All language subtitles for Bonanza.S03E16.DVDRiP.XViD-NODLABS_prob3

Stand still, you hear?

Just because you happen
to be the prettiest thing

this side of a red wagon
don't mean

you can put on airs with me.

No, sir.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're still just
a bushy-tailed range pony,

and don't you forget it.

How's it going, big brother?
Hi, short shanks.

If I was any better,
I'd think I was a frame-up.

Short shanks, huh? You better
watch what you call me,

I'll jump up on a stump
and punch you in the knee.

This is about
the flossiest-looking

crow bait I ever did see.

Yeah, sure she is.

That's why you'd just give

your right arm for her,
that's all.

Well, I don't know
about my right arm.

I might give her a nice stall
in the back of the barn

if she didn't have enough sense
to get in out of the rain.

She's too pretty
for a range horse.

What are you gonna do with her?

Oh, I thought I might...

I might make a gift out of her.

A gift?
Yep.

After you hand-fed and raised
this filly from a colt,

you're just gonna give her away?

Must be a pretty
important reason.

Well, yep.

I sort of thought I might, uh,

might make an engagement present
out of her.

Oh, yeah? Who's getting married.

Me and Margie Owens.

I hope.

Hey now, now look,
you're not spoofing me, are you?

I don't think so, Joe.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean,
"wait a minute"?

If this is the real huckleberry,
it's the greatest news ever.

It's the real huckleberry.

Oh, Hoss,
I don't know what to say.

You better grab
a hold of the halter

on that filly
'cause I'm gonna yell.

No, Joe, wait a minute, no, no.
Yahoo!

Hey, hey, what did Pa say?
Joe, wait a minute.

Well, I ain't had a ch...
You haven't tol... come on!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hey, Pa, Adam, close the windows
and bar the doors.

I got the greatest news
since Kelsey's hog found gold.

What's all the fuss about?

Sounded like you got
your foot caught in a bear trap.

Yeah, well, wait till you hear
this.

All right, brace yourselves;
go ahead and tell them.

Well, come on, tell them.

Aw, dad-burnit, Pa,
Little Joe's always too quick...

All right,
I'll tell them myself.

Hoss is gonna get married.

It's too late in the day
for this sort of nonsense.

Now, wait a minute, Pa,
this isn't nonsense.

Now, Hoss is gonna get married.

He's gonna marry Margie Owens.

Now look, Margie Owens
is a very nice girl,

and I won't have you joking
about her this way.

Pa, I'd be the last person

in the world to
joke about Margie.

The fact is,
it's truer than true.

I do want to marry Margie,
but...

But dad-burnit, Little Joe
is always jumping off...

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait.

You mean it.

Yes, sir.

You mean that you-you-you...
you really mean it.

You really want to get married;
you're gonna get married.

Well, that's wonderful.

That's absolutely wonderful.

I didn't think you had
that much sense in you.

That's wonderful.

Well, you're the luckiest guy
in the world.

She's much too good for you.

Now, wait a minute, wait
a minute, listen to me a minute.

It's a fact I want
to marry Margie.

But that don't mean
she wants to marry me.

Well, what does it mean?

Well...

I ain't even asked her yet.

She loves you, doesn't she?

Yeah, I think...
Well?

So what's wrong?
What are you worried about?

Now that ain't
necessarily so, Joe.

I ain't such
an all-fired bargain.

Oh, come on, come on.

Well, it don't make
no difference.

I ain't gonna take no chances.

Gonna take plenty of time,
and then I'm gonna ask her.

You know th-that, uh,
level piece of ground

right near Rocking Chair Butte?

That'd be a perfect place
for the house, wouldn't it?

Just right; they got the whole
valley to look at. Yeah.

Hey, hey, and there's a lot
of sweet water up there, too.

Hey, hey, what are you three
talking about?

Planning a house
for you and Margie.

Come on, let's take
a look at the map.

There must be about
5,000 acres there. Oh, yeah.

Dad-burnit, I...

I nearly forgot,
I got run an errand, Margie.

I-I promised Pa
I'd pick up a saddle.

It won't take me a minute;
hope you don't mind.

Of course.

It's all right.

I don't mind at all.

Take your time.

Is something wrong, Hoss?

Oh, no.

Everything's just-just fine,
Margie.

Just fine.

So anyway,
I rode back over the hill,

and I came back in that
little draw from the other side,

and there was
that old, big mama bear

and them two little cubs
as pretty as you please.

