01x14 - The Brawlers

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Whoa.

Get up. Come on, get up there.
Get up there.

- To greet us, maybe.
- Think so?

Yes.

What are you doing
knocking down our fence?

Whoa, there, Miss Buffalo Bill.
There wasn't any gate.

Well, of course
there isn't a gate.

You're on the Barkley Ranch
and you're trespassing.

Don't try to stomp me
with that beast of yours.

Look, why don't we talk
this over like gentlemen?

There's nothing to talk about except get
those wagons off our land and I mean it.

Your land, is it? Would you like to take
a look at a map I've got that says it isn't?

Map? This is the Barkley Ranch.

I don't want to argue with you, but
from now on, this is the Kilkenny Farms.

Now, get out.

You're not gonna put
that sign up on our fence.

Won't I, now?
Just watch.

I'm telling you
for the last time.

This is Barkley land
and I'm Audra Barkley.

Oh, now, I thought you were
Miss Buffalo Bill.

Look, I'm deaf in one ear, and I don't believe
in wasting time talking to little girls.

Oh, stop it now.
Look what she's doing toJimmy.

Oh, now.

I'm a peaceful man,
Miss Buffalo Bill.

Now, we bought this land,
and we intend to occupy it.

This time I'm not
fooling with you.

Take your hands off of me!

Ouch! Stop it!

Oh, my brothers
will fix you for this.

No, it isn't funny. Stop laughing.

Oh!

- All right, miss.
- You can't do this to me.

Well, what happened to you?

- Horse went lame.
- Where?

- Up by Spring Meadow.
- And you walked? Thas 10 miles.

More like a hundred.

Boy, howdy.

You know, I think I got blisters in places
that I didn't know I had places.

Well, I guess you won't crave
going dancing tonight, huh?

Nope. Got my whole evening planned.
Going to bed.

So will I.

- I wonder whas wrong with her.
- I don't know. Hey, Audra. Whas wrong with you?

You'll find out soon enough.

What will we find out
soon enough?

I can't find the keys
to the g*n cabinet.

- Have you seen them?
- I got 'em right here in my pocket.

- Well, may I have them, please?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Heath, I swear,
if I didn't know better...

I'd say it seems like maybe
Audra plans to sh**t somebody.

Yeah. Who do you suppose
she's gonna sh**t?

No idea.

Think is anybody we know?

- I think we better find out.
- Yep, les go.

- Uh, who do you plan to sh**t, Miss Barkley?
- I don't know his name.

What did he do?

Never mind. But he's gonna
take that sign down.

- Sign, what sign?
- "Kilkenny Farms" or something.

- And then he and the rest of those squatters-
- Squatters?

Moved right into our land.
Knocked down our fence.

- Are you serious?
- You bet I am.

- Sure he's on our land?
- The north pasture.

Pulled down the fence and
started making themselves to home.

- Did you tell them to get out?
- I did.

And then this man-
this big ape told me it was his land.

Sure don't sound like squatters. They
wouldn't sit down that close to the ranch.

- Is not their way.
- No, no, it isn't.

- Hmm.
- Sounds like somebody made a mistake.

- Well, they made a mistake, all right.
- Whoa, easy, little sister.

Now, they didn't harm you
and this is not your job.

- But they did harm me. That big ape, he-
- He what?

- He hit me.
- Hit you?

- He took a punch at you?
- He didn't punch me. But he hit me.

Well, where did he hit you?

I don't see any marks.

You won't.

Oh.

- That isn't funny!
- Not if you don't think so.

Do you think we should go over there
and help Audra sh**t those people?

I mean, it just wouldn't be
right for us to stand around...

- and let somebody injure our sister's dignity, now, would it?
- No, it wouldn't.

No. All right.
I'll go along with you...

to see what all this is about, all right?

There they are.

I tried to make them take that down.

Hey, bucko. Watch where you're going.

- What do you think you're doing?
- I don't know who you are.

But I'm Nick Barkley
and you're on the Barkley Ranch.

