Have Gun - Will Travel (1957–1963): Season 1, Episode 36 - Twenty-Four Hours at North Fork - full transcript

YOU CAN'T DUCK
BEHIND THAT GIRL, POKE.

SHE'S TOO SMALL
TO HIDE ALL OF YOU.

STEP OUT IN THE OPEN BEFORE I
START CARVING PIECES OFF YOU.

WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?

UNCLE NED ARRIVED YESTERDAY.

UNCLE NED? I THOUGHT HE
WASN'T DUE 'TIL NEXT WEEK.

THE RUMORS ABOUT US REACHED HIM.

SINCE HE'S MY GUARDIAN,
HE FELT IT WAS IMPORTANT

TO GET HERE AND
HAVE A TALK WITH YOU.

ARE THE RUMORS EXAGGERATED?

HE INSISTS UPON KILLING YOU.



I REALLY CAN'T ALLOW THAT.

I SHOULD BE
DEVASTATED IF HE DID.

EVEN IN SELF-DEFENSE I
WOULDN'T LIKE TO KILL UNCLE NED.

UNCLE NED'S BUSINESS WON'T
ALLOW HIM TO STAY LONG.

IF YOU GIVE HIM A FEW DAYS,
I'M SURE I CAN CONVINCE HIM

THAT OURS IS THE MOST
PLATONIC OF FRIENDSHIPS,

BUT IT WOULD BE BEST IF HE
COULDN'T FIND YOU 'TIL THEN.

ARE YOU SUGGESTING
I LEAVE THE CITY?

FOR YOUR HEALTH.

OH!

HOPE THERE'S NOTHING
BREAKABLE IN THERE. SORRY.

JUST GOT WORD THERE'S
A BIG STORM AHEAD.

WE'RE GONNA LAY
OVER HERE 24 HOURS.

MENNONITES.



I'VE NEVER SEEN
THEM AS FAR WEST.

MENNONITES? IS THAT
WHAT YOU CALL THEM?

THEY'VE BEEN HERE ABOUT A YEAR.

DON'T SEEM TO MAKE MANY FRIENDS.

YOU KNOW HOW SOME PEOPLE
ARE ABOUT FOREIGNERS.

THEY ARE ORIGINALLY
FROM THE CRIMEA.

CRIMEA?

OH, YEAH... YEAH.

I'LL PUT YOUR BAGS
IN THE HOTEL THERE.

IN CASE YOU WANT TO EAT,
THE SALOON AIN'T TOO BAD.

THANKS.

CRIMEA... HMM.

[CLERK:] AIN'T WORTH ANY MORE...

[MAN:] YOU'RE GONNA BUY THIS
WHEAT EVEN IF IT HAS GOT BLIGHT.

YOU'LL SELL IT AS
MASH FOR STOCK.

QUIT PLAYING GAMES,
CULLIGAN, AND GIVE US A PRICE.

TEN CENTS A BUSHEL.

WE WANT TO SELL IT!

WE DIDN'T COME HERE TO
HAVE OUR CROPS STOLEN.

IF YOU WANT TO EAT
BLIGHTED WHEAT, GO TO IT.

WELCOME TO NORTH FORK, MISTER!

WHY DON'T YOU SIT DOWN?

THE WAITRESS WILL
BE HERE IN A MINUTE.

THANK YOU.

WE'LL TAKE IT.

BRUCKNER!

SO LONG AS I OWN THIS STORE,
WE WON'T SELL YOU A THING.

WE WORK HARD. WE
MIND OUR OWN BUSINESS.

WHAT DO YOU WANT, MR. CULLIGAN?

I WANT YOU TO GET OUT.

YOU DON'T CARE ANYTHING ABOUT
THIS TOWN OR THE PEOPLE IN IT.

WHEN THE INDIANS RODE
THROUGH LAST WEEK,

WHERE WERE THE MENNONITES?

