All language subtitles for Bonanza S01E18

Yah!

Come on, faster.

I'll take your bags
in for you, mister.

The name is Kyle,
Frederick Kyle.

Yes, Mr. Kyle, we have
your reservation.

Thank you.

By the way, would
you happen to know

a family here by the
name of Cartwright?

Who on the Washoe doesn't?

How would I get
in touch with them?

That'll be pretty easy.

Adam and Little Joe
are in town right now

picking up supplies.

By Little Joe,
would you mean

Joseph Francis Cartwright?

You call him that, you
better be ready to duck.

He's right inside.

Thank you.

Joseph Francis.

(chuckling)

See your five
and raise you five.

I'll see that and
raise you five.

Tens over fives.

Hmm, three sixes.

Maybe you'll do better
next time, kid.

All you need
is a little luck.

He'd be better off
with a miracle.

You care to explain that,
mister?

That routine of yours
is older than the wheel.

And your partner here
gives bad signals.

It's all right.
Simmer down, young fella.

It's a good thing to learn.
You learned it cheap.

Give him his money.

I can fight my
own battles.

There's not going
to be any battles.

That's right.

Give him
his money.

You think carrying
one wing's

gonna keep me from mopping
the floor with you?

Pick any reason you like.

That was pretty nice
work, mister.

How much of this
belongs to you?

I got about $70
in here.

$70.

Uh-uh. Not all of it.

When a man learns a lesson,
he ought to pay for it.

I'm Joe Cartwright.

Kyle, Frederick Kyle.

Say, sure would like
to repay you somehow.

Haven't had a decent meal
since I left Kansas City.

I could sure use
a good steak.

I think I can fix you up
Ponderosa style.

Put that thing away.

What do you want to do,

shoot the man that's going
to give us the money tree?

What?

I've seen
that one before--

back in Kansas.

Can't be two men
like him.

Who is he?

One-armed trouble.

More trouble than
this town's ever seen.

(theme song playing)

Mr. Kyle,
I'd like to tell you again

how grateful I am to you
for helping Little Joe.

For a meal like this,
I'd do it every day.

It's a pity you didn't
get here a few days earlier.

Then maybe Little Joe might
have had some money left over

to spend the next time
he goes into town.

You've been cheated
before, Little Joe?

They don't have
to cheat him

to get his money,
Mr. Kyle.

He's the worst poker player
on the wholeComstock.

(all laughing)

Well, I'd like to make up that
deficit in spending money.

You see, I'm in the business

of exporting gold
and silver bullion.

You plan to buy
silver ore here

in Virginia City,
Mr. Kyle?

My intentions
precisely.

Well, you've certainly
come to the right place then.

We're sitting right on top
of a whole mountain of it here.

So I understand.

But I must get
to the various men

who control that mountain
of silver.

To interest them
in my proposition.

I know them all, Mr. Kyle.

I'd be more than happy
to show you around.

Well, I appreciate
your kind offer, Little Joe.

If you're looking for help
in high finance, Mr. Kyle,

I'm afraid you done picked
on the wrong Cartwright.

How do you mean?

Well, you see,
Little Joe's

full of that hot
Southern blood,

that he can't get very
interested in cold cash.

Now, on the other hand,
Adam over there--

he's from New England.

And he's just got
a natural feeling

for the jingle of cash.

And how about
you, Hoss?

Well, sir, I reckon I'm sort
of from in between.

Hoss' mother and I were on the
way out west when Hoss was born.

Out on the prairie
just west of the Missouri.

You weren't alone, Hoss.

Many good men were born
on the prairie.

Yes, sir.

I just don't understand it.

We're all from
the same country here

and yet there's still all this
talk about North and South.

Where's the dividing line?

I'd say that the dividing line
was in peoples' minds.

Well, that puts me
in the middle, all right,

'cause I ain't got
no leaning either way.

Well, you know, that's
the trouble with you, Hoss.

Now you take older brother
over here.

He's from way up north.

Me, I'm from way down south
in Dixie.

Just blow the bugle when
you want the war started.

All right, now.
(glass clinking)

We all have our roots
and they're right here

on the Ponderosa now.

Sometimes a man's roots
and responsibilities

go deeper than
where he lives.

Isn't that sort of idea

rather stale and old-fashioned,
Mr. Kyle?

