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Whoa.
Get up. Come on, get up there. Get up there.
- To greet us, maybe. - Think so?
Yes.
What are you doing knocking down our fence?
Whoa, there, Miss Buffalo Bill. There wasn't any gate.
Well, of course there isn't a gate.
You're on the Barkley Ranch and you're trespassing.
Don't try to stomp me with that beast of yours.
Look, why don't we talk this over like gentlemen?
There's nothing to talk about except get those wagons off our land and I mean it.
Your land, is it? Would you like to take a look at a map I've got that says it isn't?
Map? This is the Barkley Ranch.
I don't want to argue with you, but from now on, this is the Kilkenny Farms.
Now, get out.
You're not gonna put that sign up on our fence.
Won't I, now? Just watch.
I'm telling you for the last time.
This is Barkley land and I'm Audra Barkley.
Oh, now, I thought you were Miss Buffalo Bill.
Look, I'm deaf in one ear, and I don't believe in wasting time talking to little girls.
Oh, stop it now. Look what she's doing toJimmy.
Oh, now.
I'm a peaceful man, Miss Buffalo Bill.
Now, we bought this land, and we intend to occupy it.
This time I'm not fooling with you.
Take your hands off of me!
Ouch! Stop it!
Oh, my brothers will fix you for this.
No, it isn't funny. Stop laughing.
Oh!
- All right, miss. - You can't do this to me.
Well, what happened to you?
- Horse went lame. - Where?
- Up by Spring Meadow. - And you walked? Thas 10 miles.
More like a hundred.
Boy, howdy.
You know, I think I got blisters in places that I didn't know I had places.
Well, I guess you won't crave going dancing tonight, huh?
Nope. Got my whole evening planned. Going to bed.
So will I.
- I wonder whas wrong with her. - I don't know. Hey, Audra. Whas wrong with you?
You'll find out soon enough.
What will we find out soon enough?
I can't find the keys to the gun cabinet.
- Have you seen them? - I got 'em right here in my pocket.
- Well, may I have them, please? - Yeah.
Thank you.
Heath, I swear, if I didn't know better...
I'd say it seems like maybe Audra plans to shoot somebody.
Yeah. Who do you suppose she's gonna shoot?
No idea.
Think is anybody we know?
- I think we better find out. - Yep, les go.
- Uh, who do you plan to shoot, Miss Barkley? - I don't know his name.
What did he do?
Never mind. But he's gonna take that sign down.
- Sign, what sign? - "Kilkenny Farms" or something.
- And then he and the rest of those squatters- - Squatters?
Moved right into our land. Knocked down our fence.
- Are you serious? - You bet I am.
- Sure he's on our land? - The north pasture.
Pulled down the fence and started making themselves to home.
- Did you tell them to get out? - I did.
And then this man- this big ape told me it was his land.
Sure don't sound like squatters. They wouldn't sit down that close to the ranch.
- Is not their way. - No, no, it isn't.
- Hmm. - Sounds like somebody made a mistake.
- Well, they made a mistake, all right. - Whoa, easy, little sister.
Now, they didn't harm you and this is not your job.
- But they did harm me. That big ape, he- - He what?
- He hit me. - Hit you?
- He took a punch at you? - He didn't punch me. But he hit me.
Well, where did he hit you?
I don't see any marks.
You won't.
Oh.
- That isn't funny! - Not if you don't think so.
Do you think we should go over there and help Audra shoot those people?
I mean, it just wouldn't be right for us to stand around...
- and let somebody injure our sister's dignity, now, would it? - No, it wouldn't.
No. All right. I'll go along with you...
to see what all this is about, all right?
There they are.
I tried to make them take that down.
Hey, bucko. Watch where you're going.
- What do you think you're doing? - I don't know who you are.
But I'm Nick Barkley and you're on the Barkley Ranch.
You're trespassing on private property. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Did you hear what he said?
Hello, yourselves. I'm John James Callahan. We bought this land.
- Bought it? - Right.
Well, now, isn't that interesting? We own it and we never sold it.
I'm afraid there's been a mistake.
Well, on your part maybe. I've got a bill of sale.
He's the one, Nick. Pulled me off my horse and hit me.
Oh, Miss Buffalo Bill, I do apologize, and I mean it.
But when you started to hit me with that little whip of yours, I just up and did it.