OUR RELIGION FORBIDS US TO
RAISE OUR HAND AGAINST ANY MAN.

YOU CAN TAKE YOUR
RELIGION SOMEWHERE ELSE.

I'VE OFFERED YOU A FAIR
PRICE FOR YOUR FARM

BUT YOU INSIST ON STAYING
WHERE YOU'RE NOT WANTED.

CAUSE TROUBLE EVERYWHERE YOU GO.

MENNONITES.

THAT, SIR, IS EITHER
AN ERROR OR A LIE.

WHAT'S THAT, MISTER?

IN PENNSYLVANIA THE
MENNONITES ARE MODEL CITIZENS

AND EXEMPLARY NEIGHBORS. THEY'VE
BEEN THERE SINCE BEFORE THE REVOLUTION.

THIS AIN'T PENNSYLVANIA.

YOU GET YOUR PEOPLE OUT OF HERE.

I WON'T DO BUSINESS WITH YOU.

AM I WRONG?

TELL ME IF I'M WRONG.

YOU'RE WRONG, CULLIGAN.

THEY AIN'T BOTHERIN'
NOBODY AS FAR AS I CAN SEE.

YOU CAN'T SEE NOTHIN'

BEYOND YOUR
TEN-CENTS-A-BUSHEL WHEAT CROP.

AND YOU WON'T EVEN SEE
THAT IF YOU KEEP ON TALKING.

AND DON'T YOU TRY
BUYING SUPPLIES FOR THEM

OR YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF
WALKING 85 MILES TO THE NEXT STORE

WHENEVER YOU NEED ANYTHING.

NOW YOU TRAIL YOUR
HERD OUT OF THIS STORE.

YOU'RE TOO EASY ON
'EM. IF IT WAS UP TO ME,

I'D RIDE THEM OUT
OF THE TERRITORY.

WHY, THEY'RE SOME
KIND OF ANIMALS.

LOOK AT THE WAY THEY STOLE
THAT OLD MAN'S DAUGHTER.

I CHOSE TO LIVE WITH THEM.

THEY'RE DECENT PEOPLE.

MY FATHER'S A
WEAK-SPINED, LIQUOR...

HOW DARE YOU BACKTURN
YOUR OWN FATHER THAT WAY?

LET ME SHOW YOU HOW
TO TEACH HER MANNERS.

DON'T TELL ME
YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT.

I DON'T FIGHT.

WHAT ABOUT IT, YOU
HYMN-SINGIN' RABBIT?

ARE YOU GONNA FIGHT OR
HIDE BEING YOUR RELIGION?

ARE YOU GONNA TURN
THE OTHER CHEEK?

STOP IT! I'D EXPECT ANYTHING
FROM YOU, JUD. YOU BEAST!

BUT THE REST OF YOU,
YOU'RE JUST STANDING THERE

WHILE HE BEATS A MAN WHO'S
PLEDGED NOT TO FIGHT BACK.

WELL...

WHEN DID YOU GET TO BE THE
SELF-RIGHTEOUS LITTLE THING?

IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THAT
JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO

EVERYONE THOUGHT OF
YOU AS THE TOWN "BAD GIRL".

[PALADIN:] LEAVE HER ALONE.

WHAT DID YOU SAY, MISTER?

I SAID TO LEAVE THE GIRL ALONE.

[GUN COCKS]

[CULLIGAN:] THERE'LL
BE NO SHOOTING IN HERE.

YOU KNOW MY RULES.

WE COULD STEP OUTSIDE.

NO?

[PALADIN:] WELL... SOME
OTHER TIME, MAYBE.

I'LL BE IN THE HOTEL.

THEY WON'T HAVE A ROOM FOR YOU.

I OWN THE HOTEL, TOO.

I SEE.

THE GOOD BOOK SAYS THAT HE
WHO IS NOT WITH ME IS AGAINST ME.

WE WOULD BE HONORED
IF YOU'D STAY WITH US.