Want some more potatoes, Hoss?

Yeah, one spoon.

Eh...

What did Hennesy say
about those window frames?

Oh, he-he said
we could have them

if there wasn't any hurry.

I told him
there didn't seem to be any.

Window frames? For what?

For a house we're going to build
near Rocking Chair Butte,

remember?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, not that we want to
hurry you or anything like that,

Oh, no, that'd be
the last thing you want to do.

But we do think you're
being lazy, shiftless,

selfish, and downright cowardly
about the matter.

I'm lazy, shiftless,

selfish, and a dirty coward.

And on top of all that,
I'm scared, Pa.

Look, Hoss,

we're gonna have a party.

Food and dancing,
Saturday the tenth.

All our friends and neighbors
right here on the Ponderosa.

Now, I'd like to make
the announcement then.

Well, that gives you
ten full days to do your part.

Yeah, but, Pa,
what if I'm still scared?

Well, I'll ask her.

Pa, I-I don't think
she'd marry you.

I mean...

You big ox.

Oh, isn't it lovely?

Oh, look at it, Hoss.

About the prettiest thing
I ever saw.

The way the trees
frame the view, it's...

well, it's like an artist
had set them there.

As if each one were
something very special.

Hoss, are you in love with me?

Really and truly in love?

Why...

I was gonna
sort of sneak up on it.

I was gonna tell you that I...

I love you so much,
I can't hardly stand it.

Then I was... I was gonna
ask you to be my wife.

And I still am gonna work up
enough courage.

Hoss...
Then, this view here.

I was gonna ask you if...

Maybe you'd like a house
right here on this very spot?

Wait.

Pa and Adam done...

They done bought
the window frames for it.

Listen...

I'm sorry, Margie,

I-I guess I got sort
of carried away with myself.

I ain't even asked
the main question yet, have I?

Hoss Cartwright,
if you'd stop talking so much,

well, maybe I could get
a word in edgewise.

All right,

as long as that word ain't "no."

Well,

any normal, practical girl

could think
of nothing nicer than...

than a husband like you
and a house right here.

But...

But-but what, Margie?

Well, I've lived
around here all my life,

and I've known you
for years and years.

And I know what
it would be like.

But...

Well, I want to see
the world far away from here.

All the wonderful,
romantic places

I-I've only read about.

Don't you understand, Hoss?

Oh, yeah, Margie, I understand.

All girls like to do
that sort of thing.

I tell you what,

I'll take you to San Francisco

on our honeymoon.
San Francisco?

Hoss, I'm talking
about the whole, wide world,

and you offer San Francisco.

Well, Margie,
the whole world can wait.

We're young;
there's plenty of time.

Who says we won't see the world?

Do you think so, Hoss?

Really and truly?

Absolutely.

That is, unless you're too busy
taking care of the kids.

Oh, Hoss.

I tell you what,

Pa's gonna have
a party Saturday night.

We'll announce it then.

Well, I don't know, the...

That's so soon.

And we haven't talked
to Papa yet.

All right.

I'll come calling
tomorrow night.

And you tell your pa that I'll
be asking that certain question.

Margie?

Yes, Hoss?

You reckon...

Well, what I mean is...

Is that what you were asking?

Yes, ma'am.

It sure was.

Woo.

Whoa, whoa.

Dad-g u m m it.

How come you're
so all-fired spooked?

It's me that's got
to go in there

and talk to the man not you.

I ain't spooked.

A little palsied.

Why, good evening,
Mr. Cartwright.

It's so nice of you to call.

Margie, tonight was the night,
wasn't it?

I-I was supposed
to come call tonight.

You talked to your pa,
didn't you?

Won't you come into the sitting
room, Mr. Cartwright,

and meet our other guest?

Huh?

Margie, Margie,
did you talk to your pa?

Oh, why,
that's perfectly sweet of you.

Thank you.

Now may I take your hat?

Dad-gummit, I guess...
I guess I left it in the buggy.

Margie, you got me
so danged mixed up.

This is Mr. Mark Connors.
Mr. Cartwright.

Mr. Cartwright, a great pleasure
to meet you, sir.

How are you, sir?
Mr. Owens.

Good evening, Hoss.

Oh, and sit down.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Connors came to discuss
mining properties with Papa.

He was telling us about
his adventures in Africa, and...

and all over the world.

Do go on, Mr. Connors.

Oh, I'm sure that
Mr. Cartwright would be bored.

