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Hello! Hello the house!

Suppose they are up yet, pa?

Well, let's go find out.

Somebody home?!

Boy: "..After the younger son, gatherin' all together,

"went abroad into a far country,

"and there wasted his substance by livin' reotously."

What was that word you just read?

"..Livin' reotously."

That's riotously.

What does that mean, grandpa?

Well, that means, er- oh,

That's just one of 'em fancy words, never mind.

"enjoying himself to one of the citizens of that country.

"and he sent him into his fields to feed swin?"

That's swine, like sunshine there, pig.

Oh..."swine."

"..And he would then have filled his belly with-"

Just a minute, woody. Oh, luke! Come on in.

Hi, mark.

Hi.

Hope we're not interruptin'.

No, it was recess time, anyway.

I was just teachin' woody a new word.

He said that word "swine".

That was a nice word for a pig,

Until they started callin' human beings swine.

Then they ruined the word,

As far as any decent pig was concerned.

Oh, I bet you came to get your riata.

By jove, if I ain't got it finished yet.

Give me that riata, will you?

Gradin' an' dryin' is an art, mr. Fogarty, I can wait.

How did you learn to make it, mr. Fogarty?

I learnt that when I was guardin general fremont up in idaho.

What happened, grandpa?

What happened? Well, you see, there was a mighty drought east,

Trip across this desert, an' we had to fight them oglala

And sioux war parties day after day.

It was terrible.

And then we come to this real deep canyon.

We had to get across, or die.

We didn't have any way to get across,

Except we'd saved back a few green hides.

An' when it comes to learning to braid raw hide,

Or lose your scalp, a man learns

To braid raw hide pretty fast, an' he never forgets it either.

You get over all right?

Well, I'm here, ain't I?

Still got my hair too.

Mr. Fogarty, we're going into town later.

Can we pick up any supplies for you?

Ah, no, thanks. Own my own supplies.

Always have, an' always will.

All right, maybe we'll see you later.

Yeah. I'll try and have your riata ready.

Hey, pa, according to my history book,

General fremont was never even in idaho.

Mark, a man as old as grandpa fogarty, you know,

Who's pioneered the country so much, well,

He tells a tall tale once in a while.

Chances are he's done a lot of brave things

He isn't even tellin' about.

Suppose that's why they keep on movin' around so much?

How do you mean?

Well, woody says that they hardly ever live in one place

More than a few months.

Mark, we get along fine with them,

Just mindin' our own business. Let's keep it that way, huh?

All right.

Good mornin'.

Bet you'd be a good pal, out on a trap line.

Are you all right?

Course I'm alright. Woody, you come on in here with me,

We gotta get you a new pair of breeches.

Throw you in a rag bag, first thing you know. Come on.

Okay, grandpa.

What can I do for you, mr. Fogarty?

A pair of breeches for the boy.

We don't see enough of you, woody.

When do you start school?

Oh, I'm not goin' to school, miss milly.

I keep pretty busy out at the place.

Well, a new pair of trousers for school, huh, woody?

Mr. Mccain, I mind my own business,

I expect my neighbors to do the same.

Simmer down, mr. Fogarty, school is everybody's business.

How much do I owe you, girl?

That'll be 75 cents. Shall I put it on account?

You ain't gon' derail me with no charge account.

If I can't pay for it, I don' buy it!

Mind my own business, go as I please,

An' expect my neighbors to do the same. Come on, woody.

That ol' bronco is four square, an' hard as bedrock.

Just imagine, that poor little fella,

Never knowin' a mother's hand to tuck him in at night,

Seein' to his prayers.

I hope you know how fortunate you are, mark,

To have a proper education.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Poor little woody,

Completely ignorant of the finer things in life.

But he sure can read.

Why you should have heard him read to his pig

In the kitchen this mornin'.

His pig? In the kitchen?

Yes, ma'am. She's smart, that pig.

A pig in the house?