You're trespassing on private property.
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Did you hear what he said?

Hello, yourselves. I'm John James
Callahan. We bought this land.

- Bought it?
- Right.

Well, now, isn't that interesting?
We own it and we never sold it.

I'm afraid there's been a mistake.

Well, on your part maybe.
I've got a bill of sale.

He's the one, Nick.
Pulled me off my horse and hit me.

Oh, Miss Buffalo Bill,
I do apologize, and I mean it.

But when you started to hit me with
that little whip of yours, I just up and did it.

- I'm sorry.
- Heath, put that fence back up.

Just leave enough room
for the wagons to get out.

And, uh, Callahan, is it?
I don't know what you're trying to pull...

but I want to see all those wagons
loaded and you out of here.

Do you? By what authority?

Two things. One: We own it.
Two: If you don't, I'll throw you out.

Oh, will you now?
Thas a sight I'd like to see.

But before you try, would you like
to look at some documents I've got?

No. All I want to look at is the tail end
of your wagons through that fence.

Leave that alone.

- Take that sign down.
- Leave it alone.

- Miss, if you'd just be so kind.
- Hey, now.

- Stop threatening my niece.
- Wait a minute now.

How would you like a punch
in the nose for your trouble?

Well, I didn't come here to cause you
no trouble, but you are on private land.

Do you want to fight
or don't you? Come on.

Hey, Callahan,
or whatever your name is.

This is no nonsense
for young girls and old men.

You're on private property.
You're breaking the law.

I've heard about
you hooligan squatters.

Oh, would-would you
mind repeating that?

Clean your ears out. I said I've heard
about you hooligan squatters.

Will you step down here and take your lickin',
or do you want me to drag you off?

You name it, and you'll get it.

Down here, man. And I think
I'm going to enjoy this.

Heath, hold this.

- Nick.
- They might steal horses too.

Jimmy!

Jimmy Callahan,
you stop this fighting.

- You're a man grown and you ought to have better sense.
- Ma, get out of the way.

This man is trying to kick us
off land that we bought...

- and I'm going to clout his head for him.
- The land you bought?

- Thas right.
- Thas the biggest bare-faced lie I've ever heard.

- Are you calling my mother a liar?
- I'm calling you a liar.

- Ma, get out of the way.
- Stop it now, both of you. Listen to me.

- Show him the papers, Jimmy.
- Ma, I tried to. He don't want to see them.

Don't you want to see
the map and the bill of sale?

We're honest folk.
Came all the way from County Kilkenny.

- Go get the papers, Jimmy.
- Go get 'em. Les settle this.

Mr. Barkley, we bought this land
in San Francisco...

from a land company,
the Aquila Land Company.

- I'm sure you've heard of them.
- No, I haven't.

- You haven't?
- No!

Nick, you don't suppose,
with Mother and Jarrod in San Francisco...

they coulïve sold
some of the land?

- How could they? They woulïve told us.
- They woulïve wired us.

All right. Bill of sale,
land map, contract to the deed.

Now who's lying?

As a matter of fact, you're trespassing
on our land if you'll check your maps.

Those fence lines
should be three miles back.

This is not a deed.
Is a contract of sale.

There's not a Barkley name on it.
Doesn't mean a thing.

Oh, it doesn't, does it?
We paid hard cash for this, legal.

And right here is where
we're gonna stay, you understand?

I think you better
understand something.

This land didn't come cheap.

We paid for it with sweat and pain
and a quantity of blood. Is ours.

And not this piece
of paper or your say-so...

is gonna make us
give up one inch of it.

- Check your own maps.
- I intend to do just that. And also check our survey line.

I still say you're a bunch of hooligan squatters.

When you come back...

bring your apology
wrapped in a blue ribbon.

- Les go.
- Nick, I better put up this fence.

You leave the fence alone.

Well, now, you know,
if our cattle get through here...

and down into the swamp,
you're gonna pay for them.

Now thas $30
on the hoof, per head.

And I don't think
you can afford that.