THE STORM UP AHEAD
COULD LAST FOR DAYS.

I'M VERY GRATEFUL
FOR YOUR KIND OFFER.

TILDY, IT'S BEEN A LONG
TIME SINCE I DINED THAT WELL.

BABA BAKED THIS
ESPECIALLY FOR YOU.

SHE'S 87 YEARS OLD AND SHE STILL
DOES ALL THE WORK AROUND HERE.

SHE'S REMARKABLE.

MR. PALADIN...

WHAT'S GONNA COME
OF THESE PEOPLE?

THAT'S HARD TO SAY.

THEY'RE NOT EASY TO
DEFEAT. THEY HAVE COURAGE.

I FEEL AWFUL GUILTY.

A LOT OF THIS IS MY FAULT.

JUD...

HE... LIKES ME. HE WANTS ME.

HE HATES THESE
PEOPLE FOR TAKING ME IN.

MY FATHER, HE HASN'T DRAWN A
SOBER BREATH SINCE MY MOTHER DIED.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM.

TWO WEEKS AGO HE SOLD
ME TO JUD POLK FOR $50.

TILDY, HE SOLD YOU?

THAT'S RIGHT.

HE WAS DRUNK, BUT HE SOLD ME.

THAT NIGHT JUD CAME AROUND
TO COLLECT HIS PROPERTY...

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?

EVERYBODY IN THIS TOWN
WAS SO SCARED OF HIM

THAT NOBODY WOULD TAKE
ME IN EXCEPT THESE PEOPLE.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

MR. PALADIN!

TILDY, TAKE CARE OF BABA.

FIRE!

JAR INSPECTOR!

FIRE!

I'LL GET THE HORSES.

MOVE, RONNY! GOTTA
TREAT THIS FIRE!

HIYA!

[COUGHS]

IT'S TOO BAD WE LOST THE BARN,

BUT IT'S A GOOD THING
WE SAVED THE HOUSE.

I'M AFRAID YOUR NIGHT WITH US WAS
NOT VERY COMFORTABLE, MR. PALADIN.

MR. BRUCKNER, I NEVER
REMEMBER A WARMER RECEPTION.

"AND THE ANGEL OF THE LORD
APPEARED TO THEM IN A FLAME OF FIRE."

THIS WAS A SIGN, MR. PALADIN.

WE HAVE DECIDED
TO SELL THE FARM,

I THINK WE MUST MOVE TO CANADA.

MR. BRUCKNER, IS THIS
YOUR COAL OIL CAN?

NO. IT'S NOT OURS.

IT WAS LYING BESIDE THE FENCE.

I DON'T BELIEVE YOUR FIRE WAS
STARTED BY ANY MESSENGER OF THE LORD.

RATHER ONE FROM AN
OPPOSITE DIRECTION.

WHOEVER IT WAS, THE
LORD GUIDED THEIR ACTIONS

AS HE DOES THOSE OF ALL MEN.

HOW BAD IS THE DAMAGE?

ALL THE CORN IN THE HAY FIELDS.
ONLY BABA'S GARDEN STILL STANDS.

BABA'S GARDEN?

FIVE ACRES OF WHEAT.
SHE PLANTED IT HERSELF

WITH SEED FROM THE OLD COUNTRY.

SHE USES THE WHEAT
FOR BAKING BREAD.

BLIGHT INFESTED LIKE THE REST
OF THE WHEAT AROUND HERE.

NO. NO BLIGHT.

THAT'S BABA'S WHEAT IN
THAT BARREL. NO BLIGHT AT ALL.

NONE AT ALL? NO.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN
BOTHERED BY BLIGHT?

WHAT ABOUT IOWA?

WE PLANTED A FULL CROP THERE.

ALL HEALTHY?

NOW WE'LL HAVE TO GO
IN AND SEE MR. CULLIGAN.