- I'm sorry. - Heath, put that fence back up.
Just leave enough room for the wagons to get out.
And, uh, Callahan, is it? I don't know what you're trying to pull...
but I want to see all those wagons loaded and you out of here.
Do you? By what authority?
Two things. One: We own it. Two: If you don't, I'll throw you out.
Oh, will you now? Thas a sight I'd like to see.
But before you try, would you like to look at some documents I've got?
No. All I want to look at is the tail end of your wagons through that fence.
Leave that alone.
- Take that sign down. - Leave it alone.
- Miss, if you'd just be so kind. - Hey, now.
- Stop threatening my niece. - Wait a minute now.
How would you like a punch in the nose for your trouble?
Well, I didn't come here to cause you no trouble, but you are on private land.
Do you want to fight or don't you? Come on.
Hey, Callahan, or whatever your name is.
This is no nonsense for young girls and old men.
You're on private property. You're breaking the law.
I've heard about you hooligan squatters.
Oh, would-would you mind repeating that?
Clean your ears out. I said I've heard about you hooligan squatters.
Will you step down here and take your lickin', or do you want me to drag you off?
You name it, and you'll get it.
Down here, man. And I think I'm going to enjoy this.
Heath, hold this.
- Nick. - They might steal horses too.
Jimmy!
Jimmy Callahan, you stop this fighting.
- You're a man grown and you ought to have better sense. - Ma, get out of the way.
This man is trying to kick us off land that we bought...
- and I'm going to clout his head for him. - The land you bought?
- Thas right. - Thas the biggest bare-faced lie I've ever heard.
- Are you calling my mother a liar? - I'm calling you a liar.
- Ma, get out of the way. - Stop it now, both of you. Listen to me.
- Show him the papers, Jimmy. - Ma, I tried to. He don't want to see them.
Don't you want to see the map and the bill of sale?
We're honest folk. Came all the way from County Kilkenny.
- Go get the papers, Jimmy. - Go get 'em. Les settle this.
Mr. Barkley, we bought this land in San Francisco...
from a land company, the Aquila Land Company.
- I'm sure you've heard of them. - No, I haven't.
- You haven't? - No!
Nick, you don't suppose, with Mother and Jarrod in San Francisco...
they coulïve sold some of the land?
- How could they? They woulïve told us. - They woulïve wired us.
All right. Bill of sale, land map, contract to the deed.
Now who's lying?
As a matter of fact, you're trespassing on our land if you'll check your maps.
Those fence lines should be three miles back.
This is not a deed. Is a contract of sale.
There's not a Barkley name on it. Doesn't mean a thing.
Oh, it doesn't, does it? We paid hard cash for this, legal.
And right here is where we're gonna stay, you understand?
I think you better understand something.
This land didn't come cheap.
We paid for it with sweat and pain and a quantity of blood. Is ours.
And not this piece of paper or your say-so...
is gonna make us give up one inch of it.
- Check your own maps. - I intend to do just that. And also check our survey line.
I still say you're a bunch of hooligan squatters.
When you come back...
bring your apology wrapped in a blue ribbon.
- Les go. - Nick, I better put up this fence.
You leave the fence alone.
Well, now, you know, if our cattle get through here...
and down into the swamp, you're gonna pay for them.
Now thas $30 on the hoof, per head.
And I don't think you can afford that.
All right. We don't want your cattle.
- Put up a fence, but leave a gate so we're not hindered. - See you.
All right. Come on.
I'm gonna need a hammer.
Miss, would you get me a hammer?
Don't be giving Sharon orders.
Maybe I'll, uh, maybe I'll put up the fence myself.
Wasn't no order. I thought I asked her kind of politely.
And don't be using your polite tricks on us either.
We've heard about landlords like you who would steal the pennies off the eyes of a dead man.
I'm gonna need a shovel too. 'Cause I've got a lot ofholes to dig.
Sharon, why do you suppose the English...
are such an uncommon rude and argumentative race?
Tell me, did you ever think of changing your name to Sweeny or Brannigan?
- People would like you a whole lot more. - Sweeny, Brannigan?
No, no, I wouldn't wanna claim the honor of being Irish.
But, you know, there's one thing I always did admire about the Irish.
And thas their "toleration" of all us other races, less fortunate.
Did you, now?
Well, what do you think of that?
You landlords are all alike.