When we came out west
we left that behind.

Can you ever leave behind
an idea

or an ideology?

At any rate, Little Joe,

I most appreciate
your kind offer of help.

Well, that's certainly the least
we can do for you, Mr. Kyle.

Thank you.

Now, you're sure you
won't have a cigar?

Thank you, no.

I don't want anything to spoil
the memory of that steak.

Well, I'll tell
Hop Sing what you said.

He'll be awfully pleased.

So it's ranches like this

where all that good
beef comes from.

Hm. Mr. Kyle,

I know it's an overly-
used expression,

but you do sound
like a city fella.

Not by choice.

But the cities are where
one finds the houses of finance.

Yes. Yes, you're
right there.

Sit down, Mr. Kyle.

Thank you.

I used to travel a
great deal to the cities.

Yes, you still
travel I suppose?

St. Louis, New Orleans,
New York, all over.

Nice, nice cities.
Yes.

What about this...
this trouble

that seems to be brewing
between the states?

Not trouble,
Mr. Cartwright--

it's a prelude to war.

Civil war.

Do you really think it will
come to that, Mr. Kyle?

There's already talk

that some of the states
are seceding from the Union.

I hope we'll be spared
all that grief out here.

Where did you say
you were from, Mr. Kyle?

I don't believe I did say.

But I'm from Kansas.

And that's right
in the middle of everything.

Well, I think
I'll turn in.

Good night, gentlemen.

I do appreciate
your hospitality, sir.

Our pleasure, Mr. Kyle,
our pleasure.

See you in the
morning, Mr. Kyle.

Hey, look at that
express rider.

He's coming in like
a scalded cat.

(horse whinnying)

Just don't seem to me
like people get as excited

as they used to, Pa,

when the pony rider
comes to town.

Well, you know, Hoss,
RIDER:
Hyah!

people don't like
to hear bad news.

It's been getting
worse all the time.

Well, let's pick up
our paper.

You're a liar!

(men shouting)

Hey, hey, come on.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'll kill that dirty Yankee!

I'll kill him dead!

Hold on. What's
going on here?

I'll tell you
what's going on.

This dirty reb said
the North's not even fit

to be in the same Union.

(men grumbling)

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

This is Virginia City.

It's neither North
nor South.

Maybe all that's
gonna change pretty soon.

That might be true,

but right now you're just gonna
simmer down a little bit.

That one of them papers
just come in town?

Yes, it is.

Well, there won't be no
truth in it-- just poison.

That paper comes
from New York.

Let's hear what it has to say,
Mr. Cartwright.

We don't want to hear no reading
from a Northern paper.

That right?

(men agreeing)
What's the matter with you rebs?

You afraid to hear the truth?

Just hold on.

If my pa wants
to read the paper,

I reckon that's
what he's gonna do.

Now you just simmer down
a little bit.

Well, the, uh...

the news has been mostly
about one thing.

That's, uh, that speech
that Mr. Lincoln made

last month in Springfield.

I guess what he wanted to say

can be found right in
the end of it here.

It says, "The... the agitation

"has not only not ceased

"but augmented.

"In my opinion," it says,

"it will not cease
until a crisis

shall have been reached
and passed."

Then he says, "A house...

...a house divided
against itself

cannot stand."

Beggin' your pardon,
Mr. Cartwright,

but what's all that mean?

Well, Mr. Lincoln is saying
that...

people come together because of
the things they have in common,

like, uh, well, like friendship
and love and...

And, uh...

I guess it means that
when they get so blinded

by their personal beliefs
that hate creeps in,

then violence can't
be too far behind.

All that's nothing
but Northern lies.

Ain't lies, neither.

A nation ain't
a nation

if the states
don't stick together.

Wait a minute, Luke.

What if a state
don't want to stick together?

LUKE:
Then we fight to make
them stick together.

For those of you who would like
to have the news read

from a Southern paper,

I have here the
Charleston Journal.

"Mr. Lincoln's speech has been
hailed as a Southern victory.

"It is generally acknowledged
that the first ten lines

"of that speech have already
defeated his bid for election.

"Here was Mr. Lincoln's
reply to that opinion--

"If it is decreed that I should
go down because of this speech,

"then let me go down
linked to the truth--

let me die in advocacy
of what is just and right."

MAN:
You trying to tell us
that a Southern paper

would write
a thing like that?