All right.
We don't want your cattle.

- Put up a fence, but leave a gate so we're not hindered.
- See you.

All right. Come on.

I'm gonna need a hammer.

Miss, would you get me a hammer?

Don't be giving Sharon orders.

Maybe I'll, uh, maybe I'll
put up the fence myself.

Wasn't no order.
I thought I asked her kind of politely.

And don't be using
your polite tricks on us either.

We've heard about landlords like you who would
steal the pennies off the eyes of a dead man.

I'm gonna need a shovel too.
'Cause I've got a lot ofholes to dig.

Sharon, why do you
suppose the English...

are such an uncommon rude
and argumentative race?

Tell me, did you ever think of changing
your name to Sweeny or Brannigan?

- People would like you a whole lot more.
- Sweeny, Brannigan?

No, no, I wouldn't wanna claim
the honor of being Irish.

But, you know, there's one thing
I always did admire about the Irish.

And thas their "toleration"
of all us other races, less fortunate.

Did you, now?

Well, what do you think of that?

You landlords are all alike.

You don't understand
what it means to be without.

Thas where you're wrong,
miss, dead wrong.

Now, les stop jawing around here,
and get me that hammer and shovel...

or I just may let you
put up that fence.

Audra!

Audra!

Audra, Silas,
somebody, anybody!

What are you looking for,
Mr. Nick?

I'm looking for the north section maps.
I wanna check our property line.

- Where's Audra?
- Uh, Miss Audra seemed upset. She went to bed.

- Have you seen Heath?
- No, sir. He hasn't returned as yet.

Well, where is he? Shouldn't have taken him
more than an hour to put up that fence.

- Is this the map you're looking for?
- No, no, no.

Thas the section across from the
swampland. The old Larabee homestead.

- Oh, blast it!
- All right.

- Silas, will you help me clean it up?
- Thas all right.

Well, now,
where have you been?

Did you stop off
someplace?

Well, putting up the fence takes
a little longer than tearing it down.

The post holes were already dug,
all you had to do was-

- Made a gate too. That took a while.
- Mm-hmm.

Then I thought it was a good idea to stick
around and get acquainted with the people.

Why?

I wanted to find out
if they were really squatters.

They're squatters, all right. An elephant
in a bathtub couldn't be plainer.

Nick, I know I may have
mentioned this before...

but isn't itjust possible that whileJarrod is
in San Francisco selling some of our beef...

he might have dealt off
some of our land?

Without saying anything to us?
Sell off the best land we've got?

I don't say he did,
I just say he might have.

Do you realize that that piece
of land controls the stream...

that waters the whole north pasture?

And if anyone fouls it up or diverts it...

we're gonna have to
haul water in here on our backs.

Well, I don't guess Jarrod would sell it then.
Unless he had good reason to.

Well, he hasn't.
And by the time he gets back...

there will be a dozen more families squatting
alongside the ones that are already there.

I don't think there
will be any more coming.

Well, now,
what makes you say that?

- I don't think they're squatters.
- Oh, well, what are they then?

I think maybe they're just good, honest
people that maybe made a mistake.

Maybe made a mistake?

Heath, I thought
you'd been around.

- Well, I've seen a few things.
- Well, not nearly enough.

Nobody accidentally stumbles
onto somebody else's fenced off land.

If you're looking for the north section
boundary map, Jarrod took it with him.

Took it to San Francisco?
Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I suppose
is 'cause you didn't ask me.

Heath, whose side
are you on anyway?

Now, look, Nick, there's no use getting
yourself worked up into a lather.

We'll just take a ride down to
Stockton and send a telegram toJarrod.

Clear the whole thing right up,
wouldn't it, there, Silas?

Seems to me it would. You want me
to put all these away, Mr. Nick?

Yeah, put them away.

No, I'm sorry folks,
but I can't give you no credit.

I'd like to have your business,
but is got to be cash.

There will be plenty
of cash once we get started.

I've got a sign inside that says,
"In God we trust, everyone else pays cash. "

Now, I put that sign up
after a lot of experience.