You don't understand what it means to be without.
Thas where you're wrong, miss, dead wrong.
Now, les stop jawing around here, and get me that hammer and shovel...
or I just may let you put up that fence.
Audra!
Audra, Silas, somebody, anybody!
What are you looking for, Mr. Nick?
I'm looking for the north section maps. I wanna check our property line.
- Where's Audra? - Uh, Miss Audra seemed upset. She went to bed.
- Have you seen Heath? - No, sir. He hasn't returned as yet.
Well, where is he? Shouldn't have taken him more than an hour to put up that fence.
- Is this the map you're looking for? - No, no, no.
Thas the section across from the swampland. The old Larabee homestead.
- Oh, blast it! - All right.
- Silas, will you help me clean it up? - Thas all right.
Well, now, where have you been?
Did you stop off someplace?
Well, putting up the fence takes a little longer than tearing it down.
The post holes were already dug, all you had to do was-
- Made a gate too. That took a while. - Mm-hmm.
Then I thought it was a good idea to stick around and get acquainted with the people.
Why?
I wanted to find out if they were really squatters.
They're squatters, all right. An elephant in a bathtub couldn't be plainer.
Nick, I know I may have mentioned this before...
but isn't itjust possible that whileJarrod is in San Francisco selling some of our beef...
he might have dealt off some of our land?
Without saying anything to us? Sell off the best land we've got?
I don't say he did, I just say he might have.
Do you realize that that piece of land controls the stream...
that waters the whole north pasture?
And if anyone fouls it up or diverts it...
we're gonna have to haul water in here on our backs.
Well, I don't guess Jarrod would sell it then. Unless he had good reason to.
Well, he hasn't. And by the time he gets back...
there will be a dozen more families squatting alongside the ones that are already there.
I don't think there will be any more coming.
Well, now, what makes you say that?
- I don't think they're squatters. - Oh, well, what are they then?
I think maybe they're just good, honest people that maybe made a mistake.
Maybe made a mistake?
Heath, I thought you'd been around.
- Well, I've seen a few things. - Well, not nearly enough.
Nobody accidentally stumbles onto somebody else's fenced off land.
If you're looking for the north section boundary map, Jarrod took it with him.
Took it to San Francisco? Why didn't you tell me?
Well, I suppose is 'cause you didn't ask me.
Heath, whose side are you on anyway?
Now, look, Nick, there's no use getting yourself worked up into a lather.
We'll just take a ride down to Stockton and send a telegram toJarrod.
Clear the whole thing right up, wouldn't it, there, Silas?
Seems to me it would. You want me to put all these away, Mr. Nick?
Yeah, put them away.
No, I'm sorry folks, but I can't give you no credit.
I'd like to have your business, but is got to be cash.
There will be plenty of cash once we get started.
I've got a sign inside that says, "In God we trust, everyone else pays cash. "
Now, I put that sign up after a lot of experience.
Come on, UncleJimmy. He's as bad as all the others.
Beg your pardon. Oh, you.
- Assaulting people on the street. - What are you talking about? You bumped into me.
Never mind. Don't apologize. I know you Barkleys.
Swindlers. You sell a man land, and then you try to snatch it back from him.
- All right. Get out of my way. - Oh.
Am I blocking your path, Mr. Barkley? Excuse me.
Listen, Callahan. I'm gonna send a telegram to San Francisco...
to check up on this so-called bill of sale and contract of yours.
Then you'll probably want to buy me a drink, but no, thank you.
My grandfather, God rest his soul, gave me two bits of advice.
One: Never burn down an orphanage. And two:
Never take a drink with an Englishman.
Come, Sharon.
There's your so-called decent people, come on.
You don't need me to help you send that telegram, do you?
- No. Why? - I've got something I want to do.
Don't you go over to Big Annie's and get yourself in any trouble. We've gotta get back.
Me? I don't know what you mean. I'm going down there to the music store...
- to get me some sheet music. - Yeah, and I'm a trained bear too.
There should be an answer on this right away, Fred.
- How long does it take to get to San Francisco? - Oh, no time at all.
Thas fine.
As soon as you get a reply...
- see to it is delivered out to the ranch, will you? - Mm-hmm.
There you go.
Well, is that a fact?
Busted down the fences?
Well, it seems to me, Nick, the first thing you ought to do is tell the sheriff.