Oh, yeah. Woody is real smart for his age, though.

As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

Well, I-I better go pick up the mail. Excuse me, ma'am.

See you later, son.

Lucas, I have to talk to you

As a responsible member of this community.

How can we permit that child to be raised in a pigsty?

Now, wait a minute, mrs. Dalrymple,

You can see that woody is a fine boy.

But he's filthy, probably doesn't eat right.

And he has been missin' school.

Now, look, they haven't had a chance to settle down here, yo-

Lucas, you are the head of the town council.

I know that-

We all have to do our best to help that child.

Lucas, you as a father should be the first one to realize that.

Lucas: Now, mrs. Da-

Mrs. Dalrymple: Marshal torrance!

Marshal, somethin' has to be done

About that poor little fogarty youngster.

I don't know, he seems like a normal boy to me,

Just dirty, hungry and curious.

Before that boy is absolutely ruined,

He must be placed in a proper foster home.

The grandpa wants to be left alone, I know.

Then he must be made to understand

It's for the boy's own good.

Maybe just until he gets his place fixed up and...Livable?

Mrs. Dalrymple, you-you don't know mr. Fogarty.

You better let 'im figure this out by himself.

Lucas, now is your chance to help another boy,

Just as you would want mark helped if he were in need.

Grandpa fogarty is not too far out from the time

When every men was his own law.

No ifs ands or buts about it, gentlemen.

I'll do my duty, and I expect you to do yours.

I know how you must feel, lucas, but what if it were mark?

Hey, grandpa, it's mr. Mccain and mr. Torrance.

Go rustle us some kindlin' wood.

Well, come on in, the steam line express train,

What's ailing you?

If you came out to offer me a deputy job,

You just wasted your ride.

Is that so?

Yes, sir. You know I-I stopped packin' a badge

When woody was orphaned.

Thought I'd play it safe, for his sake.

Well, time catches up to all of us.

Yeah, don't it?

Mr. Fogarty, we stopped by to, uh, have a talk about woody.

Woody? That woody boy, he's a cracker.

Well, some of the ladies in town figure he oughta have a-

Well, he oughta have a more substantial home.

That is, until you get on your feet, an' get settled.

Lucas means that you'd maybe feel better if you knew woody

Was in a nice home so he could go to school regular,

Church affairs, kid stuff, you know what I mean.

I must be gettin' old.

Hardly believe my ears.

You gotta figure what's best for woody, grandpa.

You can see 'im all you want.

Lucas mccain, I always trusted you as a friend.

I'd be a poor friend if I didn't speak my true thoughts, grandpa.

Well, now, mr. Fuss an' feathers, you just listen to me!

That boy ain't living on charity, an'

There ain't nobody gonna make a grubline coyote out of him!

There's a lot to be learned from poverty,

Learnin' what's necessary an' what ain't.

Now woody is learnin' how deep he is, how strong he is,

How to depend on himself, how necessary it is to work to live,

An' how he could be proud of the work he does.

He don't see me ascrapin' an' aboundin' to nobody

For crumbs or leftovers,

An' nobody's takin' my grandson away from me,

And that's for sure!

Don't be too hasty, mr. Fogarty.

I'm done talking, marshal, there's your road back home.

I didn't think he'd take it sittin' down.

He sure didn't.

Bye, mr. Mccain an' mr. Torrance.

Bye, woody.

We gonna have enough boards, grandpa?

Hey? You know the way I figured,

We're gonna have just about enough boards to build a flume

All the way from the spring to the house.

Gee! Imagine water runnin' right to our back door.

Yeah, without goin' into debt either, for any pipe or lumber.

Or nails either, if you'd straighten these out real good.

Sure I can, grandpa.

Man: Hey, fogarty!

Who's that, grandpa?

Eh, more nosy neighbors, I reckon.

Time was when a man could have

Some peace an' quiet around here.

You just keep on workin', I'll go an' get rid of 'em.