If you can read,
see for yourself.

The South would never
praise the thinking

of a man like
Abe Lincoln.

A man who honestly knows
what he believes,

and has courage enough
to act on it,

is a man deserving of praise
from all men.

Now, we could have
cut your heart

right out,
Mr. Kyle, but...

...we wouldn't want to do that.

We just wanted to show you how
handy we'd be to have around.

What do you want?

Well, our meeting before
was a little informal.

We thought we'd like
to make it more proper.

My name's Regis and
this here's Gorman.

What do you want?

Well, I guess you could say
we came round to enlist.

Enlist?

What are you talking about?

Why, the cause.
What else?

I remember you from
Kansas, Mr. Kyle.

Frederick Kyle,

leader of the Free State
movement in the south.

Oh, making stirring speeches
all up and down the state.

Swearing to die for
the cause if you had to.

Well, you were mighty
persuasive, Mr. Kyle.

So much so that I been thinking
about you ever since.

So, you can see
how pleased I was

to see you'd landed
right here in Virginia City.

Come in.

Well, now, like I say,
being a convert to the cause,

I just naturally wanted
to join up.

And Gorman here,
he always goes along with me.

Goes along with
you in what?

Well, now, since Virginia City's

sitting on a pile of silver,

we thought maybe you were after
some of it to help run the war.

Any particular war?

Well, let's say
the one that's about to start.

It don't much matter
one way or the other.

It don't make much difference
to you, do it?

Well, now, Mr. Kyle,
it's your war, not ours.

Yes.

Thank you for reminding me.

All right. Talk.

We heard some of the mine owners
might not want to go along.

So we thought, uh, maybe
we'd lean on them a little.

Or maybe just keep you
from getting hung

from the highest tree.

Now, we could be your own
private little army, Mr. Kyle,

for just, oh, say, uh, $5,000.

Well, what do you say, Mr. Kyle?

For the good of the cause?

Don't talk to me
about the cause.

You dirty it every time the
words come out of your mouth.

(laughs)

You. You laugh again
and I'll kill you.

Gorman, now,
you hold it, you hear?

Now, look, Mr. Kyle.

We didn't come here to fight.

We just want to talk business.

That's better. We talk
business, not causes.

Now we understand
each other.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir,
we understand.

Get out. When I need
you, I'll send for you.

Now, you can count on us,
Mr. Kyle.

Oh, Tom?

Over here, Adam.

Oh.

Listen, Tom, you seen
Little Joe around anywhere?

He was out making the rounds
with that Kyle fellow.

Yeah, but he should
have been home by now.

Where's Kyle?

He's up in his room. Alone.

One arm of his
don't slow him down much.

I told you, he's trouble,

the likes of which this
town has never seen.

What was that you said
about him being our money tree?

He will be.

Just as long as we all
ride the same track.

I thought you said Kyle
was in his room alone.

Who are they?

Names Regis and Gorman.

They got a mean streak
runs clean through.

I hear they got out of
jail just last week.

(snorting)

Now, what would a man like Kyle
be doing with their kind?

Just what is
Mr. Kyle's kind, Adam?

Are you sure?

Well, now, you got to admit,

he plays his business
close to his vest.

Well, somebody
ought to know.

Well, my guess
would be Little Joe.

Mr. Kyle seemed to want
to get friendly with him

right from the start.

What do you mean?

Well, he was asking
about Little Joe

the minute he got
off the stage.

Thanks, Tom.

Bartender.

Gentlemen.

This drink's on me.

Well, thank you, neighbor.

I'm Adam Cartwright.

Cartwright.

Well, ain't we stepping
high on the wheat.

My name's Regis.
This here's Gorman.

What about your
other friend?

What friend you talking about?

Oh, the man with the money tree.

Mr. Frederick Kyle.

You know about Kyle?

Easy, Joe.

Here's a toast.

What does he want
with my brother?

Like I said,
here's a toast to, uh...

small dogs
and little old ladies.

Well, I don't know
about Mr. Kyle,

but I know about you.

Both of you.

And what I know, I don't like.

We don't much care whether you
like us or not, Mr. Cartwright.

You just stay out of our way.

Your way or Mr. Kyle's way?

Well, let's say him and us
are on the same side, now.

Come on, now. You'd be on any
side that paid your price.