And then file an injunction, get papers served on it, and then-
Fred, just send the wire, please.
- Send the wire? - Yeah.
Well, there must be another store.
Hey, thas our wagon.
Mr. Boswell here decided to change his mind about your credit.
- He did? - On Mr. Barkley's guarantee.
Take that out of there. We don't want any of it.
Well, I thought this was the least we could do.
You can take your guarantee and keep it to yourself.
We don't want any of it.
Young lady, all Mr. Barkley is trying to do is-
When his kind give, they want something in return.
I've had experience.
We don't want your guarantee or nothing else.
Now, take it easy. You don't have to mistrust everybody.
I won't say I know how to give a gift, but you don't know how to accept one.
I know you fine landowners, and thas enough.
Now take your filthy food out of our wagon. We don't want it.
Do what she says, lad. Take it out.
Hello, Mother.
- How was the shopping? - Oh, just fine.
- And this is for you. - What?
Oh, I know is not your birthday. Just something extra.
- Well. - Whas the telegram?
Thas from Nick. He's got some squatters.
- They claim they bought part of the north section. - We didn't sell any, did we?
No. As a matter of fact, I'm trying to lease more land. We could use it.
"TheJumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark Twain. "
He wants an answer.
All right. Come on. We'll go down to the telegraph office.
And then I promise to take you to Monte's. Their pepper steak is famous.
If I know your brother, he's a lot hotter than that pepper steak right now.
He helped your father put up those fences.
Jarrod, maybe we'd better skip dinner.
You want to go back to the ranch?
And in a hurry.
All right then. Thas what we'll do.
What does he think he's doing?
Why don't you ask him?
Hi. Nice weather.
- What are you doing? - Is, uh, good growing weather.
Those are weeds.
Well, these are lamb's quarters. You cook them, same as spinach.
Oh, are they good to eat?
We don't need someone telling us to eat weeds.
You know, Callahan, when I was a kid...
we used to eat cactus with the spines all peeled off and boiled...
this and cornmeal mush and pretty glad to get it.
Thas not a bad idea, lad.
We might just have ourselves some of these greens for supper.
Uh, would you be good enough to show Sharon which ones they are?
Be glad to.
She's a homely girl, but she's got a lot of fine qualities.
We have trouble finding young men to call on her.
Oh, shut up, UncleJimmy. You're not funny.
What did I say wrong? I was just gonna suggest that you might like to stay for supper.
Well, for a homely girl, she's uncommonly pretty. I'd be obliged to stay.
Oh, well, I'll have Ma set an extra place.
Well, I coulïve asked what you were doing here.
- Picking lamb's quarters. - For them?
- Hey, watch where you're going. - All right, the party's over.
This telegram proves you're all trespassing.
All right, move those wagons out of here. You're all squatters.
Now, this telegram says you've got no sale, no deed, no contract, no nothing.
Now load up these wagons and get.
But we paid the man. He signed the deed.
- We ought to know. Our own money and we paid it out. - Took us five years to save it.
I don't see how your telegram proves anything.
Maybe you're part of a Yankee swindle, but is not gonna work with us.
- This telegram says it will. - Aw, I coulïve sent me own self a telegram.
Well, if it isn't Mr. Barkley, the English landlord. Good day to you, sir.
Callahan, if you had any sense, you'd have all these people load up these wagons and get out.
Your whole blarney game is over.
Is it, now? And the Irish peasant is swindled again...
by the English lord upon his fine horse.
Barkley, lad...
would you like me to part your hair with this spade...
or will you step down here and find out right now...
if you're man enough to throw anybody out of anywhere.
Callahan, you don't know how much I'm going to enjoy this.
All right now. Everybody stand back.
Hear me? Stand back now and give them a little air.
Les form a ring here. Form a ring.
There will be plenty of room for the contestants to fight.
You hear me? Stand back.
All right, gentlemen. Come here.
Observe the Marquis of Queensberry rules. All right.
Come on. Give it to him, Jimmy, boy.
You are clumsy, aren't you?
On your feet. On your feet.
For the head, Jimmy.
Stop it.
Come on, get up.
Jimmy, you've got to watch his right.
And his left.
Thank you.
Come on.
Hey, now, watch it.
Hit him, Jimmy! Come on!
Get up.
Come on, Jimmy. There you go.
Come on, now.
- Had enough? - Enough of what?
