
on time for supper.
Absolutely no reason at all.
Well, don't worry, Pa.
He may be late for a meal,
but he'll never
miss one altogether.
Well, I'm missing one
altogether, and I'm hungry.
Soup cold.
Chicken all burnt.
Chicken all burnt.
Well...
What's your brother doing
sneaking in the back way?
Hoss?
Hoss, is that you?
Hoss, you in there?
Hi, Pa.
Sorry I'm late, Pa.
Supper is all cold.
Chicken is all burnt.
All spoiled.
Well, dad-burnit, I told
you I was sorry, Hop Sing.
Dad-burn, you sorry, huh?
Well, what did keep you?
Well, reckon I just sort of
grew a little dreamy
out on the trail, Pa.
You know, you've got kind
of a funny look on your face.
You look kind of like
you're in love or something.
Maybe I am.
Well, who's the girl?
I didn't say nothing
about no woman.
I mean, you can fall in love
with other things besides women.
Yeah? Like what?
Well, like... like...
You remember that
saddle you was attached to?
There wasn't no way nobody
could separate you from it.
You in love with a saddle?
Oh, no, Pa, I ain't
in love with a saddle.
It's just... It's hard
to explain, Pa.
Maybe...
maybe someday I
can tell you about it.
Hoss, this is your brother.
I am your father.
Do you think you might
be able to confide in us?
Oh, Pa, it ain't that
I don't trust you,
it's just that...
well, most folks
just don't understand
things like this, that's all.
Things like what?
Things like being able
to read the future and...
and know what's gonna happen.
And... and things like talent
and-and things like...
genius and such stuff as that.
Well, I, uh...
I admit it's very
difficult to, uh...
to look into the future and
foretell what's going to happen.
And I don't think we've
had too much contact
with genius around here.
Maybe you have,
Pa... just didn't know it.
Joe!
Yeah, Pa.
Seen Hoss?
Uh, no, I haven't
seen him this morning.
- Huh.
- Funny.
Been looking all over
for him; can't find him.
Hop Sing said he didn't
eat breakfast this morning.
Boy, I hope he's
not in any trouble.
Well, it's not like him
to keep things from you.
Hank?
Yes, sir.
Hank, you seen Hoss around?
Not since early this morning.
Oh. Where was he then?
Well, he came out to
the barn about sunup,
saddled his horse,
and he was, uh...
he was carrying a
funny-looking case.
And I asked him what
was in it and he got mad.
Oh? What did he do then?
Well, rode off toward the hills.
He seemed in a mighty big hurry.
Joe, we're going after Hoss.
Hank, uh, saddle up
the horses, will you?
Yes, sir.
They're Chub's tracks all right.
Yeah.
What would Hoss
be doing up here?
Beats the heck out of me.
Did you ever hear an animal
make a sound like that?
A wounded mountain lion.
Maybe.
Whatever it is, I hope
it hasn't hurt Hoss.
You should go on ahead.
Yeah.
♪♪
Oh, no!
Joe! Joe! Joe!
Hey! Shh! Joe!
- Oh, you!
- H...
Joe! Joe!
Joe, stop that.
Shh!
Oh, Hoss!
Hoss?
Hoss? Uh... Oh, come on.
He's mad.
- He's mad...
- Hoss!
That's... He's mad.
Hoss?
Come on now, open up.
We know you're in there.
We're sorry for what happened.
Hey, I'm sorry, Hoss.
Now, come on, be a good
sport and open up, will you?
Hoss, we were...
we were very surprised
at, uh, how you played.
Well, like I was
saying, Joe and I were,
were very surprised.
May, uh, may we come in for...
just a minute?
Just for a minute.
I'm pretty busy, Pa.
Uh, where's the fiddle?
It ain't no fiddle.
It's a Stradivarius.
A Stradi-what?
A Stradivarius.
Now, what in the heck is that?
What's a Stradivarius?
Why, it's... Why, it's, uh...
Well, see, there was this famous
old violin-maker named Stradi,
and he made various violins
and that's one of them.
It's a very valuable,
rare old violin
given to me by a great maestro.
Oh, you got to be kidding.
I ain't kidding!
And the reason
he gave it to me is
because I'm gonna
be a great maestro, too.
Now, what do you think of that?
Hoss, we'd better, uh, start
right at the very beginning.
Well, see...
There was this Gypsy, see?
Oh, no.