Come on, UncleJimmy.
He's as bad as all the others.

Beg your pardon.
Oh, you.

- Assaulting people on the street.
- What are you talking about? You bumped into me.

Never mind. Don't apologize.
I know you Barkleys.

Swindlers. You sell a man land,
and then you try to snatch it back from him.

- All right. Get out of my way.
- Oh.

Am I blocking your path,
Mr. Barkley? Excuse me.

Listen, Callahan. I'm gonna
send a telegram to San Francisco...

to check up on this so-called
bill of sale and contract of yours.

Then you'll probably want to buy
me a drink, but no, thank you.

My grandfather, God rest his soul,
gave me two bits of advice.

One: Never burn down
an orphanage. And two:

Never take a drink
with an Englishman.

Come, Sharon.

There's your so-called
decent people, come on.

You don't need me to help you
send that telegram, do you?

- No. Why?
- I've got something I want to do.

Don't you go over to Big Annie's and get
yourself in any trouble. We've gotta get back.

Me? I don't know what you mean.
I'm going down there to the music store...

- to get me some sheet music.
- Yeah, and I'm a trained bear too.

There should be an answer
on this right away, Fred.

- How long does it take to get to San Francisco?
- Oh, no time at all.

Thas fine.

As soon as you get a reply...

- see to it is delivered out to the ranch, will you?
- Mm-hmm.

There you go.

Well, is that a fact?

Busted down the fences?

Well, it seems to me, Nick, the first thing
you ought to do is tell the sheriff.

And then file an injunction,
get papers served on it, and then-

Fred, just send
the wire, please.

- Send the wire?
- Yeah.

Well, there must be another store.

Hey, thas our wagon.

Mr. Boswell here decided
to change his mind about your credit.

- He did?
- On Mr. Barkley's guarantee.

Take that out of there.
We don't want any of it.

Well, I thought this was
the least we could do.

You can take your guarantee
and keep it to yourself.

We don't want any of it.

Young lady, all Mr. Barkley
is trying to do is-

When his kind give,
they want something in return.

I've had experience.

We don't want your
guarantee or nothing else.

Now, take it easy.
You don't have to mistrust everybody.

I won't say I know how to give a gift,
but you don't know how to accept one.

I know you fine landowners,
and thas enough.

Now take your filthy food
out of our wagon. We don't want it.

Do what she says, lad. Take it out.

Hello, Mother.

- How was the shopping?
- Oh, just fine.

- And this is for you.
- What?

Oh, I know is not your birthday.
Just something extra.

- Well.
- Whas the telegram?

Thas from Nick.
He's got some squatters.

- They claim they bought part of the north section.
- We didn't sell any, did we?

No. As a matter of fact, I'm trying
to lease more land. We could use it.

"TheJumping Frog
of Calaveras County by Mark Twain. "

He wants an answer.

All right. Come on.
We'll go down to the telegraph office.

And then I promise to take you to Monte's.
Their pepper steak is famous.

If I know your brother, he's a lot hotter
than that pepper steak right now.

He helped your father
put up those fences.

Jarrod, maybe we'd better
skip dinner.

You want to go back
to the ranch?

And in a hurry.

All right then.
Thas what we'll do.

What does he think he's doing?

Why don't you ask him?

Hi. Nice weather.

- What are you doing?
- Is, uh, good growing weather.

Those are weeds.

Well, these are lamb's quarters.
You cook them, same as spinach.

Oh, are they good to eat?

We don't need someone
telling us to eat weeds.

You know, Callahan,
when I was a kid...

we used to eat cactus with the spines
all peeled off and boiled...

this and cornmeal mush
and pretty glad to get it.

Thas not a bad idea, lad.

We might just have ourselves
some of these greens for supper.

Uh, would you be good enough
to show Sharon which ones they are?

Be glad to.

She's a homely girl,
but she's got a lot of fine qualities.

We have trouble finding
young men to call on her.

Oh, shut up, UncleJimmy.
You're not funny.

