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- I'll bet you it is.
- Nah.

It's him, it's him.

How can you be sure with
all this thunder and lightning?

It's spring, isn't it?

He always comes home
in the spring.

Listen.

I don't know, I think
it's still just the storm.

No, it's him, Joe,
I know it's him.

I'll prove it to you.

Listen, listen.

Hey!

- Hey, you're right, it's Sam!
- I told you, I told you!

- Get back, get back!
- Yeah.

That's it, now, go!

Go, Hoss, come on, go, boy!

That's it! Hit it! Hit it!

Come on, boy,
you can keep up with him!

There ain't no man in the world
that can sling a sledge

as hard and fast as Sam Hill.

Storm's passing.

Always does, Pa,
whenever Sam Hill comes home.

Not a sound.

Hey, Pa, you think
all those stories

we hear about Sam are true?

Well, I never heard
for sure they weren't.

Well, if they ain't,

somebody's got an awful lot
of explaining to do to me.

For example, that,
that tree up there.

Now, what, what do you call it?

A candlenut tree.

Yeah, yeah, now, how does
that candlenut tree grow

up there all by itself

when the only other place
in the whole world it grows

is in the tropics?

Now, how come?

Well, Sam says there's a lot
of warmth in that ground.

Back a little early this year,
aren't you, Sam?

Sergeant Hathaway says
he heard you coming.

What are you doing here, Tyson?

Colonel Tyson, sir,
if you please.

What do you want?

Don't suppose
you've changed your mind

about selling me this land.

That's pretty good supposing.

Just as stubborn as she was.

But not near as polite.

Now, you ride off this land

and you take your private army
with you.

You're a fool, Sam.

You only visit this place
once a year.

It's a waste
of good pastureland.

Pastureland?

Is that all it means to you?

Rachel's dead.

I want this land, only the land.

My mother wouldn't have you
when she was alive.

You're not going to get her now.

Perhaps the real owner
of this land

will have something
to say about that.

You're talking
to the real owner.

I'm talking to his son.

My father's dead.

Not so dead
that he can't write letters.

John Henry Hill.

Isn't that his name?

That was his name.

Well, John Henry Hill
is arriving

in Virginia City tomorrow,

like Lazarus rising
from the grave.

You going to have the courage
to meet him?

Well, my mother told me he died.

When I was 12 years old,

she got a letter
from a shipmate of his.

Said he'd been washed overboard
in a storm in the South Seas,

someplace
in the Makassar Straits.

Hey, now, look,

I di--I didn't say it wasn't.

- No, no, no, no, we got a bet,
come on. -All right.

Hey, Sam, tell Little Joe
about the time you outpulled

that 20-mule team going
up the Geiger Pass, tell him.

Eh, now, what about it, Sam,
is that the truth or not?

Well, Little Joe,
it wasn't really a 20-mule team.

There wasn't more
than half a dozen,

and those mules weren't
really pulling.

Yeah, see, what did I tell you?

You're talking to Sam Hill.

Oh, Sam, Sam, don't do that now.

We got a bed
waiting for you inside.

Why, thanks, Ben,

but it's going on 18 years
since I slept under a roof.

Besides, I-I want
to finish this up

so I can go
to Virginia City tomorrow.

Fine.

Well, I'm for bed.

You coming, boys?

No, we'll hang around here
for a while, Pa.

Yeah, we want to jaw with Sam
for a little bit.

Good night.
Good night, Sam.

- Night, Pa. -Good night, Ben.
- Good night, Pa.

Hey, Sam, I guess
you're pretty happy

about seeing your pa
after all these years.

Yeah, I sure am.

Okay, horse, come on out here.

Hey, Sam...

how did you make him do that?

Well, I asked him to.

He knows what I want.

Aw...

Sure, he remembers me
from last year.

We got to be real good friends.

Sam, I raised that horse
from just a colt.

He don't remember nothing
from day to day

except where the oat bin's at.

It seems to me
like he's a real smart animal.

Horse, will you hand me
that hammer?

Thank you.

Night, Sam.