Pa, if you want to hear
the rest of this story,
you tell him to
keep his mouth shut.
Joseph, will you
please be quiet?
Yes, sir.
Go ahead, Hoss.
Well, anyhow.
Her wagon was busted, see?
So, you fixed her wagon.
I fixed her wagon.
And then she wanted
to read my palm.
And I let her.
That's when she seen
this marking right here.
- See that little mark right there?
- Mm-hmm.
That means, Pa...
that I'm a musical genius.
I see.
And, uh... well...
how'd you come by the violin?
Well, see there's...
there was this great maestro.
And he had the same markings
in his hand that I got here.
- Mm-hmm.
- And he gave her the violin,
and he told her that she should
give it to another great maestro
when and if she ever run across
a feller with the same markings.
And I got them right there.
- So...
- Hmm.
She just gave it to you?
That's right.
Didn't cost you anything?
Didn't cost you a-a cent?
She just gave you
the thing absolutely,
and it didn't cost you...
Uh, Pa, she had borrowed
a little money against it,
and I... well, I figured
the least I could do
was help her out a little bit.
How much?
Well, Pa, I just
don't remember...
How much?
Well, in round figures $178.50.
For an old fiddle?!
It ain't no fiddle!
It's a Stradivarius!
All right, all right,
Hoss, all right.
Now, now, what
was the name of...?
Hold on.
Those horses that you sold.
How much did you get for them?
Pa, I just don't
remember... How much?
- $178.50 - Mm.
Well, you got
taken by a con artist.
Pa, I'm gonna bash...
Now, all right. Just be quiet.
Now, what was the
name of the Gypsy?
Her name was Madame Marova.
And she could
look into the future.
And she told me that I
was gonna play a concert
before kings and queens.
And my picture was gonna
be in all the newspapers.
And I was gonna be
world famous and...
and they'd call me Maestro Hoss.
"Maestro Hoss"?
Joe.
Oh, boy, Joe!
- You gonna get it!
- Now, no, no.
- Will you be quiet. Just a minute.
- Maestro Hoss.
Be quiet. Come on, now, please.
Will you?
Will you be quiet?
Hoss, son, look.
Uh, f-forget the money.
It's unimportant.
And-and forget about the fact
that you might've been taken in.
Everybody's taken in
o-once at least in
his lifetime, but...
The important thing
right now is to look
at this matter straight on.
Son?
You have many talents.
There are many things which
you do extraordinarily well.
As a matter of fact
I might even say
that you're, you're a genius in.
But you cannot play the fiddle.
Pa, you and Joseph
will have to go now.
- I have to practice.
- No, no...
Now, mind you, I
don't hold it against you.
I mean all geniuses have
been misunderstood by their...
It's not a question of
misunderstanding, Hoss...
Pa, Pa, please.
Please, just go.
Mr. Hoss?
You make the
music of a paradise.
You great musician.
Dad-burnit, Hop
Sing, it's obvious
you got a good ear for music.
Sit down and sit a spell.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Go rest.
I know how you feel.
Even the hens stopped laying.
Just like old China.
We've got to do
something about that.
Joseph, we've got to
do something about that.
We got to find the Gypsy woman.
She's the only one who can
make him stop playing that fiddle!
Do you understand?
We've got to find her.
How we, how we gonna find her?
She's long gone by now.
Well, we'll have to
go talk to Roy Coffee.
He's got to know where she is!
Do you understand?
Now saddle up!
We're going to town!
Hey, Roy.
Howdy, Ben.
Listen, have you heard of
a Madame Marova in town?
I might've.
Then again, I might not have.
She's a Gypsy fortune-teller.
- Yeah, she sold Hoss a violin.
- Yeah.
What are you, music haters?
Now, look, we got to find
her because she talked Hoss
into playing the violin.
Now, we're gonna try to...
Your Madame Marova
kind of gets around.
She's wanted in three
states for bunco games.
Come here, I'll
show you something.
There's your Madame Marova.
I caught her hightailing
it through town,
endangering the public safety.
I don't know these men.
Well, ma'am, you
may not know us,
but, uh, you sure know my son.
Maestro Hoss.
Oh, you are his father.
How nice to make
your acquaintance.
Madame Marova?
You swindled my son
Hoss out of $178.50.
You sold him a
worthless old fiddle,
which he thinks is valuable.
Now that's fraud.
And if I bring
charges against you,
why, I can put you
away for a long time.
It is a Stradivarius.