I know that he's got many more
interesting things to relate.

Nah, there ain't much
ever happens around here.

Not like in Africa.

You go on, Mr. Connors.

Mr. Connors was telling us

about a trip he made
to the island of Zanzibar.

It is exciting, isn't it, Papa?

Yes, as-as Mr. Owens
just said, I was, um...

I was telling him
about Zanzibar.

Now, there's a name
to conjure with, Mr. Cartwright.

Zanzibar.

Island of spices.

Any offshore breeze

carries the scent of the cloves
many, many miles out to sea.

Yet, with this exotic aroma,

there exists another one
far less bewitching.

I ask you to believe that,

oh, not more than a quarter
of a mile from

palaces of unbelievable luxury,

there exist stockades

where men, women and children
are caged like animals.

Blackamoors, yes,

captured in the deep jungles
of darkest Africa,

but human, nonetheless,

and capable as you and I are,

of pain and misery
and heartache.

If it isn't the well-traveled
Mr. Connors.

Kathy, what the devil
are you doing here?!

Obviously waiting for you, Mark.

I told you
to wait in San Francisco.

"I told you to wait
in San Francisco."

The last time you told me
to wait in St. Louis,

I waited three years.

Look here, you take this bag
and get back to Frisco!

Just like that, huh?

Just crawl off
in a hole somewhere

until the big promoter
decides to whistle.

Well, I'm not going!

Now, now... now, listen to me,
Kathy, my darling.

Look, I'm involved in
a very important business deal.

Now, if you've come here
to cause trouble,

you're going to ruin the...

Trouble, Mark?

When you're trying
to make money for us?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I might have known. Yeah.

You could have written,
you know.

I would have sent the money
to you.

There was no need
to come all the way up here.

Thank you, Mark.

I can use this.

You've taught me
very expensive tastes.

This isn't why

I rode that dirty, backbreaking
stage all the way up here.

Oh, no?

Then, uh, why?

I just don't trust you.

This little business deal
you're involved in--

What's Miss Plain Jane Owens
got to do with it?

Oh, that. Oh, nothing.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Incidentally, how long
have you been in town, huh?

Only since this afternoon.

Oh.

But this is a very small place,
Mark.

It has the usual gossips.

It just took me about one hour

to find out all about you
and Miss Owens.

Oh, now, listen to me, Kathy.

Miss Owens is an only child,

and the apple
of her father's rich heart.

And she's got a great influence
on him.

And you have
a great influence on her.

Exactly. So, you see,

you mustn't interfere now,
Kathy.

Remember, under our agreement,

you stand to gain
just as much as I do, huh?

All right, Mark.

Oh.

I will go, and I will wait,
but not for long.

Because, remember,
under our agreement,

if I wanted to, I could blow
your little scheme sky high.

Oh, my sweet,

my dear, sweet,
cynical little Kathy.

Isn't there anyone in this whole
wide world that you trust, huh?

Not in your world.

Mr. Owens, may I tell you,

your daughter is as light
as a feather.

Dancing with her
is sheer delight.

Her ma was like that, too.

Mr. Cartwright,
I want to thank you.

Your uninvited guest
is having the time of his life.

Oh, Mr. Connors,
you're more than welcome.

Everyone within the sound of
music is welcome at this party.

Gracious of you, sir. Gracious.

You got a minute
for an old friend, Miss Owens?

Of course, old friend.

Keep 'em closed tight.

Put your hands on 'em.
I don't trust you.

Okay, come on.

Hmm.

Keep 'em tight.

Don't you peek.

Okay, come around this way.

Now open your eyes.

Oh.

Ooh, great day in the morning,
would you look at this!

Hoss, she's... she's beautiful!

Oh, where in the world did...?

Hoss, is this June Bug?

That scrawny little thing
you picked up on the range?

That's her.

Oh, she's grown into a beauty.

Where you been keeping her?

Oh, out of sight.

I was saving her, I guess.

Saving her for what?

Well, if I had her,

I'd parade her
every chance I got.

Well, I... I reckon
I was saving her

for a present all along,
just didn't know it.

Hmm? A present.

Well, I couldn't think
of a better one.

Hey, who are you going
to give her to?

Oh, I was kind of
figuring on...

making her a... an engagement
present to you, Margie.

Oh, Hoss, I---...

I'm sorry.

I don't know
where my mind was. I...

I just didn't think.

It's all right.

I was kind of hoping that...

well, that we could make
the announcement tonight.