Good night, boys.

- See you tomorrow, Sam.
- Yeah, night.

Joe?

What you doing up?

Same thing you are.

He's been at it all night.

Yeah.

It'll be sunup in about an hour.

He hasn't stopped once.

- Joe...
- Uh-huh?

Maybe he ain't got to sleep.

One time,
high up in the mountains,

I heard some trappers talking

about a man
that never had to sleep.

You reckon they could have been
talking about Sam Hill?

Pa, you up, too?

Well, I'm sure not sleepwalking.

The way he loves horses.

Wants to be near 'em,
work around them.

I guess every man has his
own way of dealing with worry.

Maybe Sam's is to work his away.

Worry?

Pa, what in the tarnation could
Sam Hill have to worry about?

I think he's afraid
to meet his father.

Now, why would a man be afraid
to meet his own father?

Well, think how
you'd feel if, uh...

if someone you hadn't seen
since you were a baby--

someone you'd given up
for dead--

suddenly were to walk in one day

and announce to you
that he was your father.

Well, I can tell you one thing--
if he wasn't you,

he'd get the dangdest
throwing out he ever got.

Come on, boys, I...

I don't know about Sam Hill,
but we've got to get some sleep

or we won't get any work
done tomorrow.

- Joe?
- Hm?

I'll bet you that story I heard

up in the mountains
from them trappers...

was true.

Hey, Sam...

say, ain't you even
a little bit sleepy?

There are ways
of resting the brain

without closing your eyes,
Little Joe.

Yeah, but...
what about the body?

The brain takes care
of the body, Hoss.

Ain't you learned that yet?

Yeah...

Well, we'll... we'll see you
over at the Silver Dollar, Sam.

In a bit.

Hey, Sam?

Sam, you... you want us
to go in with you or anything?

No, thanks. Uh...

This is something
I gotta do alone.

Dad-burn, Joe, sometimes
that man does confound me.

- Hm.
- Just then he acted like

just a plain ordinary
flesh-and-blood human being.

Yeah.

And sometimes he don't.

Room 22, the bridal suite.

The what?

Mr. Hill insisted on the best.

Right up the stairs.

Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Hill?

Mr. Hill?

Percy, give us
a couple down there.

Lonesome Lil, I really like you,
and that's the truth.

I declare, if that ain't
just about the sweetest thing

I've ever had said to me.

You don't hardly hear
that kind of talk no more.

Oh, honey,
I'm just getting tuned up.

Wait till I get
the whole band playing.

Uh, but let's
don't let ourselves

get too serious right off, you
know... you know what I mean.

Well, no, honey,
I don't know what you mean.

Well, I am a year or two
older than you are.

Now, honey, what's
that got to do with it?

To do with what?

To do with
what we were talking about.

And what was that, Little Joe?

Honey? Sir? Hmm?

Well, you know what I mean...

Just heard a school bell, sonny!

Don't want to be late, do you?

Excuse me, ma'am...

but you bear
a striking resemblance

to a woman I met on my travels
through the Orient.

A Balinese princess, she was.

Are you sure you don't have
royal blood in your veins?

I don't hardly think so.

I'm from Texas.

Now, look, mister, I'd like--

Sonny, would you get us
another glass, please?

- Yes, sir. -Yes, sir,
the similarity is remarkable.

However, this lady
was somewhat smaller than you.

As a matter of fact, she only
stood about three feet tall.

You wouldn't think
a little woman like that

could make a man happy.

This little girl'd fool you.

Yeah, well, you know,
there's a few things...

Sonny, you're getting
to be an awful pest.

Now, run along.
Do as I tell you, run along.

Old man, I'm losing
my patience with you.

Old man, you say?
Defend yourself!

What?!

Put up your dukes! Fight!

Or ain't you got
any sand left in your craw?

Come on, old man,
I can't fight you.

I'd advise against it,
but you started this.

Now what are you going to do?

You nut!

Now, let's see, where was I?

That boy distracted me.

Oh, yes, yes, yes,
I just walked into Africa

and I came out with a diamond
big as a camel's eye.