Yes, sir.

Hey, you! Stop that!

What are you doin' to my goods? Who are you?

You know me, fogarty.

Debo. Debo lee.

Once a bum always a bum, eh? Hah!

You give up hoppin' freights an' gettin' in people's way?

They sentenced you for life.

I changed that sentence!

Like you changed my plans for the pacific express,

Some five years back.

You broke out!

An' that took some doin'.

Yeah, that took some dyin' too.

Ah! you know, with all that money,

You could have it a little fancier around here.

Now you ain't spent it?

I never had it to spend!

I sat in a wet stone cell five years thinkin' about that money.

And that five years have made me

Kind of careless about human life.

Now you just tell me where it is, that simple.

I've told sheriffs, soldiers, treasure hunters,

Railroad bullies, an' I'm tellin' you

I never had that money!

You're the only one who could've touched it.

Oh, you're gonna lose your old age holdin' out my money!

Now you listen to me, when you dynamited that train,

I was a bum ridin' the rail.

I never knew anythin' about that money then or since,

And I'm tellin' you like I told everybody else,

I figured that money burned up in the wreck.

Then how come you're hidin' out down here?

Cuz everybody kept on naggin' at me about the money shipment,

"what did you do with it? Where is it?"

I got so sick of suspicion, I cut an' run.

Nobody's bothered us here.

Us?

Yeah, me and my pig.

Got so I couldn't even tie my shoe

Without somebody watchin' me.

Oh, what a sad story you tell. Ah! The hand.

That hand needs lookin' after.

Save it! I know you've got my money.

I'm gonna wring your scrawny red neck,

An' I'm gonna tear this shack apart till I find it!

it's in the bank.

In what bank?!

north fork. You can go over in the mornin'.

One little mistake...

One mistake an' you're gonna beg for a quick end

The way you used to beg for a- a crust of bread!

All right, now tend the hand.

Yeah, it needs lookin' after.

I tore that takin' the guard.

Yeah.

Stupid guard.

It's a good sign if it stings.

That's good whiskey you're wastin'!

Oh, it's- it's been a long time.

Say, you-you- you need a poultice on that hand?

Old man, I've waited too long to lose you now.

I'm just goin' to the spring to get a yerba buena for your hand.

Yeah.

Ain't no place I got left to run.

If you ain't back in a minute, I'm comin' after you.

An' I ain't got nothin' to lose, you know.

Woody! Woody!

Why you darn fool kid!

You can't even straighten nails

Unless I'm watchin' you every second.

I tell you an' tell you an' you never learn nothin'.

I can take 'em apart, grandpa.

I'll put everythin' back, just like it was.

Oh, it's all wasted! You won't even help me build a flume!

You're the most no good kid I've ever seen.

I'm sorry, grandpa.

It is too late to be sorry.

You an' me is comin' to the partin' o' the ways.

You go on your way an' I'll go mine.

But, grandpa, I ain't got no place to go.

The marshal, an' mccain, them do-gooders in town,

They wanna set you in the lap o' luxury. Go on in to them.

I won't do it again, grandpa, I promise.

Just don't talk like that. I love you, grandpa.

Y-you scat out of here.

I'm sick an' tired of you weighting me down

Like a millstone around my neck.

Go on then to mccain and them others.

They'll baby you an' spoil you rotten. Go on.

Well, all right. All right, I'll find me a place.

A place where there ain't a cranky old man

Yellin' at me day an' night.

Go on.

You an' your ol' water flume!

I ain't never comin' back, you hear? I ain't.

Go on, get off my property!

I ain't never comin' back, you ain't worth it.

Ah!

Now these stirrups just aren't long enough for you anymore.

Guess I'll have to make you some new ones.

I like 'em.

Well it's no good holdin' on to things you can't use, son.

Say, pa, you know those old school books

That I've already gone through?

Mm-hm?

Why don't I give them to woody?