You want to make us
a better offer?

No.

No, I just want to be
on the opposite side.

(horse neighing)

Adam. Find Little Joe?

No.

That boy.

He knows we've got
that branding to do

in the crest section.

Well, he should be riding in
pretty soon, I guess.

He was with Kyle
again today.

I told him he could go.

What is it, Adam?

I met two gentlemen today.

A Mr. Regis and
a Mr. Gorman.

We had a toast together.
Yes?

You sweep better things
off the streets.

But they also happen to be
friends of Mr. Fred Kyle.

What's on your mind?

Kyle didn't meet Little Joe
by accident.

He was asking for him the minute
he got off that stage.

Who told you that?

Tom Madigan
at the International House.

Mr. Hennessy,
you sure you won't have a drink?

I, uh, don't
drink, Mr. Kyle.

Well, it's a pity.

It's one of the few indulgences
a man has left.

What did you want to
see me about, Mr. Kyle?

Well, I'm prepared
to offer you a firm contract.

I want to buy all the silver
your mine produces.

I already have a contract

with my brokers in
San Francisco.

I know. But I'm willing
to pay you a third more.

I said I had a
contract, Mr. Kyle.

Say, Mr. Hennessy, aren't you
passing up a pretty good deal?

I think you'd best keep
out of this, Little Joe.

Oh, Mr. Kyle's a friend of mine.

You didn't even hear him out.

Forget it, son.
I don't want
to forget it.

What's the matter
with the offer?

The man who's
making it.

I've heard of you, Kyle.

I understand you have
pronounced Southern sympathies.

Well, my sympathies lie
entirely in the other direction.

Good day, sir.

What did he mean
bringing politics into this?

I thought it was
a straight business deal.

And so it is.

We'll forget about him.

Well, Little Joe, today
just about did it.

Most of the mine
owners I'm after

have been invited to
next week's meeting.

I'm very grateful to
you for your help.

All I did was
make introductions.

Which was plenty.

Out here, it pays to have
a Cartwright on your side.

How do you mean?

Well, when I knew I was coming
out here, I'd heard, of course,

of the Cartwright family
of the Ponderosa.

So, I-I checked to see
if it was the same family.

The same family?
Mm-hmm.

I knew your mother, Little Joe.

Back in New Orleans.

A long time ago.

She was a very beautiful,

a very gracious woman.

In many ways,
you're much like her.

So, I thought, perhaps,
you'd like to have this.

Where did you get it?

Doesn't matter.

I've had it many, many years.

She was a very beautiful woman,
your mother.

She was.

Oh, well, thank you
for giving me this.

Nothing at all, son.

Tomorrow morning,
bright and early, we'll, uh,

we'll get back to the rest
of the names on that list.

Sure, Little Joe. Sure.

Thanks again.

And don't worry any
about Mr. Hennessy.

I think
he'll come around.

I think he will.

So long, Mr. Kyle.

Hello, Tom.
Evening, Ben.

Say, I was glad to hear your
wife is feeling so much better.

I'm looking for Mr. Kyle.

I'm afraid he's not in his room.

You're a friend of Mr. Kyle's?

Well, uh, I know him.

I see.

Well, then,
we have that in common.

My name is Lily Van Cleet.

Well, my name is
Ben Cartwright.

I believe you must be a
stranger of Virginia City.

Oh, just passing through.

Are you a friend
of Frederick Kyle's?

Why?

Well,
he's a very interesting man.

I'd like to know more about him.

Well, then
I suggest you ask him.

Yes, I suppose I should.

You must be tired
after your journey.

May I offer you
some refreshment?

Thank you.

You say you're just
passing through.

I'm going to California.

The West is such
a wonderful land.

Well, it used to be.

Used to be?

All of the trouble back
east, it's seeping west.

It doesn't belong out here.

Hate and misunderstanding
have no place anywhere,

Mr. Cartwright.

Oh, uh, coffee?

Please.

Two coffees, please.

Well, I-I hope things will be
different out in California

for you and your husband.

You are married,
aren't you?

Well, I-I was once.

And you?

Yes. I-I have a ranch.

I live there with
my three boys.

Three sons.

How wonderful.

What are their names?

Well, the oldest is Adam.

The, uh, middle boy,
we call him Hoss.

Well, if you'd see him,
you'd know exactly why.