Hey, give me a beer,
will you, Percy?

Looks like he sort of beat
your time, little brother.

Did you get a load
of that old goat

saying he wanted to fight me?

I hit him once,
I'd break him in two.

Another bottle
of champagne, innkeeper.

Hey, sonny, you wouldn't
have an extra five dollars

in your wallet, would you?

I wouldn't have an extra what?

I find myself
temporarily short of funds.

I'd like to buy
the young lady another drink.

And you'd
like me to pay for it, huh?

I've just come to town.

You're the only friend I got.

Wait a minute, old-timer.

Who's gonna pay for this one?

I'll pay for it
first thing in the morning.

Put it on my bill.

Oh, no!

You're not a very good judge
of character, my man.

I'm coming in to a sum of money.

Give me back that bottle.

Not till I finish it.

All right, old-timer,

if that's the way you want it.

This saloon
ain't the neighborly place

it's cracked up to be!

Drink it, man! Drink it!

A boy stood on a burning deck

pouring bubbles down his neck.

Whoa!

Whoa... whoa...

Sam, did you find your pa?

Asleep in the deep

to dream of sinning ways

in other days.

I think I just did.

Mr. Hill?

Come on, Mr. Hill.

We're going home.

Hey, you!

Stop that pounding!

Can't get any rest around here.

Hey, you!
Stop that pounding!

What are you trying to do,
split my skull?

Every time a feller
ain't feeling good,

there's always
somebody making noise.

Hey... where am I?

What have you done with me?

Ah... kidnapping, huh?

Shanghaied again.

If you think I'm serving
in this prairie schooner,

you got another think coming.

I'll starve first!

Let me tell you this, you'll
never get away with it, mister.

There's a law against
sneaking up on a man when he's

had a few drinks and carting him
off to the middle of nowhere.

And I'll tell you...

You must be my son... Sam.

When did she die?

18 years ago.

That long?

How?

What happened?

I never did find out.

Some folks say Indians,
some say lightning.

Nobody knows for sure.

I seen the smoke
from a ways off,

but... by the time I got here,
everything was all over.

I buried her myself
under the candlenut tree.

Just you?

Mm-hmm.

How old were you at the time?

I was 14.

I sent her that tree.

I know.

It was almost a joke.

Never thought it'd grow here.

Yeah, well, she had a way
of making things grow.

If you're any sample,
she sure did.

Why didn't you ever come back
to her?

Oh, I don't know.

'Cause I'm no account, I guess.

That ain't much of an excuse.

It's the only one I got.

I loved your ma, Sam,
a lot, an awful lot.

And I got it into my head
that there was a pot of gold

waiting for me somewhere
at the end of a rainbow

if I'd just keep looking
hard enough for it.

I'm still looking.

Well, did you come back
to see her or to claim the land?

This place?

Mm-hmm.

It's nof mine.

It's yours now and Rachel's.

There was some talk around here
that you come to sell it.

Oh, I did get a letter
from some fellow hereabouts,

said he was interested in it.

I couldn't sell this place.

This is hallowed ground.

I'm glad you feel
that way about it.

I mean,
about not selling the place.

Not for all the money
in the world.

That's good.

I... I should have known.

Uh, there's just one thing that
still, uh, kind of puzzles me.

What would that be, Sam?

Well, it's been a long time
since we last seen each other,

and, uh, I don't know
exactly what to call you.

Yeah... Yeah, that's right.

Most people call me
John Henry or J.H.

I've even known some
to call me "seldom sober."

It doesn't make any difference;
whichever one suits you.

Yeah, well,

I'd like to call you Pa.

Sure, Sam.

That would be fine.

Sure you want to?

I want to... Pa.

I wish I'd had a little time
to spruce up before we met.

I bet you could use
a hot bath, huh?

Yeah, I sure could.

Didn't know I was standing
on the windward side of you.

Maybe some good solid food
for a change, huh?

Sure sounds good, Sam.

Well, then, come on.

I ain't dressed fittin'
to meet proper folks.