Well, they are for his age an'-

An' he could keep up by studyin' them at home.

That's a good idea, son.

You know, woody may be livin' in a...New home in town soon.

But he's already got a home.

Are they movin' again?

No, mark. You see, mrs. Dalrymple is lookin' around

For a place for woody to stay

While his grandpa fixes up their place.

Oh, that nosy old mrs. Dalrymple.

Now, she's only thinkin' of what's good for woody.

Now, you've seen the conditions,

It's not like they can't see each other anymore.

But pa, they got it better than you think.

They get along real well, laughin' and workin' together,

An'-an' they figured out plans for fixin' up their place.

Mark, you know the old man can't see too well anymore.

Suppose a gun goes off or a...

Fire breaks out, or an axe slips an' woody gets hurt?

But pa, there are things just as important.

Woody's got his grandpa, and they stick up for each other.

The two of them together, like you and me.

An' pa, you-you wouldn't let anyone separate us

If things weren't goin' right, would you?

No, mark, I wouldn't.

I guess sometimes we grownups can't see the forest

For the trees.

I'm gonna see what I can do to let woody stay with grandpa.

Oh, that's great, pa, and when school starts,

I-I can ride with woody every day.

Mr. Mccain! Oh, mr. Mccain, oh, mr. Mccain.

Woody, what is it? Where's your grandpa?

Back home.

What's wrong, are you sick?

no, I'm not sick.

Easy now, son, you tell it the way you want.

He said I was no good to 'im.

I made a pair of stilts,

An' he told me to get out and find another place.

That doesn't sound like your grandpa.

You sure you haven't forgotten somethin'?

No, sir, that's the way it was.

But I was thinkin' maybe the heat's affectin' 'im,

Or it was that man that come.

Grandpa's a real old man, you know,

Maybe there's somethin' wrong.

Him an' me, we don't talk bad to each other.

I ain't really cryin', mr. Mccain,

I just don't know what I'm gonna do.

Course you're not really cryin', because you're here with us

And there's really nothin' to cry about.

Look, it's gettin' late, I'll bet you're hungry.

Mark, can you fix up some scrambled eggs?

Sure can, with strawberry jelly on it.

Now, look, I've got an errand to do, I won't be long.

You stay with mark, huh?

Come on, I'll show you how I can cook.

Ah, you old beggar, you've been a worthless tramp all your life.

I never asked for more than I needed.

I never broke a law or hurt a soul in my life.

Umm.

'cept maybe...Woody.

Woody who?

Woody, best boy I ever knew.

Take my advice old man, don't trust nobody,

Don't care about anybody,

Don't work for anybody except yourself.

It's time we got started for town, huh?

I told you the-the bank don't open till mornin'.

Bottle's empty!

That bank has gotta give you your money when you ask for it.

'spose-'spose 'spose it ain't in that bank?

Ol' man, I'm getting sick of you an' your foolish ways!

Who was that?

Old man, if you so much as cough,

I'm gonna blow it right back down your throat.

Just the pig comin' back to say good night.

Come on, let's go.

All right, hold it!

Grandpa, are you hurt?

Hurt? No, I ain't supposed to say anything,

I gotta go find woody.

Don't worry, he's in good hands.

Now look, mister...Whoever you are, I-I'm harmless.

I-I mean...I mean you- you-

You scared me when you came in without a-a-a friendly hail.

Why, ol' fogarty there an' I,

We were old-time partners, so to speak.

Luke, you all right, luke?

I'm all right, grandpa.

Who is he?

You-you take me to woody, I'll tell you all about it.

Never would have believed you could do it, mr. Fogarty.

It sure is a big improvement.

Yeah, the trouble is when you get water

You gotta find somethin' to wash.

You know, people, floors, clothes, anythin'.

Can't hardly persuade sunshine in the house anymore.

Wanna try, pa?

No, thanks, son, you go ahead and take one big step for me.