And I didn't speak
to Papa, did I?

That's my job, but dad-burnit,

I... I couldn't get a word in
edgewise the other night.

Oh. I am a foolish,
mixed-up girl,

and I'm hurting you.

Oh, you're not.

Margie, you just still got
some of those funny notions

about a big, wide, wide world
out there or something.

It's so hard for me
to make up my mind.

Well,

old Juney here is yours anyhow.

And I'll talk
to your papa tonight

if I have to hogtie him.

Go on. I'll be in in a minute.

Good cigar you got there, Owens.

Got a nice, rich smell.

What do you want, Gilbert?

I want my money back from that
little deal we had together.

That business deal failed.
We both lost money.

You can afford
to lose money, but I can't.

Seems to me if you could
include me in another deal...

If this is blackmail, I...

A little trouble, Mr. Owens?

Stay out of this, dude.

Thank you, Mark.

I think Mr. Gilbert has said
all he's going to say.

Hey, what happened?

I'm-I'm terribly sorry,
Mr. Cartwright.

This is a devil of a way
for a guest to act.

Oh, how'd it get started?

Well, uh, Gilbert there
threatened me,

and when Connors came
on the scene,

Gilbert attacked him.

It'll be all right,
though, Margie. I...

Miss Owens, uh...

He'd been drinking, I expect.

Uh, perhaps we should go,
Mr. Owens,

before this gentlemen wakes up

and causes us
some more trouble, hmm?

Oh, yes, of course.
Matter of fact, Margie,

I was looking for you
when this happened.

Come along, my dear.

Hey, M-Mr. Owens,
there was something

I wanted to talk to you about.

Yeah, but not tonight, Hoss.
We really must be going.

Margie?

I'm sorry, Hoss.
Good night.

Good night.

I wish he'd have hit you
even harder.

You been waiting long?

Oh, some.

Your note said 1:00.

How was Mr. Gilbert
after we left?

He's all right.

I think his head was hurting
more from the liquor

than it was the fight.

However, that Connors throws
a pretty good punch.

Hoss, please forgive me.

After making you wait so long,

I'm going to say no,
I can't marry you.

But Margie, I...

I thought it was all set.

I thought all I had to do
was talk to your Pa.

I'm going to be married
to someone else in a month.

Someone else?

It's the first I knew

that you had anybody else
in mind.

Well,

I didn't
until a few days ago. I...

Oh, Hoss, I'm sorry.

I-I don't want to hurt you.

Please forgive me.

Listen, Hoss.

What's there to listen to?

Well, I had a speech,

but now I don't know
what to say.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Margie.

I hope you'll be very happy.

You and...

Who is it, anyhow?

Mark Connors.

Should have known.

Him and...

...all his talk about Zanzibar

and them-them foreign places.

Well, that's just it, Hoss.

We're gonna do all sorts
of wonderful things together.

We're gonna travel
all over the whole, wide world.

The whole world, huh?

Best of luck, Margie.

Hoss,

I'm sorry I can't be
what you want me to be.

I-I'll return June Bug.

Well,

I don't reckon Juney
would be much good

at traveling around the world.

Bye, Margie.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

You make sure
to eat every bit of that.

I don't want Hoss to come back
and find you all spindly.

Hey, Joe, did you turn
that team of bays

out of the corral?
Adam said that...

I got to thinking about Hoss.

Kind of helps to come out here
and see the filly.

Yeah.

I come out here, too.

So does Adam.

The three of us are gonna feed
that filly to death.

Look, Pa, I think I ought
to go after him.

He's been gone
for almost a month now.

Well, Joe, you know,

you could help him mend
a broken leg

or a broken arm, but...

a broken heart
he has to mend by himself.

He'll be back when he's ready.

What about the wedding Sunday?

Are we going?

Well, George Owens
has been a neighbor

for a good many years.

Margie's been almost part
of the family

more than a neighbor.

I think we should go
to the wedding.

I guess you're right.

George.

Ben.

It's a proud day in your life.

Proud as can be.

I've got a fine daughter
in Margie,

if I do say so myself.
Yes, you have.

And I'm getting
a fine son-in-law, too.

Been all the way
around the world, Mark has.

Knows things
you wouldn't believe.

Time you went in, George.

Your daughter's waiting for you.

Yes.

Ben, is Hoss coming
to the wedding?

Marge asked.

I'm afraid not, George.

I-I haven't heard from him
or seen him

for about a month.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Pa.