What did I say wrong? I was just gonna
suggest that you might like to stay for supper.

Well, for a homely girl, she's uncommonly
pretty. I'd be obliged to stay.

Oh, well, I'll have Ma set an extra place.

Well, I coulïve asked
what you were doing here.

- Picking lamb's quarters.
- For them?

- Hey, watch where you're going.
- All right, the party's over.

This telegram proves
you're all trespassing.

All right, move those wagons
out of here. You're all squatters.

Now, this telegram says you've got no sale,
no deed, no contract, no nothing.

Now load up these wagons and get.

But we paid the man.
He signed the deed.

- We ought to know. Our own money and we paid it out.
- Took us five years to save it.

I don't see how your telegram
proves anything.

Maybe you're part of a Yankee swindle,
but is not gonna work with us.

- This telegram says it will.
- Aw, I coulïve sent me own self a telegram.

Well, if it isn't Mr. Barkley,
the English landlord. Good day to you, sir.

Callahan, if you had any sense, you'd have all
these people load up these wagons and get out.

Your whole blarney game is over.

Is it, now? And the Irish peasant
is swindled again...

by the English lord
upon his fine horse.

Barkley, lad...

would you like me to part
your hair with this spade...

or will you step down here
and find out right now...

if you're man enough to throw
anybody out of anywhere.

Callahan, you don't know
how much I'm going to enjoy this.

All right now.
Everybody stand back.

Hear me? Stand back now
and give them a little air.

Les form a ring here.
Form a ring.

There will be plenty of room
for the contestants to fight.

You hear me?
Stand back.

All right, gentlemen.
Come here.

Observe the Marquis
of Queensberry rules. All right.

Come on.
Give it to him, Jimmy, boy.

You are clumsy, aren't you?

On your feet. On your feet.

For the head, Jimmy.

Stop it.

Come on, get up.

Jimmy, you've got
to watch his right.

And his left.

Thank you.

Come on.

Hey, now, watch it.

Hit him, Jimmy! Come on!

Get up.

Come on, Jimmy.
There you go.

Come on, now.

- Had enough?
- Enough of what?

- Are you licked?
- Oh, you'll never see that day.

Yeah, I'm licked.
What are you doing, resting?

I'll show you who's resting.

Jimmy, come on, boy.

Come on, Jimmy. Come on.
Get on your feet, boy.

Good, lad.

Come on, you quitter.
Stand up and fight.

I'm gonna throw you
out of here, squatter.

Watch it. Jimmy, watch it.

- There now.
- Come on, come on.

Hit him, Jimmy.
He's weakening.

Jimmy, Jimmy.
Come on there, lad. Come on, Jimmy.

Well, you whipped him, big brother.

Now I think we'd better
get back to the ranch.

Aw, Jimmy boy.

Where did he go?
Where did he go?

Well, is been a real nice morning.

See you now, you hear?

"Squatters trespassing.
Suggest injunction to remove them.

"Aquila Land Company
fraudulent corporation.

Jarrod Barkley, San Francisco. "

Don't mean a thing.
Anybody can send a telegram.

We paid our money and we'll stand
our ground. We ain't moving.

I don't want to keep
getting in your hair.

- I know you're doing what you think is right.
- Then don't.

You've gotta let me say what I think.
There's one difference between you and me.

I know what it is
to be poor and you don't.

Are you trying to tell me
that being poor is an excuse to steal?

- No.
- Did you ever have to steal, Heath?

No, but I've come pretty close to it
when I couldn't eat mud anymore.

- But you didn't, did you?
- No, and neither have those people.

We just don't see
eye-to-eye, do we?

- Nick, if you'll just stop and listen one minute.
- You stay out of this.

Sometimes you get mad and
do things you're sorry for.

Like what? Working my guts out
to build this place up...

so someone can come along and squat on it,
steal it out from under our noses?

I'm warning you, Heath.
You stay out of this.

LikeJarrod said in the telegram,
get a court order, talk to the sheriff.