HE'S WANTED TO BUY
OUR LAND FOR A LONG TIME.

HE'S GOING TO PAY US
FIVE DOLLARS AN ACRE.

[BRUCKNER:] TILDY! BABA!

MR. BRUCKNER...

WILL YOU DO ME A
GREAT FAVOR, SIR?

OF COURSE. ANYTHING.

WILL YOU PERMIT ME TO DO
YOUR DEALING WITH CULLIGAN?

THERE'S GOING TO BE TROUBLE.
YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH ALREADY

TROUBLE IS MY PROFESSION.

YOU'RE ON. GET
MR. PALADIN A HORSE.

YOU MUST PROMISE
THERE WILL BE NO VIOLENCE.

THAT MIGHT BE HARD TO KEEP.

FOLLOW IN THE BUCKBOARD
AND BRING SOME OF BABA'S WHEAT.

YOU MUST PROMISE.

OR ELSE THE SIN WILL
BE ON OUR HEADS.

YOU MIGHT BE HURT.

I CAN ONLY PROMISE
YOU THIS, MR. BRUCKNER:

IF THERE IS ANY VIOLENCE,
IT WILL NOT BE OF MY MAKING.

HEY, MISTER.

I WANT TO TALK TO
YOU. YOU REMEMBER ME,

I'M MARTY BUCHANAN,
TILDY'S FATHER.

I WANT TO TALK TO YOU
ABOUT MY DAUGHTER.

YOU SOLD YOUR RIGHT TO
CALL HER YOUR DAUGHTER.

I LOVE HER.

PSST. WHAT MAY I
DO FOR YOU, SIR?

CULLIGAN, WHERE IS HE?

HE'S IN HIS OFFICE, SIR.

UH-UH... HE'S NOT IN
A VERY GOOD MOOD.

I DON'T INTEND
TO IMPROVE IT ANY.

PEOPLE USUALLY KNOCK
WHEN THEY COME CALLING.

SOMEBODY CALLED ON
BRUCKNER LAST NIGHT.

THEY DIDN'T BOTHER TO KNOCK.

I HEARD ABOUT THAT.

STUPID, SENSELESS
WASTE OF PROPERTY.

CERTAINLY YOU
DON'T THINK THAT I...

WE COULD TALK A LOT BETTER IF YOU
TAKE THAT HAND OUT OF THE DRAWER.

YOU'D NEVER LIVE TO
DRAW THE GUN, BELIEVE ME.

THAT'S BETTER.

THE MENNONITES
HAVE DECIDED TO SELL.

BRUCKNER TELLS ME YOU
OFFERED HIM FIVE DOLLARS AN ACRE.

FIVE DOLLARS AN ACRE
FOR TOP IMPROVED LAND.

FARMS ARE GOING BEGGING HERE.

HARDLY ONE OF THEM HASN'T
BEEN DESTROYED BY WHEAT BLIGHT.

MENNONITES DIDN'T RAISE WHEAT.
CORN WAS THEIR MONEY CROP.

YES, BUT THE CORN'S BEEN
DESTROYED BY THE FIRE.

I'M IN NO HURRY
TO MAKE THIS DEAL.

IF IT WERE MY FARM, YOU COULDN'T
LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BUY IT AT ANY PRICE.

BUT IT ISN'T.

I RECOMMEND THAT THEY
TAKE THE FIVE DOLLARS.

THEY'LL BE IN TOWN TO
SIGN THE PAPERS LATER.

JUST A MOMENT...

WHEN I OFFERED FIVE DOLLARS,

THAT INCLUDED ALL
THE STANDING CROPS.

WITH THE CORN GONE, I'LL
PAY $3. NOT A CENT MORE.

YOU'RE A DISGRACE
TO THE HUMAN SOUL.

YOU STIR UP PREJUDICE
AND MAKE A MOCKERY

OF EVERYTHING A DECENT
MAN HOLDS VALUABLE.