Reckon we might as well
go on inside.

I've come a long way
to see Margie get married.

I don't want to miss it.

I take Mark Connors
to my wedded husband,

and plight my troth,
till death do us part.

Whom God hath joined together,

let no man put asunder.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

You're the prettiest girl
in the whole world, Margie.

You look fine.

You look happy.

I hope it's that way
for you always.

Thank you, Hoss.

Kiss the bride?

Please.

Mr. Connors,

you've got the finest girl
in the whole world.

Congratulations.

Why, thank you, Mr. Cartwright.

♪♪

Hoss?

Yeah, Pa?

Margie's father's in the house.

Wants to see you.

Seems to be rather important.

It's her marriage, Hoss.

I'm afraid Margie's made
a terrible mistake,

and I am to blame for having
encouraged her to marry him.

She need help?

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

You don't know?

Well, ain't you wrote to her?

Ain't she wrote to you?

Yes, we corresponded at first.

There was nothing
in her letters to indicate

there was any real trouble.

Of course, she was disappointed
that their round-the-world trip

was continually postponed,

but she was still
looking forward to it.

Then I began to hear just
from Connors.

And?

It followed a pattern.

He kept asking for more money

in addition
to the substantial sum

I'd given them
as a wedding present.

That don't sound like Margie.

As I say,
the letters were from Connors.

I finally wrote Margie,
protesting their extrav...

extravagant...
Mr. Owens.

Here, sit down here.

You-you all right, Mr. Owens?

It's-it's nothing, Hoss.

I-I'll be all right.
Wait a minute.

Here, drink this.

Thanks.

These Ia... last few months,
my worrying over Margie.

Mr. Owens, you just rest;
take it easy.

Some time ago,

Margie finally wrote me.

She told me she just learned

that Connors had been
bilking me out of money

and asked me not
to send him any more.

She said
she was leaving Connors.

I was not to try to find her.

She was ashamed and humiliated.

There was another woman.

Where was she at that time?

In San Francisco.

I answered immediately
and begged her to come home,

but there was no reply.

You want me to try?

I'd go myself, Hoss,

but the doctor says
my heart won't stand it.

If Margie's in real trouble,

she'll need strength,
not weakness.

What was her last address?

Didn't leave an address?

It's a saloon on Custer Street.

The woman said she worked there.

I heard Margie call her Kathy.

Thank you, ma'am, I'll find her.

What'll it be, friend?

I'm looking
for a woman named Kathy.

Does she work here?

A woman named Kathy owns
half this place.

What do you want her for?

I need to ask her
some questions.

Ask away, big man.

Howdy, ma'am.

Are you Kathy?

I'm Kathy.

What can I do for you?

Ma'am, I'm-I'm looking
for Margie.

Connors.

What makes you think
that I can help you?

I think you can.

Now then, who are you

and why are you looking
for Margie?

My name is Cartwright.

Most folks call me Hoss.

I'm a good friend of Margie's
and her father's.

Her father sent me here
to find her.

The rich Mr. Owens.

Did he send any money?

Nope, just me.

That's too bad.

Margie could better use money
in her condition.

What condition?

She's gonna have a baby.

Is she all right?

She's as well
as any woman could be,

having a baby
by a man like Mark Connors.

Where is she?

I-I want to see her.

What do you plan to do?

I'm gonna take her home
where she belongs.

Well, home is where she belongs.

All right,
my big friend,

I'm gonna trust you.

I don't know why,
since you're a man.

She's at the district hospital.

Now, here's how you get there.

The doctor will be right out,
Mr. Cartwright.

Please be seated.
Thank you, ma'am.

This your first?
Aye?

This your first? Baby, I mean.

My fourth.

All girls up to now,

but I'm sure it's gonna be
a boy this time.

Told my wife...
Doc, are you Dr. Duffy?

You must be Mr. Cartwright.

Yes, sir, how is she?
Margie, I mean.

Can I see her? Yes, of course,
but I can't understand

why some member of her family
hasn't contacted her.

Doc, nobody can find her.

I don't reckon she wanted
anybody to see her or something.

Well, frankly, she still
doesn't want to see anyone.

It's a very troublesome
attitude, Mr. Cartwright.

A very serious lack of spirit,

of hope, even of will to live.

You just let me see her.

She ain't got nothing
to worry about, Doc.

I hope so; her attitude
has me very worried.

Come on,
I'll take you to her room.