Nick, there are women
and children out there.

Oh, now, thank you, Heath.
Thank you very much.

I really appreciate that.

You're telling me now that I'm gonna go
around sh**ting down women and children.

- I don't mean that, but it could happen.
- Either you stay out of this...

or I'm gonna bust the rest
of these knuckles in your face.

I wish you would, Nick.

I didn't mean that.

Callahan.

What do you want?

Callahan, what I'm gonna tell you is about
as true and sensible as a man can get.

We're not leaving. We paid our money
and we're honest people.

Callahan, thas Nick and some of
our men coming, and they've got g*ns.

Now, if you want to see this land
fertilized with somebody's blood...

- then don't listen to me.
- What is it you've got to say?

Look, Callahan, I believe you.

I know you paid your money.
Somebody swindled you, but it wasn't us.

Now, Nick is not a bad man,
but right now he's mad.

Well, I'm mad too.
Why should I believe what you tell me?

If somebody starts sh**ting,
there could be somebody dead.

You, Nick, Sharon, the children.

Is it worth that?

Get in there.

All right, Callahan.
The fooling's over.

Load up these wagons.

Callahan, please.

Callahan.

Tell your friend to get out of the way.

Put that shotgun away.
You're not going rabbit hunting.

It would only blow up on you
if you tried to use it.

All right. We'll go.

It won't be the first time poor people lost
land they were trying to feed themselves on.

But I want you to be proud
of yourself, Nick Barkley.

You've got thousands of acres
as far as your eyes can see.

And there are six families here that have
lost all their money, got no place to go.

And when winter comes, the children are
gonna be crying from the hunger and the cold.

You be proud of that.

- Nick?
- Yeah.

- What do you want?
- Why don't you talk to Heath?

You can tell Heath
to take a jump for himself.

One of you ought to give in.

Well, is not gonna be me.

And you stay out of this.

Would you like
a cup of coffee, Mr. Nick?

Now, what is this?
Am I getting sympathy or something?

I threw some squatters off our land.

Nobody's giving you sympathy, Nick.

Is just maybe you're going to far.

Too far? You're the one that came screaming
for action when you got your backside paddled.

Well, now, what are you
waiting around here for?

Nothing.

I guess you think I should do
something for these people, huh?

I didn't say that.

Silas, if you say to me...

"Mr. Nick, your father would have
done such-and-such, and such-and-such"...

I'm gonna take you and that dust rag
and throw you both right out the window.

Go ahead, is your window.

I'm not telling you
what to do, Mr. Nick.

- Not much, you aren't.
- Do whatever you please.

Thas the way you always do.

Silas.

What if I said to you
to take the wagon...

and throw a couple of sides of beef in it
along with a couple of sacks of flour...

and take it out to them tomorrow?

I wouldn't fuss about it none.
Thas up to you, Mr. Nick.

Then do it!

And get out of here. I'm busy.

All right, Mr. Nick.
I guess you know your own mind.

Jimmy, we've got to do
one thing or another.

We can't just sit here.

I made a great bargain for us,
finding that land agent. Now look.

You did your best, son.

And I'm proud you stopped the fighting.
We're law-abiding people.

Well, the law belongs
to them like the Barkleys.

- The rich make their own laws.
- Not all of them, Jimmy.

There's no law says we can't be together,
can't trust each other.

Shall we pack up?
They want to know.

Whoa.

- Well, where is everybody? Nick must have gotten my wire.
- Not even Silas.

Well, they're just not
anxious to see us, thas all.

The least thing they coulïve done
is left word at the station.

Nick, Heath, Audra.

- Silas.
- Oh, really.

Guess who?

Whas going on?

- Good to see you.
- Played a little dirty trick on you, right?

Hello, Silas.

Which way, Jimmy?

Which way do we head?

No. We're not gonna go.

We've paid our money
and we're not gonna move.

We've come 7,000 miles, and we've been
duped and pushed around and laughed at.

And now we're going to fight.
Give me that shotgun.