YOU'RE A VULTURE THAT CAN'T
WAIT TO PREY ON THE DEAD...

YOU PREY ON THE LIVING!

I'LL TELL YOU
SOMETHING, CULLIGAN.

THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE
HERE RIPE TO TEAR YOU DOWN.

ALL THEY NEED IS A GOOD EXCUSE

AND I'M GONNA GIVE
THEM THAT EXCUSE.

YOU CAN TALK ALL YOU WANT.

PEOPLE HERE WILL STICK WITH ME.

I HAPPENED TO BUILD THIS
TOWN RIGHT FROM THE START.

DO YOU THINK THEY'RE
GONNA LISTEN TO A STRANGER?

AN ITINERANT GUNSLINGER?

I PROMISED A MAN THAT I
WOULD NOT COMMIT VIOLENCE.

I'VE NEVER FOUND IT
HARDER TO KEEP MY WORD.

[WHISPERING:] GET IT!

YES, MR. CULLIGAN?

FIND JUD POLK. I WANT HIM.

YES, SIR.

YOU CAUSED ME A LOT OF
NEEDLESS TROUBLE, JUD.

IF YOU'D KEPT YOUR
HANDS OFF JOHANN,

PALADIN WOULD BE LEAVING
ON THE AFTERNOON STAGE.

AND LAST NIGHT YOU
BURNED 200 ACRES OF CORN.

PALADIN THINKS YOU
DID IT AND SO DO I.

THE CROP WAS PRACTICALLY MINE.

I THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD...

YOU THOUGHT, YOU THOUGHT.

YOUR THINKING HAS
DESTROYED A GOOD MONEY CROP.

YOU BURNED SOMETHING
VALUABLE AND THAT IS SINFUL.

CULLIGAN, IN THE PAST YOU
HAD ME SHOT A COUPLE PEOPLE.

AND THAT AIN'T SINFUL?

YOU'VE CAUSED ME THE
KIND OF TROUBLE I DON'T LIKE.

THE KIND THAT'S MEASURED
IN DOLLARS AND CENTS.

I WANT YOU TO GET
OUT OF NORTH FORK.

GET OUT?

WHERE WOULD I GO?

WHAT WOULD I DO?

THAT'S NO AFFAIR OF MINE.

YOU MAKE IT YOUR AFFAIR.

I'M NOT GOING ANYPLACE ALONE.

AND WITH EMPTY POCKETS!

I'LL GIVE YOU A FEW DOLLARS.

YOU'LL GIVE ME $500 OR...

I STAY.

AND I WANT THE
BUCHANAN GIRL, TOO.

I'M NOT GOING
ANYPLACE WITHOUT HER.

THE MONEY WE CAN TALK ABOUT,

BUT I CAN'T GIVE YOU THE GIRL.

PALADIN WON'T LET
YOU TAKE HER AWAY...

AWAY FROM THE MENNONITES.

THAT'S THE WAY IT'S
GONNA HAVE TO BE.

ALL RIGHT, THAT'S
THE WAY IT'LL BE.

PALADIN'S THE ONLY THING
THAT STANDS IN OUR WAY.

WHY DON'T YOU DO
SOMETHING ABOUT HIM?

$500 AND THE GIRL. PALADIN'S
THE ONLY THING IN OUR WAY.

I'LL TAKE HIM.

YOU GET THAT MONEY READY.

I'LL BE BACK FOR IT.

JUD...

I'LL THROW ANOTHER
$100 INTO THE DEAL.

BUY YOURSELF
ANOTHER MAN WITH A GUN.

SEE IF GUS IS HANGING
AROUND THE BAR OUT THERE.

DON'T TRY TO DO IT BY YOURSELF.

JUD POLK JUST
LEFT CULLIGAN'S BAR.

HE'S HIRED ANOTHER GUNFIGHTER.

HE SAYS YOU'LL NEVER
LEAVE TOWN ALIVE.