She needs to be
with someone she knows.

I hope you can help her.

Margie?

Margie.

It's me, Hoss.

Go away, please.

Go away.

I don't want you to look at me.

Margie,

you ain't got nothing
to worry about.

I come and take you home.

Hoss?

Oh, I've been such a fool.

Made such a mess.

Margie,
all that's done with now.

Like I said,
I come to take you home.

Dear Hoss.

I thought I didn't want
to see anyone anymore.

But now I'm glad you came.

Hoss?

Papa?

He'd have come hisself, but...

He's so dad-burn sick
with worry about you.

As soon as I get you back,
he'll be all right.

If anything happens, will you
make sure the baby gets to Papa?

You listen to me,

you and and me and that baby

are gonna go right back
to the Ponderosa,

and we're gonna build that house
just like we planned.

Margie, what's the matter?

It's just a pain.

Doc? Doc, come here.

They're coming.

Does it still hurt?

Oh, it's just a pain, Hoss.

All women have them
when they have babies.

It doesn't hurt so much now.

Margie, I promise you that...

as long as you live,
there ain't nothing else

gonna ever hurt you
in the whole, wide...

In the whole, wide world?

Hoss, wasn't I foolish

when I had it all right
in front of me?

All right, Mr. Cartwright.

You can go on back
to the waiting room.

I'll see you there.

I'll be waiting for you, Margie.

Then we'll go home.

Yes, Hoss.

Doc?

I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright.

Sorry?

I was afraid of it.

That lack of spirit,
the will to live just not there.

Please give my sincere regrets
to her family.

But the baby's a fine girl.

Healthy, pretty,
just like her mother.

She should be a comfort
to the family.

And I think in about ten days,
she'll be able to travel.

That should give you time
to get a nurse to help you.

In the meantime,

I can be reached right here
at the hospital

through the next ten days.

Good-bye, Mr. Cartwright.

I'm sorry to hear it,
Mr. Cartwright.

I tried to help her, but...

I couldn't help her want
to live.

I appreciate everything
you've done.

I need one more favor.

What is it?

I've got to have somebody
to help me take care of the baby

on the way back
to Virginia City.

Do you know anybody?

Yes, I think
I can find somebody for you.

Don't they think we ever close?

Hey there, Kathy.

Well, well, well,
Mr. Cartwright.

Aren't you a long way
from home, sir?

I told you I'd come
after you, Connors.

Oh, please, Mr. Cartwright,
don't be a hero.

In the first place,
I can outdraw you.

And the second reason, I imagine
you can feel in your back.

I thought you worked for me.

Only part-time, my dear Kathy.

The rest of the time for me.

He knows where
the money comes from.

And I imagine
you've been satisfied

with your share of it, too.

Neither one of you
are fit to live.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

I'm terribly sorry
that you're being unreasonable.

I had hoped that your obvious
feeling for my dead wife

would persuade you to act
as an emissary to her father

on behalf of my baby daughter,
of course.

Oh, yes, yes, I know.

John there
keeps me well informed

about everything that happens.

What are you gonna do, Mark?

What any loving father would do.

I'm going to claim my child.

Oh, no, you ain't.

Oh, no, you ain't.

Margie's baby's
going back with me.

Oh, don't be stupid, Cartwright.

Legally, the baby is mine.

Of course, I, um... I could
be tempted to change my mind,

now couldn't I?

Why don't you go back
to Mr. Owens and tell him

that I will relinquish
all rights to my daughter

for a price, huh?

Oh, Mark.

You don't miss a trick, do you?

Not if I can help it, no.

Uh, if you attempt
to go for your gun,

I'm afraid one of us is going
to have to kill you first.

In self-defense, of course.

That was a very
fine gesture, Mr. Cartwright,

but I fail to see what you're
going to accomplish by it.

I'm gonna kill you.

Uh-huh.

In view
of the present circumstances,

isn't that going
to be rather difficult, hm?

You're a miserable human being.

But they don't hang men
for that.

They do for shooting down
an unarmed man.

You ain't gonna pull
that trigger, Connors.

You ain't got
the guts to hang, Connors.

I'll take care of him.

You take Margie's baby home.

Did you just
turn June Bug loose?

Yep.

What's the idea?

You hand-raise her,
then you turn her loose

and let her go wild again?

She'll be happier
out there on the range.

I'll keep an eye on her,

and maybe one of these days,
she'll have a colt.

I can raise it
for Margie's little girl.