He's a pretty big fella.

(chuckling)
Thank you.

And, uh, the youngest...

the youngest and most
impressionable...

we call him Little Joe.

I named my son Joseph, too.

Well, if he favors you, ma'am,
he's a fine-looking boy.

It's past tense now,
Mr. Cartwright.

Pardon, ma'am?

Joseph is dead.

I'm sorry.

What is happening
in Virginia City

happened in the east
over a year ago.

Joseph and his father
were accidentally embroiled

in a street fight.

I lost them both that night.

You are a very fortunate man,
Mr. Cartwright.

Be thankful for that.

Hello, Fred.

I told Mr. Cartwright
we were friends.

I was just passing through

and decided to stop over
and say hello.

Mr. Cartwright.

Mrs. Van Cleet.

Kyle.

I'd like to talk to you
for a moment please.

Wait please.

When you came
into town,

you were looking for
my son Joseph.

Why?

I had a photograph
of his mother.

I thought he'd
like to have it.

Where did you get it?

I knew his mother.

You don't believe me,
Mr. Cartwright?

She's gone now, so that
doesn't matter anymore.

But my sons do.

Now I don't know what your
intentions are, Mr. Kyle,

nor what you're seeking to
achieve here in Virginia City,

but don't try
to see Little Joe again.

"Blind with thine hair
the eyes of day..."

"Kiss her until she
be wearied out

"Then wander o'er city

and sea, and land."

See? I still remember Shelley.

I should.

You read him to
me often enough.

You know, a
few more years

and you might have made
a literate man out of me.

Speaking of years,

this is a sort of a special one
for us.

A man who can remember Shelley

surely can remember
his 20th wedding anniversary.

I do.

I do remember.

20 years.

20 years.

And you introduced yourself
to Cartwright as a friend.

Whatever it is you're here for,
Frederick,

I didn't want to spoil it.

There's nothing you can do
to spoil it.

The daughter of a Northern
senator meets a lot of people.

I don't think the cause
of a Southern sympathizer

would be enhanced

in case someone were to find out
I was his wife.

Have you changed that much,
Lily?

That you could be interested

in the cause
of a Southern sympathizer?

I still believe what I have
always been taught to believe.

No, Frederick,
my beliefs haven't changed.

Neither has
my love for you.

I was hoping that after...

whatever it is you must do here,

we could go to California
together.

Oh, we could be happy there.

It's a new land.

I heard that the day
I arrived in Virginia City.

But now I mean to take it

into the camp
of the Confederacy.

Oh, Fred.

What fools we are.

Our son loses his life,
you lose an arm.

Then we lose
each other.

Why?

Why?!

Our boy did not
lose his life.

They took it.

He was murdered.

Murdered by a group
of those self-righteous

Northern hypocrites that your
father so skillfully represents.

There were secessionists
in that group that night, too.

We don't know which side
it was that killed him.

I guess we all had a part
in killing him.

Fred, this may be
our last chance.

You said that you believed

what you were always
taught to believe.

Well, that's true
with most of us.

A man does what he has to do.

And you used to quote
another part of Shelley.

"A glorious people
vibrated again

The lightning of the nations."

The day that all this is over,

I shall come to you.

You're forgetting
something, Mr. Hennessy.

You don't drink.

I been waiting
for you, Kyle.

You have?

Why?

I know why you've come
to Virginia City.

A number of the other mine
owners have told me

about your purpose here.

And what is my purpose,
as you put it?

To force the silver mines

into financing the rebellious
cause of the South.

Yes.

Yes, that is my purpose.

Well, you won't
get away with it.

You think you can stop me,
little man?

I'm gonna leave for Washington
in the morning,

warn the proper authorities
about what you're doing.

Don't you try it, little man!

I'm warning you.

Don't you try it.

Regis.

Yes, Mr. Kyle?
Have a drink.

Bartender.

Hey, Regis,

the stage is about ready
to leave.

I figured it's gettin'
to be about that time.

Fellow over there,

the one
in the gray hat,

is about as Yankee
as a man can get.

Only good Yankee
is a dead Yankee.

You know, I think
that stage

is gonna run into a
barrel of bad luck.

Hyah! Hah! Huh!

Hyah! Hyah!

(crashing)

(woman and man screaming)

(neighs quietly)

My foreman found the bodies
just before dark.