HOW DOES THAT CONCERN YOU?

BECAUSE YOU'RE
TILDY'S LAST HOPE.

THE MENNONITES
WON'T FIGHT FOR HER.

AND I CAN'T.

PLEASE BELIEVE ME.

YOU WANNA HELP?

TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO.

ANY FARMERS IN TOWN?

A FEW. I SAW FERRIS AND
BILLY DOWN AT THE STABLES.

THERE ARE A FEW MORE AROUND.

FIND THEM. ASK
THEM TO COME HERE.

ALL RIGHT. YOU LOOK OUT.

JUD AND GUS ARE IN TOWN.

I'LL LOOK OUT.

HAA.

I TALKED TO CULLIGAN.

I TOLD THE FARMERS.
THEY'LL BE HERE.

GOOD. CULLIGAN'S TRYING TO
STEAL YOUR PLACE FOR $3 AN ACRE.

DON'T WORRY, HE WON'T
GET IT FOR THAT PRICE,

AND HE MAY NOT GET IT AT ALL.

MAY NOT GET IT AT ALL?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

YOU WILL. LATER.

RIGHT NOW I'VE GOT
SOME OTHER BUSINESS.

BUCHANAN HERE TELLS ME I
MAY GET A BULLET IN THE BACK.

OUR FRIEND POLK.

I WOULDN'T BELIEVE ANYTHING
HE SAID ON A STACK OF BIBLES.

[BUCHANAN:] TILDY, HONEY. I KNOW
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO SHOW IT,

BUT I DO LOVE YOU.

YOU'RE ALL THAT'S LEFT.

I WOULDN'T DO YOU NO HARM.

AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO ME?

I WAS OUT OF MY HEAD.

I WANTED TO KILL
MYSELF FOR WHAT I DID.

WHEN YOU RAN AWAY AND
THESE GOOD PEOPLE TOOK YOU IN,

I WAS GLAD.

IS THAT WHY YOU TRIED TO DRIVE
THESE GOOD PEOPLE OUT OF TOWN?

OF COURSE IT WAS! TILDY'S
ONLY CHANCE WAS TO GET AWAY.

AWAY FROM NORTH FORK AND ME.

AND I HOPED THAT WHEN
THE MENNONITES LEFT,

THAT SHE'D GO WITH THEM.

I DON'T CARE WHETHER
YOU BELIEVE ME OR NOT,

JUST HELP HER GET AWAY!

[GUNSHOTS]

WE'LL HAVE TO TAKE
COVER BEHIND THE WAGON.

JUD! DON'T SHOOT AT
MR. PALADIN! DON'T SHOOT!

TURN HER LOOSE, POLK.

NOW, YOU BACK OFF!

FREEZE, TILDY. FREEZE!

SHE'S TOO SMALL
TO HIDE ALL OF YOU.

NOW TURN HER LOOSE BEFORE I
START CARVING PIECES OFF YOU!

NO! NO MORE.

DON'T KILL ME. SHE
AIN'T WORTH THE KILLIN'.

[PALADIN:] JOHANN!

THIS ONE'S MINE.

AND IF THIS IS A SIN,

I'M GOING TO ENJOY IT MORE
THAN ANY OTHER I EVER COMMITTED.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

CULLIGAN.

FERRIS.

MR. BRUCKNER.

ALL THE REST OF YOU!

I NEVER SAW A SORRIER
COLLECTION OF PEOPLE

TRYING TO CALL
THEMSELVES A TOWN.

YOU'RE NOT A TOWN, YOU'RE A MOB.

YOU ALWAYS WILL BE A MOB UNTIL
YOU START THINKING FOR YOURSELVES.

'TIL YOU STOP BEING ASHAMED
OF TRYING TO ACT DECENTLY.

TOM FERRIS, I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE THE
BIGGEST WHEAT FARMER AROUND HERE.

I... SUPPOSE YOU MIGHT SAY THAT.