The name is
clearly printed on it.
- Yeah, but...
- Perhaps it's not real.
Besides I didn't sell it
to him, I gave it to him.
That's right, ma'am.
You gave it to him
and he gave you $178.
Yes. Wasn't that nice?
You see, I'm a very poor woman,
and I needed the money badly.
Well, look, let-let's forget
about the money part of it.
The point is that he is playing
that fiddle day and night.
And he is driving
everybody crazy.
Yes, that's the
way of the genius.
They rehearse all the time.
He's not a genius. You
know he's not a genius.
I know... You-you
told him he's a genius!
So he thinks he's one.
All right.
Let's talk about money.
Now, how-how'd you
like to make... $200?
I would like to.
Well, then, come right
out to the ranch then,
and get that fiddle
away from him!
I would love to.
But as you can see, I'm in jail.
Roy, how about it?
Well, Ben, uh,
seeing as I know you,
and seeing as you got
the problem that you got,
I'd let her go with you
even if she was Billy the Kid.
Sure doesn't look
like Billy the Kid, Roy.
Joseph, you get
Madame Marova's rig
and drive out with her.
When my brother Hoss
first talked about you,
I, uh, kind of pictured
you as being old and fat.
I'd say I don't believe
in fortunetelling,
but I can see why
he was taken in.
Why do they call you Little Joe?
You are not little.
Well, I'm the youngest.
My brother Hoss
is the biggest, so...
You come from a
very remarkable family.
But you,
you are the most
remarkable of all of them.
Well, I-I wouldn't
exactly say that.
There'll be many
beautiful ladies in your life.
Really?
One of these women
is going to be very rich.
And you are going to travel
with her all around the world.
Something-something which...
causes me not to see
how you and she
are going to meet.
Whoa, whoa.
What do you suppose it is?
For this, I need
my crystal ball.
C-Crystal ball?
W-Where is it?
In the back of the wagon.
C-Crystal ball.
It's in... I-I-I'll get it.
Of course, I don't
believe in this.
I'll go along with
it, but I'll get the...
Well, you finally
decided to come home.
What took you so long?
G-Good night, Pa.
Wait a minute.
What do you mean,
"Good night, Pa".
Well, it's-it's getting late.
I know it's late.
Where's that woman
that-that's supposed
to be with you?
That woman, where is she?
She, uh... She rode
off in her wagon.
She rode off in her wagon?
- Yeah.
- And, uh,
what were you doing
while she was riding
off in the wagon?
Well, see, I-I got out of
the wagon to get something
- and... she rode off.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
What did you get out
of the wagon to get?
The, uh, one of those, uh,
crys-crystal balls.
It's 2:00, Pa.
Don't you think we
ought to go to bed?
How do you propose
we get to sleep?
Oh, yeah.
Well, maybe he's
gettin' the hang of it.
I think that's "Home,
Sweet Home."
Beautiful.
Just beautiful.
What's that?
It sounds like silence.
He's fallen asleep.
Now... now, we'll
go up to bed now,
but don't make any noise.
Don't wake him up.
Just like old China.
Hey, where are you going?
I'm going to get some sleep.
Sleep.
Come on.
- Morning, Hank.
- Morning, Sheriff.
Is Ben around?
Yeah, he's in the barn.
- Thanks.
- Come here.
Hey!
Sleepin' a little
overtime, ain't you?
Hey, you got a real nice
new bedroom here, Ben.
- What you doing?
- Hey, boy!
Hmm?! Hmm? Oh.
I just came out to
see how you boys
is getting along with
Madame Marova.
Now, don't tell me.
Just see if I can
figure it out for myself.
You two are sleeping
out here in the barn,
so Hoss must still
be playing that fiddle.
And then you paid
that Gypsy woman
to try to talk him
out of playing it,
but it didn't work.
And when I come in, I didn't
see her wagon out there nowhere,
so just maybe
she didn't get here.
Roy, you, uh, you're
a marvelous detective.
You-you ought to try
running for sheriff sometime.
We'll find that woman if
it's the last thing we do.
It just seems to me
that the last I saw,
Little Joe had the
madame in his custody.
What about that, boy?
You're right.
You're right, Roy.
It was my fault.
I let her make a fool out of me.
Ben, let me ask you something.
I and you and
Little Joe and Hoss,
you figure we're kind of
the same kind of folks?
Mm-hmm, I think so.