No, now, don't you mind.

I got some friends
nearby that

they don't care
how a man dresses.

You sure they won't object

to a couple of extra mouths
for dinner?

Mind? Wait till we get
to the Ponderosa.

You're gonna see a feed like you
ain't never seen in your life.

Now don't you be too sure.

I remember once,
down in the Fiji Islands,

I was guest of honor
at this wedding feast--

lasted for 40 days
and 40 nights.

I ate so much roast pig and
stuffed hummingbird tongues...

Well, c-come on, Pa.

You can tell me on the way
in the wagon-- come on.

Arch your back, Pa.

If I arch it any more,
it'll pop my stomach.

What are you trying to do,
scrape my barnacles off?

Just sit up straight and stop
asking so many questions.

Well, now that you're back,
Mr. Hill, what are you plans?

You think you're gonna stay?

Ooh, I reckon
that's up to Sam here.

I guess
we can figure out something.

You ever shod a horse?

Shot a horse?
Never even pointed a gun at one.

Ooh, close that door.

Where were you raised,
in a barn?

Ooh, it's you, Mr. Cartwright.

Who's this?

Oh, this is my youngest son--
Joseph.

What do you do, raise them
in litters around here?

I'd offer to shake hands
with you, son,

but I'd just give you a fistful
of this sheep dip.

Ah, it's all right.
I think we've met.

That's strange.

I don't recollect
seeing your face before.

The Silver Dollar.

- Silver what?
- The Silver Dollar.

That's a saloon
in Virginia City.

Oh, yeah, in Virginia City.

You know,
I don't remember a thing

that happened in Virginia City.

Did I say or do anything?

If-If I borrowed
any money off of you,

you don't need to worry.
I'll pay it back.

You can forget it, Mr. Hill.

Little Joe wasn't about
to loan you no money.

Was you there, too, Hoss?

Beginning to end.

If you think
I was drinking yesterday,

should have been with me
in St. Petersburg.

This Russian Cossack captain--

he-he bet me I couldn't drink
a helmet full of vodka.

It was one of them
big helmets with a...

with a big spike
on the top of it.

Oh, I thought that was the kind
that was only worn

by, uh, German officers.

By George, you're right.

Come to think of it,

this feller did speak Russian
with a German accent.

Must have been a spy.

Well...

Well, anyway...

Shut your mouth, Pa.

What?

You'll get it full of water.

Well, now,
that makes it official.

You are the legal owner
of the property.

Duly recorded and filed.

Thank you, Mr. Willis.

You've been very helpful.

Anytime, Colonel.

Good day, sir.

Forward... Ho!

So I says
to the maharajah of Bangalore,

"Listen, Raj, there ain't
no reason in the world

"why you can't kill an elephant
with a bow and arrow.

It's just a case of getting
a big enough arrow."

So I said,
"Now, listen, Sahib, I..."

- Uh, Pa...
- Yes, son?

It's-It's getting kind of late.

Folks around here get... used
to getting up with the sun.

Oh, Sam,
don't let that worry you.

We can all afford
to sleep in a little tomorrow.

No, no, Sam's right.
We better go.

You boys can hear me
shoot off my mouth anytime.

Mr. Hill, there's one story
you gotta tell.

Now what story was that, Hoss?

It's about that tree
you gave Sam's ma.

What-What was the name of it?

Oh, the, uh...
the candlenut tree.

Yeah, the candlenut tree.

You'd be surprised

how many folks come up here,
year after year,

from miles around,
just to look at that tree

setting up there on the hill
blooming the year round.

Well, if you think
that's something,

you should hear what happened
to me in Mozambique.

There was this, uh, coconut palm
about 200 feet tall.

200 feet?!

Well, give or take an inch
or two, son.

Mr. Hill,
I really don't think

you understand
about the candlenut tree.

You see, with the kind
of weather we have out here,

that-that tree should have died
more times than we can count.

Yeah, what with the rain
and frost, sleet, snow...

we get maybe 40 feet of snow
up here in the Sierra.