HOW'D YOU MAKE OUT
WITH THE BLIGHT THIS YEAR?

LOST MOST OF MY CROP.

HAD TO SELL IT FOR FODDER.

AND THE REST OF THESE
PEOPLE, HOW DID THEY MAKE OUT?

MOST OF THEM LOST
EVERYTHING. SO I'VE HEARD.

NOW THESE MENNONITES
THAT YOU'RE SO ANXIOUS

TO DRIVE OUT OF
YOUR COMMUNITY...

THEY ARE USING A WHEAT
SEED THAT RESISTS BLIGHT.

I'VE NEVER HEARD OF
BLIGHT-RESISTANT WHEAT.

THERE'S ALMOST FIVE ACRES
OF IT ON MR. BRUCKNER'S LAND.

IT IS PRACTICALLY
READY FOR HARVEST.

I BELIEVE IN IOWA YOU
RAISED CONSIDERABLY MORE

AND IT TOO RESISTED THE BLIGHT.

OUR LABORS WERE BLESSED BY GOD.

I'M SURE THEY WERE.

IN ADDITION, YOU USED
A SEED FROM THE CRIMEA

WHERE THE BLIGHT IS UNKNOWN.

NEVER HEARD THE LIKE OF IT.

ALL THE WAY FROM THE CRIMEA!

WHAT GOOD DOES
THAT DO US, MISTER?

HOW ARE WE GONNA GET ANY OF IT?

ASK CULLIGAN.

HE'S PLANNING TO OWN
THE MENNONITE FARM.

CULLIGAN, HOW MUCH
ARE YOU GONNA CHARGE?

YOU'LL HAVE ALMOST
FIVE ACRES OF THIS WHEAT.

I'D GIVE IT TO THEM
FOR A FAIR PRICE.

YOU'LL BE SURE OF THAT, MISTER.

YEAH! MR. BRUCKNER...

HOW MUCH WOULD YOU CHARGE
YOUR NEIGHBORS FOR THE WHEAT?

MR. PALADIN, WE CAME HERE TO NORTH
FORK HOPING TO MAKE IT OUR NEW HOME.

WE WANT TO BE GOOD NEIGHBORS...

AND GOOD NEIGHBORS NEVER TRY TO
MAKE MONEY FROM A MISFORTUNE LIKE THIS.

WE HAVE PLENTY OF SEED.

ENOUGH TO GIVE SOME TO EVERYBODY

SO THEY CAN DEVELOP
SEED OF THEIR OWN.

ANYBODY WHO TAKES THAT OFFER BETTER
FIND A NEW PLACE TO BUY HIS SUPPLIES.

REMEMBER, I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO'LL
GIVE YOU YOUR STUFF ON CREDIT.

WE'LL TAKE OUR
CHANCES, CULLIGAN.

WE'LL TRAVEL THE 85
MILES TO GET OUR SUPPLIES.

AND WE'LL GET CREDIT THERE, TOO.

BUT YOU'RE THROUGH IN THIS TOWN!

HERE, CULLIGAN. YOU MIGHT
NEED THIS WHERE YOU'RE GOING.

IF YOU FEEL ANY GRATITUDE,
HOW ABOUT SHOWING IT?

THERE WAS A FIRE AT
BRUCKNER'S LAST NIGHT.

WHO'S FOR A BARN-RAISING?

[ALL CHEER]

THANK YOU.

MR. BRUCKNER.

JOHANN, YOU NEARLY
COMMITTED A SIN THIS MORNING,

I THINK I OUGHT TO BE
ALLOWED ONE LITTLE ONE.

SINCE I'LL SOON BE A
MENNONITE WOMAN,

I SHOULDN'T KISS ANYBODY,

BUT I HAVE FIANCEED
FOR MY HUSBAND.

THANK YOU, MR.PALADIN.

THANK YOU, TILDY.

BABA, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.