Well, Madame Marova
figured the same thing,
and she took me for better
than a hundred
dollars in a poker game.
Now, I wouldn't have
that female in my jail again
if you give me the
whole Ponderosa!
She took you for
a hundred dollars?
Roy, we are the
same kind of folks.
What's that?
What do you think it is?
Hoss.
Well, Ben, if it was me,
I'd, uh, I think I'd
get him a teacher.
There's a new one in town,
a Miss Dorothy Hibbs.
A violin teacher?
Yeah, she teaches
the violin and piano.
You know, that's
not a bad idea, Pa.
Hmm?
Except ever since
we laughed at him,
he won't play for
anybody except Hop Sing.
Well, there must
be some way to do it.
Must be.
Oh, sure, you just take
him into that Miss Hibbs,
let her hear him,
she tells him he's
awful, he's bound to quit.
Oh, he-he's not
going to go into town
and play for somebody in town.
He won't play for anybody
here except Hop Sing.
Hey, if I went into town
and talked her into coming
out here to listen to him,
maybe, uh, maybe you could
talk Hoss into playing for her.
Hmm?
There, now don't
you feel better?
I told you even
geniuses have to eat.
Well, you know, Pa
and I are really surprised
at the improvement you've
made just practicing on your own.
Already you're playing
"Home, Sweet Home."
Yeah.
Hey, uh, do you like it?
Doesn't everybody?
Yeah, well, Hop Sing sure does.
Well, there-there you are.
I mean, who's got a
better ear than Hop Sing?
Yeah.
Of course, it's
just-just a shame
they don't play those
kind of tunes in concerts.
They play those real
complicated ones.
Well, don't you
reckon I know that?
Well, sure, I know you know.
But tunes like that, you'd
have to have a teacher.
Well, I-I reckon even a genius
could use a teacher.
Hey, you know, I'm
glad you said that,
'cause Pa went in
town to get you one.
Now wait a minute, dad-burn it,
I'll pick my own teacher.
Oh, look, look, we're
not forcing her on you.
We just thought we'd
bring her out here
and let you size her up.
Might not be a bad time
to give your first concert.
How do you mean?
Well, you know, a
regular performance.
Dress you up, everything.
She's bound to see
you're a genius then.
Do you reckon?
Sure, sure.
We'll put on a real concert,
invite some of the hands.
You know, they're dying
to hear you close up.
Yeah, I reckon word
does get around, don't it?
Oh, does it?
Hey, what would I wear?
Wear? Oh, you know what to wear?
Pa's dress suit.
Dad-burn, Joe, that's perfect.
That's perfect.
You sure know a lot about
this being a maestro, don't you?
Yeah.
Been reading up on it for you.
Yeah.
Dad-burn, just imagine.
Just like Madame Marova said,
a concert my first week.
Where you going?
I'll be in my dressing room.
Miss Hibbs, I-I want
to thank you very much
for cancelling all
your appointments
on such short notice
to make this trip.
Oh, I haven't been
in town long enough
to have very many appointments.
Well, just the same, thank you.
Besides, it gives
me an opportunity
to see the Ponderosa, which
I've heard so much about.
Has your son studied
the violin very long?
Uh...
Well, no, no, he's, uh,
he's just a beginner.
And already you're
thinking of a teacher for him.
How very nice.
Well, actually
what-what we're...
what I'm looking for is, uh,
an honest appraisal of
his talents, his abilities,
and please, don't
hesitate to tell the truth.
Oh, I always do, Mr. Cartwright.
I feel it's better to disappoint
than falsely encourage.
Absolutely.
I always tell the
truth, Mr. Cartwright.
That's all I ask.
That's all I ask, Miss
Hibbs, thank you.
Welcome, Missy Hibbs.
This way.
Oh, my, what a lovely setting.
The seat of honor.
Oh, thank you.
You must be very proud
of your son, Mr. Cartwright.
Mr. Cartwright?
Ma'am?
You must be very
proud of your son.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed, I...
I am very proud of him indeed.
I must, uh... I
must go find him.
- Of course.
- Uh...
Oh, Joseph.
Hey, did the music
teacher get here all right?
Yeah, she's downstairs.
What's going on down there?
We're gonna have a
concert. It's the only...
- A what?
- It's the only way I could talk him
into playing for
the music teacher.
Who's going to
be at the concert?
Look, don't worry.
Just get downstairs.
The show's gonna start.
Maestro?
Showtime.