- Are you licked? - Oh, you'll never see that day.
Yeah, I'm licked. What are you doing, resting?
I'll show you who's resting.
Jimmy, come on, boy.
Come on, Jimmy. Come on. Get on your feet, boy.
Good, lad.
Come on, you quitter. Stand up and fight.
I'm gonna throw you out of here, squatter.
Watch it. Jimmy, watch it.
- There now. - Come on, come on.
Hit him, Jimmy. He's weakening.
Jimmy, Jimmy. Come on there, lad. Come on, Jimmy.
Well, you whipped him, big brother.
Now I think we'd better get back to the ranch.
Aw, Jimmy boy.
Where did he go? Where did he go?
Well, is been a real nice morning.
See you now, you hear?
"Squatters trespassing. Suggest injunction to remove them.
"Aquila Land Company fraudulent corporation.
Jarrod Barkley, San Francisco. "
Don't mean a thing. Anybody can send a telegram.
We paid our money and we'll stand our ground. We ain't moving.
I don't want to keep getting in your hair.
- I know you're doing what you think is right. - Then don't.
You've gotta let me say what I think. There's one difference between you and me.
I know what it is to be poor and you don't.
Are you trying to tell me that being poor is an excuse to steal?
- No. - Did you ever have to steal, Heath?
No, but I've come pretty close to it when I couldn't eat mud anymore.
- But you didn't, did you? - No, and neither have those people.
We just don't see eye-to-eye, do we?
- Nick, if you'll just stop and listen one minute. - You stay out of this.
Sometimes you get mad and do things you're sorry for.
Like what? Working my guts out to build this place up...
so someone can come along and squat on it, steal it out from under our noses?
I'm warning you, Heath. You stay out of this.
LikeJarrod said in the telegram, get a court order, talk to the sheriff.
Nick, there are women and children out there.
Oh, now, thank you, Heath. Thank you very much.
I really appreciate that.
You're telling me now that I'm gonna go around shooting down women and children.
- I don't mean that, but it could happen. - Either you stay out of this...
or I'm gonna bust the rest of these knuckles in your face.
I wish you would, Nick.
I didn't mean that.
Callahan.
What do you want?
Callahan, what I'm gonna tell you is about as true and sensible as a man can get.
We're not leaving. We paid our money and we're honest people.
Callahan, thas Nick and some of our men coming, and they've got guns.
Now, if you want to see this land fertilized with somebody's blood...
- then don't listen to me. - What is it you've got to say?
Look, Callahan, I believe you.
I know you paid your money. Somebody swindled you, but it wasn't us.
Now, Nick is not a bad man, but right now he's mad.
Well, I'm mad too. Why should I believe what you tell me?
If somebody starts shooting, there could be somebody dead.
You, Nick, Sharon, the children.
Is it worth that?
Get in there.
All right, Callahan. The fooling's over.
Load up these wagons.
Callahan, please.
Callahan.
Tell your friend to get out of the way.
Put that shotgun away. You're not going rabbit hunting.
It would only blow up on you if you tried to use it.
All right. We'll go.
It won't be the first time poor people lost land they were trying to feed themselves on.
But I want you to be proud of yourself, Nick Barkley.
You've got thousands of acres as far as your eyes can see.
And there are six families here that have lost all their money, got no place to go.
And when winter comes, the children are gonna be crying from the hunger and the cold.
You be proud of that.
- Nick? - Yeah.
- What do you want? - Why don't you talk to Heath?
You can tell Heath to take a jump for himself.
One of you ought to give in.
Well, is not gonna be me.
And you stay out of this.
Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Nick?
Now, what is this? Am I getting sympathy or something?
I threw some squatters off our land.
Nobody's giving you sympathy, Nick.
Is just maybe you're going to far.
Too far? You're the one that came screaming for action when you got your backside paddled.
Well, now, what are you waiting around here for?
Nothing.
I guess you think I should do something for these people, huh?
I didn't say that.
Silas, if you say to me...
"Mr. Nick, your father would have done such-and-such, and such-and-such"...
I'm gonna take you and that dust rag and throw you both right out the window.
Go ahead, is your window.
I'm not telling you what to do, Mr. Nick.
- Not much, you aren't. - Do whatever you please.
Thas the way you always do.
Silas.