But up on that hill...

up on that hill, the grass
is green the year round.

That candlenut tree just seems

to gets taller
and prettier all the time.

Seems like nothing
in the world can stop it.

Yeah, yeah,
that's pretty wonderful.

Let me finish telling you
about that big coconut tree.

Oh. Seems we have visitors.

Hello, Mr. Tyson.

May I come in, sir?

Mr. Hill...

you've completed
your part of the bargain.

I'm completing mine.

Here's your money.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You know well enough.

Tyson, I don't know
what you're up to,

but if this is another one
of your tricks...

Mr. Tyson, I think it might be
better if you were to leave now.

Must be some kind
of mistake, Colonel.

This ain't my money.

I'll be happy to leave

now that my business
transaction is over.

And that money,
Mr. Hill, is full payment

for the land you deeded
over to me last night.

Good evening, sir.

You're lying.

He didn't sell you anything.

Didn't he?

Why don't you check
the territorial land office?

You'll find
there's a fully-documented,

signed and witnessed deed.

And one more thing--

don't you ever set foot
on that land again.

I didn't do it.

Honest, Sam, I didn't do it.

I just want the truth.

I'm telling the truth.

Well, I-I wouldn't do a thing
like that.

How can you be so sure?

You were so drunk, you couldn't
remember Little Joe,

you couldn't remember Hoss.

What's the last thing
you do remember?

I don't know.

I-I couldn't do a thing
like that, could I?

Could I?

Old man, did you come back here

after all these years
just to sell my mother's grave?

Now hold on, Sam.

All we've got to go on so far
is Tyson's word.

We'll ride into the land office
and see for ourselves.

You can do that
if you want to, Ben.

I'm going home.

Nobody's taking that land
away from me.

Hoss, Joe,

we're going to Virginia City.

Adam, you'll have to take care
of that timber transaction

with Mr. Richards
in the morning.

Mr. Hill...

you'd better come along with us.

Yes, sir.

Aw, come on, Willis,
it was filed today.

Well, that don't make it
any easier to find.

There are certain ways to
cross-file these transactions.

That's the way it's done.

Oh, here it is.

- Now, this document...
- Let me see that.

I didn't sign it, did I?

Did I, Mr. Cartwright?

That's my name, all right,
but... I didn't sign it.

I couldn't have.

Here, write your signature.

What? What'd you say?

I said write your signature.

Oh, sure, sure, Mr. Cartwright.

I signed that paper.

I signed that paper,
Mr. Cartwright.

I don't remember
doing it, but...

I know I did.

How am I gonna face my boy?

How?

I don't know.

Well, now that that's
settled, can I go back...

Nothing is settled.

Hoss... go find the sheriff.

We'll ride out and make sure
that Tyson doesn't set foot

on Sam's land until
we can prove that this paper

isn't worth the...
the paper it's written on.

You coming?

Aw, I don't guess I will.

Better be moving on.

Mr. Hill...

I can't tell you what to do,

but I will tell you this--

if you don't face up to Sam...

you'll be doing as much harm
to him as to yourself.

I know it, Mr. Cartwright.

I know it.

Man like you can do it,
Sam can do it.

I just can't.

I don't know why.

I just can't.

Well...

you, uh... you ride on back
to the Ponderosa with Joe,

and Hoss and I...
we'll go with the sheriff.

We'll tell Sam.

Thank you, Mr. Cartwright.

Sam.

Sam Hill!

I ordered you off this land.

Are you going,
or do I have to throw you off?

All right, sir,
you give me no choice.

Dismount!

Throw him off my land.

Well, grab him, do you hear?

That's an order!

You're just like she was:

stubborn, independent,
refusing to bend to my will.

Just like her, Tyson!

Colonel! Do you hear?

You call me Colonel Tyson!

You're no colonel,
you're a fake!

Like that hired army of yours!

How could you expect my mother
to even look at you?

You're not even a man!

Hill!

You're just a shell,

filling an empty uniform.

I don't want to kill you.

I didn't want to kill her.

What's happening?

The earth's moving.

What's causing it?