Take your place.
You know what to do.
Come on, boys. Snap it up.
Clap a little bit. Smile.
That's good.
Come on, boys. Take your place.
Come in.
Oh, would you come...
Now, remember, no matter what...
I don't care how bad it sounds...
Clap as though
it's the greatest.
I can't hear you. I
got cotton in my ears.
Oh, brother.
I said clap no
matter how bad it is.
And will you take that
silly look off your face?
You want to get us fired?
Lady and gentlemen,
it gives me great
pleasure and honor
to present, in his
premiere performance,
a true violin virtuoso,
my own brother...
Maestro Hoss.
All right, let's
hear it for him.
A little nervous...
First time out.
Maestro Hoss.
Come on, Hoss. Come on.
My, he's big.
Yes, he's, uh... he's...
Big and handsome.
Yes, he is.
I do admire big men.
Go get 'em.
Did you have to give him
one of my best coats to wear?
He's gonna bust right out of it.
Oh... bravo!
Bravo, Mr. Hoss.
Bravo.
It's just like old China.
I do want to thank you
for a wonderful evening.
You do have great talent.
Ah, it was nothing.
Oh, but it was, Hoss, really.
Of course, even a
great talent needs help...
Um, instruction and practice.
You need about
three lessons a week.
Four would be even better.
I'm usually free
in the evenings.
You'd be amazed
at the difference
that a couple of years
of practice will make.
Well, I... I certainly
thank you, Miss Hibbs.
Dorothy.
Dorothy.
Did she say a couple of years?
- Yeah.
- Oh, my.
How could anything go so wrong?
It's my fault.
Gypsy woman talked him
into thinking he's a genius.
She's the only one
that can talk him out of it.
Oh, I'd love to get my
hands on her just once.
Just once.
Yeah, well, I'm going to.
I'm going to go
out and find her.
She's got your $200...
She owes you this one.
Joe, the morning is good enough.
You wouldn't believe
this, mister, but I...
I believe it, I believe it.
Which way was she going
when you saw her last?
Right. Thanks.
Madame Marova,
what a small world.
Mr. Little Joe Cartwright.
You want me to tell your future?
Oh, no, no, thank you.
I, uh... I have a feeling
your crystal ball
isn't working today.
Otherwise, you'd have
been long gone by now.
Well, even crystal balls
can make little mistakes.
What do you want with me?
I want you to come
back to the Ponderosa
and do what we paid you to do.
I want you to talk
my brother Hoss
out of torturing that violin...
Not to mention my pa and me.
And what if I refuse?
Oh, I don't think you're
gonna refuse, ma'am.
Now, see, I, uh... I met the
man you conned out of that horse.
See, now, conning and
stealing are the same thing.
So you stole that horse.
In this part of the country,
we hang horse thieves.
Shall we go?
Anything you say, ma'am.
Mm-hmm. Yes.
That's exactly what
my crystal ball told me.
That's why I had to come back.
You see, I made a mistake.
What kind of mistake?
You see that line here?
It made a star... at least
I thought it made a star.
But it's not here anymore.
You know, you're right.
I must have marked my hand
when I picked up the
axle to your carriage,
and now it's gone.
That's exactly what
my crystal ball told me.
Oh.
I ain't no musical
genius after all, am I?
Oh, yes, you are a genius,
except your hands,
just like your talents,
are too big for the violin.
Here is your money.
I must ask you to give
me back my Stradivarius.
You see, I promised the maestro
I only give it to
a violin genius.
You understand.
Oh, sure, Madame Marova.
- And...
- I gave my word for the maestro,
and I always keep my word.
I wouldn't have it no other way.
I thank you for coming back.
I'll, uh, show you
to your carriage.
Pa, I'm... I'm gonna
take a little ride.
I'll see you all later.
Sound like old Ponderosa.
Oh, it's going to feel great
- sleeping in my own bed tonight.
- Where Mr. Hoss?
Oh, he'll be along
in a little while.
Let's eat, Hop Sing. Come on.
Nobody eat till
Mr. Hoss get here.
Oh, Hop Sing... That
must be him now.
About time. I thought
he was going out
for a short little ride.
Hop Sing.
Oh... Presente.
Thank you.
You know... Madame
Marova was right.
My genius, like
my hands, are just...
too large for a violin.
Hop Sing, me and you are gonna
make beautiful music together.
And a one, and a
two, and a three.
Just like old China.
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