What if I said to you to take the wagon...
and throw a couple of sides of beef in it along with a couple of sacks of flour...
and take it out to them tomorrow?
I wouldn't fuss about it none. Thas up to you, Mr. Nick.
Then do it!
And get out of here. I'm busy.
All right, Mr. Nick. I guess you know your own mind.
Jimmy, we've got to do one thing or another.
We can't just sit here.
I made a great bargain for us, finding that land agent. Now look.
You did your best, son.
And I'm proud you stopped the fighting. We're law-abiding people.
Well, the law belongs to them like the Barkleys.
- The rich make their own laws. - Not all of them, Jimmy.
There's no law says we can't be together, can't trust each other.
Shall we pack up? They want to know.
Whoa.
- Well, where is everybody? Nick must have gotten my wire. - Not even Silas.
Well, they're just not anxious to see us, thas all.
The least thing they coulïve done is left word at the station.
Nick, Heath, Audra.
- Silas. - Oh, really.
Guess who?
Whas going on?
- Good to see you. - Played a little dirty trick on you, right?
Hello, Silas.
Which way, Jimmy?
Which way do we head?
No. We're not gonna go.
We've paid our money and we're not gonna move.
We've come 7,000 miles, and we've been duped and pushed around and laughed at.
And now we're going to fight. Give me that shotgun.
The Barkleys have got more land than they can use, and we are not going to starve.
- Jimmy, don't be saying something we'll all be sorry for. - Whas the use of running, Ma?
We're gonna stay right here, all of us.
And if they want to come and throw us out...
they're gonna have to fight every man, woman and child...
with pitchforks, stones and clubs.
If they want a fight, we'll give 'em a good one.
Give me that horse, Hogan.
You're right, Jimmy.
We're right behind you to a man. We're right behind you.
If we don't want to move, they can't move us.
Now, get yourselves clubs and stay in the wagons.
And if they bring me back on a board...
continue the fight.
- Where's Nick Barkley? - Uh, Mr. Barkley is-
Get out of my way.
- Now where is he? - Silas, did you see the package we-
- I didn't know we had a visitor. - I'm looking for Nick Barkley.
- Do you always come calling with a shotgun, Mr. - - Callahan.
Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. Who are you?
I'm Nick's mother, and this is my home you have just broken into.
Well, this is between me and him. Where is he?
Do you plan to shoot him?
I plan to stand up for whas right and not be pushed around.
Mr. Callahan, Nick would put a half a dozen holes right through you...
by the time you got that shotgun cocked and ready.
- You don't want that, do you? - Maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn't.
But we're not gonna be pushed off land that we paid our hard-earned cash for.
I see. Silas, would you take the gentleman's hat?
Perhaps I can get you something, a glass of port or tea?
And he can't hide behind his mother's skirts either.
Well, you don't want to shoot me, do you?
I only want whas right.
Silas, do we have any Irish whiskey?
Perhaps Mr. Callahan would join me in a glass. A gentleman wouldn't refuse.
Don't be using your grand manners with me.
This is no business for a woman to be meddling in, if you'll pardon my saying so.
Well, perhaps it would have been better if a woman had meddled from the beginning.
- Now, I'm very sorry for whas happened- - You're sorry?
Then why is he pushing six families out to starve?
My son Jarrod checked the land agent who swindled you when we were in San Francisco.
He's wanted by the law, and you have absolutely no legal rights to occupy-
- Callahan, get out of this house! - Put down that ridiculous gun.
Nick, stop shouting when I'm speaking to a guest.
- Mother, thas the squatter I was telling you about. - Nick, come down here.
You don't want Mr. Callahan to shoot me while you're gone, do you?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Barkley. I came here to shoot your son, not you.
Oh, well, then you'll want a drop before the serious work.
Sit down, Mr. Callahan.
To your health, Mrs. Barkley. And bad luck to your son.
Callahan, get out of this house. What kind of a hooligan are you, busting into a man's home?
- Nick, apologize to our guest. - Thall be the day!
Such rudeness. How do you put up with it, Mrs. Barkley? From your own son.
Either you get out of here, or I'll throw you out.
Nick, you sit over there, I said.
Your health, may it all be bad.
You both could do one sensible thing.
- Whas that? - Stop insulting each other.
You'll pardon me, Mrs. Barkley. You're a fine woman.
But there's lots about your son needs insulting.