Since... since you and the lady
were acquainted,

I thought you'd want to know.

How did it happen?

Someone placed a boulder
on a blind curb--

the driver didn't have a
chance to stop the stage

from going over
the cliff.

Who did it?

Must have been
two of them.

There were footprints
all around.

Kyle...

Who was she?

You must've known her
pretty well.

Why don't you tell us
who she was?

What are you hiding, Mr. Kyle?

I am not trying
to hide anything.

She was a person I once knew.

You believe that, don't you?

I don't believe you, Kyle.

Who are you

and what do you really want here
in Virginia City?

Look, what's got into you, Adam?

You have not right
to question Mr. Kyle like that.

Haven't I?

Well, he's got you pretty
well fooled, hasn't he?

Fooled about what?

He hasn't got me fooled
about anything.

Tell him, Kyle!
Tell him the truth!

Stop it! Stop it!

What's the matter with you?

What are we doing?

Shouting over the dead,
fighting like animals.

Come on, both of you.

I'm sorry, Kyle.

I...

We shouldn't have
behaved this way.

I told you, Ben.

She was a person
I once knew.

Give us two more.

Well, evening,
Mr. Kyle.

I suppose you heard
about the accident--

that Yankee leaving on
the morning stage.

I heard.

Well, then maybe, you'd be
pleasured to buy us a drink.

Put your guns
on the bar.

In the back room.

(lock clicks)

(glass shattering)

(groans)

(groaning)

Now, Mr. Kyle,
there are definite signs

this was a planned crash
all right.

But what made you think
those men were the murderers?

Well, Mr. Kyle?

I think we can answer that,
Sheriff.

Hoss and I just checked up
on the road.

That slide was done
deliberate.

We found the pick they used

to pry the boulder off
on to the road with.

It's got Gorman's initials
burned there in the handle.

Well, that proves those
two men are guilty.

But Mr. Kyle never
answered the question.

How did he know
those men are guilty?

Now, what difference
does it make,

as long as they're the men
that did it?

But it does make a difference,
doesn't it, Mr. Kyle?

What were those
men guilty of,

murder or just acting
on your instructions?

Oh, that's ridiculous.

What reason would he have
to do a thing like this?

Well, maybe I can
give you a clue.

Which one did you
want killed, Kyle,

the man or the woman?

Look, Adam, you've been riding
Mr. Kyle ever since you met him.

Now, stay out of it.

Brother against brother?

How dare you, either of you.

Pa?

Pa.

Oh.

Little Joe came in
about 20 minutes ago.

The maverick
finally got home, did he?

Well, right now,
the three of you

are going to have
a talking to.

Put an end to this nonsense
once and for all.

Little Joe?
Pa.

Little Joe,
come in here.
Pa.

Pa, he came, but he didn't stay.

What do you mean,
he didn't stay?

He just came to pick up
a few things, Pa.

He's going to stay
in town for a while.

Why didn't you stop him?

I plan to.

Pa, Adam says
he's gonna go, too.

Adam!

Adam,
wait a minute.

Now...

now, Adam,
before you...

This political trouble,
it's a madness, Pa.

Suddenly something screams
at you inside

and you find yourself saying
things you don't mean--

things you don't even believe.

Tell Little Joe I wanted him
to know that.

Try to make him
understand.

These things that are packed
here, what's this for?

Where do you think
you're going?

New England ought to be mighty
pretty this time of the year.

I think I'd like
to see it again.

Now, Adam, you
can't be serious.

Use your head.

Oh, Adam,
come on.

Hoss, things can't be the same
between us anymore.

What are you talking about?
What can't be the same?

Why can't it be...
It just can't, Pa!

(door opens)
Adam!

Adam!

Adam!

There's no other way,
Pa, can't you see?

No, I can't see.

I'm not gonna stand by
and watch my family flake away

like rust off a wheel.

Oh, use your head, Pa,
not your heart.

Can't you see the damage
is already done.

It's gotta be
Little Joe or me.

And he needs you more
than I do.

Adam.

I don't want you to go.

You think it's what I want, Pa?

Or even what Little Joe wants?

This thing has gone so far now
there's just no stopping it.

You can't have two
different points of view

in the same house, Pa.
It just won't work

and that's all
there is to it!

Adam, please.
Oh, Pa, leave me alone,
will ya?