That's what makes that tree
grow where it shouldn't!

Where everybody said
it didn't have a chance!

That's what keeps
the snow off my mother's grave,

even in the deep of winter!

And that, Tyson,

is what will keep you
from ever taking this place!

Now, tell me--what
do you mean you killed her?

I-I didn't. I didn't.

She wasn't supposed
to be in the house.

I never wanted
to kill anyone, ever.

Why? Why did you do it?

I did it for her.

I wanted her.

Don't you see?
With the house gone,

she would have
had to come to me.

Not ever-- you know that!

Oh, yes, she would have.

Not for me,
perhaps, but for you.

So you'd have a home.

It was always you
she was thinking of.

And I wanted her, but...

it was an accident
she was in the house.

It... it was an accident.

No!

Please d-don't kill me.

Sam...

Sam, we heard.

Don't know what to say.

There's nothing to say, Ben.

Pa...

it's hard to believe.

By all rights, that hot spring
ought to have washed away

that hillside a long time ago.

Yeah.

I guess that spring
just wanted to stay underground

and keep that earth warm.

Yeah, I reckon so.

It'll take a heap of legal doing

to straighten this mess out
in the books, but...

I'll guarantee you
that nobody'll ever

take this piece
of property away from Sam.

I guess when the story
of what happened here tonight

gets around...
nobody's ever gonna try.

Come on, Tyson.

I don't suppose he'll ever
be able to tell you himself...

but your father really
didn't know what he'd done.

I know, Ben.

I know.

Thank you, Ben.

Bye, Sam.

See you next spring, Sam.

We'll be listening
for you this time, Sam.

Yeah, this time,
we'll know it's you coming.

Well, so long, boys.

Well, old man, you coming?

You mean I can?

- You mean I can, Sam?
- I ain't got much choice.

You're my pa, ain't you?
I'm stuck with you.

Somebody's got
to take care of you.

I can take care of myself.

Maybe you ain't heard
about my travels.

No, but I got a feeling
I'm going to.

You know, we got to stop at that
hotel there in Virginia City.

Little matter
of a bill I got to pay.

And, uh, I want
to pick up my stuff, too.

Oh, if you think
I'm gonna load down this wagon

with all that junk...

Yeah, well, I guess
it don't amount to much.

One thing I want to get, though.

I ain't never been
without your ma's picture.

We'll get it, Pa.

Yeah.

♪ I'm tired
of honky-tonk women ♪

♪ I'm tired of
traveling around ♪

♪ I'm tired of Suzy
and Curly and Kate ♪

♪ I'm thinking
of settling down ♪

♪ Give me a girl
who'll be kind to my dog ♪

♪ And teach my kids
how to pray... ♪

John Henry?

Come on, jackass!

Old man, who is this?

We don't rightly know.

Call him Billy Joe.

John Henry, I must've walked
a thousand miles following you.

How come you ran off and left me
way back in Carson City?

I knew there was
something I forgot.

He's been tailing me

ever since he was six or seven
years old, I reckon.

My ma told me never
to let you out of my sight,

but it sure is a hard job
keeping up with you.

Yeah. Say, exactly which one
was your ma, Billy Joe?

He ain't gonna amount to much,
but I can't seem to shake him.

He can play that guitar,

and he makes up the prettiest
songs you ever heard.

All right, get on, boy.

We got a lot of iron to pound
between now and spring.

Hoss, will you tie that thing
on the end of the wagon?

- Yeah.
- Come on, boy.

I'll tell you just
what my son here done.

You see, there was
this here enemy colonel,

and he had an army
of about 7,000 men.

They come a-chargin'
up this hill, this cavalry...

Giddyap!

...and Sam,
all he had was a hammer.

He started swinging that hammer,

and them fellers started
dropping like tenpins!

Bullets was a-rattlin'
off of his chest

like popcorn out of a skillet...

Hey, hey, cut out the racket!

What in the Sam Hill's going on?

- Sam Hill.
- What?

Yeah, yeah, Pa, we're
just telling him good-bye.

Oh.

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