I don't think thas very funny, Mr. Callahan.
- I'm trying hard to make sense out of this thing. - Sense?
You'll never make sense with that bull-headed hooligan.
Nick, please. Now you must find the men who took your money and get it back.
Until then, tell your people they can stay where they are.
- Stay where they are? - Thas a decent offer, Mrs. Barkley. You're a fine woman.
Stay where they are and Callahan will go off hunting this swindler of his...
if one ever existed, and that will be the last we see of him for six months.
Then we'll never get rid of them.
And if they stay here long enough, they get squatter's rights.
And every court in the country will back them up.
No they won't. And Mr. Callahan, when you do get your money back, buy some other property.
Our land is not for sale. Is that clear?
Fair enough. I promise you, we'll leave as soon as we get our legs under us.
Good. Now shake hands.
- With him? Oh, no. - I want you both to go together and find that man.
Together? Mother, what sense is there in that?
Where's your respect for your mother?
Shake hands.
Well, do what your mother says.
Hey, cut out the snoring, will you?
- You, you're snoring. - Who's snoring?
You sound like somebody strangling a sick moose.
Why don't you both shut up?
Quiet in here.!
- Now, whas going on? - Conductor, this Irish ditch digger's shooting off his face.
Any more out of you, and I'll throw you off the train.
Now, wait a minute, Conductor. He's the one that started yelling.
- You keep out of it. - You smell like Paddy's pig to boot.
Your mother said no fighting, but I can't take that.
- Then don't. - You start anything, and I'll throw you both off the train.
- Now I- - You and what army?
Quiet, quiet in here.
Louts.
Is the same clerk. The one that introduced me to him.
Hello, there, Fogarty. How's your mother's bunions?
You remember me, don't you? John James Callahan.
- I was here a couple of weeks ago. - Oh, yes, Mr. "Hallahan. "
No, Callahan.
My friend and I would like a room.
By the way, you haven't seen our friend PowellJ. Welsh recently, have you?
- PowellJ. Welsh? - You introduced me to him. Is he still upstairs?
No, no, he isn't. He checked out.
Now, if you'll just sign the register. I don't know anything about him.
You don't, don't you? I think you do and I'm here to get him.
He's not here. And don't you go starting any trouble.
I think you're in cahoots with him, skinning greenhorns out of their money.
Callahan, why don't we call the police and get a warrant?
I don't need any help. He's upstairs and I'm gonna get him.
The man you're looking for ain't here. So don't start nothing.
Oh, he ain't, ain't he? You wouldn't be trying to stop an honest man...
from laying his hands on that lying swindler, would you?
He's upstairs. Les get him.
Well, well, well. Now, if this isn't a pretty picture.
Les not have any of that. Just get us out of here, huh?
I was just a little surprised, to say the least.
- It wasn't his fault. It was me. - Don't you take all the credit.
Well, if you'd bothered to ask me, I coulïve told you...
that the whole town has been looking for your land swindler...
and they've already picked him up in Sacramento.
What about our money?
Well, there, I'm afraid, there's no hope. He spent it all. Faro, roulette.
- Can't get any of it back? - Not a red cent.
Well, come on. Our lawyer's paid our fine. Come on.
I can't go back and face them. It was me got them into it.
And every blasted thing I've done is wrong.
You tried, man. Now, they can't hang a man for trying.
I'm a dumb rotten clod.
You know, I think you're right.
All right. Les get ready to move.
You're heading the wrong way.
Says who? We're getting off your property.
Callahan, there's some land as dry as a bone, we can't even get a buzzard to live on it.
Is about 70 miles south ofhere.
All we do is pay taxes on it.
But with irrigation-
Well, all I'm trying to say is you can farm it...
that is, if you think you're man enough.
But with hard work, you might be able to make something out of it.
Don't do us no favors.
The lanïs no good the way it is.
People who know how to work just might make something out of it.
Well, what about it?
Well, is kind of charity, no matter how you put it.
How Irish can an Irishman be?
- Is this your mother's idea? - No, is his.
Maybe is about time you stopped being poor proud...
and learned how to accept something.
We accept. And we thank you.
Uh...
you wanna go along and help them get settled?
Love to.
Give them the map.
Callahan, see if you can find it without getting on the wrong side of someone's fence.
The next time this sign goes up, is gonna stay up for good.
Shall we go? Hyah!
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