(horse whinnying)

Pa, that newspaper
you was reading

the other day
in the saloon

about what Mr.
Lincoln said

about a house divided
can't stand.

I reckon he was talkin'
about folks like us.

No.

Not us, Hoss.

Not us.

Since I have already met

and talked with most of you
gentlemen,

the main purpose
of this meeting

is to iron out
any further questions

that might have occurred to you.

You've guaranteed to pay us
well above the price

we're getting in San Francisco
for our silver ore.

KYLE:
That's right.

How do you expect
to do this, sir?

Those I represent
need hard money--

gold or silver.

So to get
it, they're willing to pay more

in drafts of trade.

Drafts of trade,
for what, Mr. Kyle?

Easily marketable items--

such as cotton, tobacco...

Gentlemen, I'd like to talk
to Mr. Kyle in private.

Will you excuse us?

I asked if you will
excuse us.

I have something important
to discuss with Mr. Kyle.

MAN:
It's not very ethical.

Why should we
be going...

(overlapping grumbling)

I suppose you'd like me
to go, too, huh, Pa?

You're a man now.

After you hear what I have
to say you can do as you wish.

Mr. Kyle, this, uh...

this scheme of yours with the
mine owners, how does it work?

The silver bullion

and the letters of trade,
which you give in return,

are channeled through
some foreign country,

and the bullion ends up
creating a war chest

for the Confederacy.

Isn't that it?

You're a very astute
man, Mr. Cartwright.

A very astute man.

No. Just a father.

Something which probably isn't
very important to you.

Allow me to decide
for myself

what is
important to me.

You're a man of purpose,
aren't you, Mr. Kyle?

Everything
for what you believe.

Is that so bad?

Or don't you believe
in anything?

I believe in my sons.

Today I lost
two of them.

I should think you'd
know better than
anyone else alive

how much that hurts.

Me? Why me?

That woman.

That woman, Kyle,
who was she?

You leave her
out of it.

Can you?

That night in my front yard

when you were looking
at what remained of her,

I could feel the pain
in the air.

You loved her, didn't you?

You loved her and you were
willing to let her go

without so much
as a good-bye.

I don't want to kill you,
Cartwright,

but I could change
my mind.

Who was she, Kyle?

Every man has something
he'll live for and die for.

I want to find out
what it is with you.

How far will you go?

How much are you willing
to sacrifice, Kyle?

Cartwright, I'm warning you.

You let me alone.

I talked to that woman.

I saw the way she looked at you.

I saw the way she held your arm

as you walked up
the hotel stairs.

And then later I saw the way
you were holding her cape.

The cape that only
a few hours before

had warmed her flesh.
Stop it, Ben!

You hear me? Stop it!

Was she nothing more than
the party girl from Carson City?

It isn't fair, Ben.

You're not fair.

You said that you...
you wouldn't take sides,

that this wasn't your fight.

You made it my fight, Kyle.

She was your wife,

wasn't she?

Yes.

Yes, she was my wife.

First your son,

then your wife.

Nothing must interfere
with your mission.

Nothing. Nothing.

I will stop at nothing to ensure
the success of my cause.

Yes, I believe that.

You will see.

This is only the beginning.

No sacrifice will be too great.

There'll be countless others,
men like myself,

and worse--
brother against brother.

Father against son.

And when it's over,

what a waste
it will all have been.

What a useless,
damnable waste.

I'm sorry, Pa.

Brother against brother,
father against son.

You really think
it'll come to that?

I don't know.

I do know that a tree
has many roots

and they run
in many directions--

but it has only
one taproot.

This is where yours is.

I think I know that now.

(whinnying)

(whinnying)

I thought you'd be
a lot farther along

than this by now, Adam.

Don't worry,
I'll get there.

Well, maybe you will,
maybe you won't.

First I think we ought
to get something settled.

Now, just-just
hear me out.

Just sit
and listen to me.

Now, as long I can remember,
you, uh...

you always stayed up later
than we did 'cause you were...

well, you were older
than we were.

You always helped Pa settle
the problems of the Ponderosa

'cause you were grown up.

Well, that just isn't
gonna set with me anymore.

Not-not if Hoss and I have
to run the ranch by ourselves.

That lake sure gets under
your skin, don't it?

It sure does.

Let's go home.

(horse whinnying)

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