The Barkleys have got more land than they
can use, and we are not going to starve.

- Jimmy, don't be saying something we'll all be sorry for.
- Whas the use of running, Ma?

We're gonna stay
right here, all of us.

And if they want
to come and throw us out...

they're gonna have to fight
every man, woman and child...

with pitchforks, stones and clubs.

If they want a fight,
we'll give 'em a good one.

Give me that horse, Hogan.

You're right, Jimmy.

We're right behind you to a man.
We're right behind you.

If we don't want to move,
they can't move us.

Now, get yourselves clubs
and stay in the wagons.

And if they bring me
back on a board...

continue the fight.

- Where's Nick Barkley?
- Uh, Mr. Barkley is-

Get out of my way.

- Now where is he?
- Silas, did you see the package we-

- I didn't know we had a visitor.
- I'm looking for Nick Barkley.

- Do you always come calling with a shotgun, Mr. -
- Callahan.

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't.
Who are you?

I'm Nick's mother, and this is my home
you have just broken into.

Well, this is between me and him.
Where is he?

Do you plan to sh**t him?

I plan to stand up for whas right
and not be pushed around.

Mr. Callahan, Nick would put
a half a dozen holes right through you...

by the time you got
that shotgun c*ck and ready.

- You don't want that, do you?
- Maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn't.

But we're not gonna be pushed off land
that we paid our hard-earned cash for.

I see. Silas, would you take
the gentleman's hat?

Perhaps I can get you something,
a glass of port or tea?

And he can't hide behind
his mother's skirts either.

Well, you don't want
to sh**t me, do you?

I only want whas right.

Silas, do we have
any Irish whiskey?

Perhaps Mr. Callahan would join me
in a glass. A gentleman wouldn't refuse.

Don't be using
your grand manners with me.

This is no business for a woman to be
meddling in, if you'll pardon my saying so.

Well, perhaps it would have been better
if a woman had meddled from the beginning.

- Now, I'm very sorry for whas happened-
- You're sorry?

Then why is he pushing
six families out to starve?

My son Jarrod checked the land agent who
swindled you when we were in San Francisco.

He's wanted by the law, and you have
absolutely no legal rights to occupy-

- Callahan, get out of this house!
- Put down that ridiculous g*n.

Nick, stop shouting
when I'm speaking to a guest.

- Mother, thas the squatter I was telling you about.
- Nick, come down here.

You don't want Mr. Callahan to sh**t me
while you're gone, do you?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Barkley.
I came here to sh**t your son, not you.

Oh, well, then you'll want
a drop before the serious work.

Sit down, Mr. Callahan.

To your health, Mrs. Barkley.
And bad luck to your son.

Callahan, get out of this house. What kind of
a hooligan are you, busting into a man's home?

- Nick, apologize to our guest.
- Thall be the day!

Such rudeness. How do you put up with it,
Mrs. Barkley? From your own son.

Either you get out of here,
or I'll throw you out.

Nick, you sit over there, I said.

Your health, may it all be bad.

You both could do
one sensible thing.

- Whas that?
- Stop insulting each other.

You'll pardon me, Mrs. Barkley.
You're a fine woman.

But there's lots about
your son needs insulting.

I don't think thas
very funny, Mr. Callahan.

- I'm trying hard to make sense out of this thing.
- Sense?

You'll never make sense
with that bull-headed hooligan.

Nick, please. Now you must find the men
who took your money and get it back.

Until then, tell your people
they can stay where they are.

- Stay where they are?
- Thas a decent offer, Mrs. Barkley. You're a fine woman.

Stay where they are and Callahan
will go off hunting this swindler of his...

if one ever existed, and that will be
the last we see of him for six months.

Then we'll never get rid of them.

And if they stay here long enough,
they get squatter's rights.

And every court in the country
will back them up.

No they won't. And Mr. Callahan, when you do
get your money back, buy some other property.

Our land is not for sale. Is that clear?

Fair enough. I promise you, we'll leave
as soon as we get our legs under us.

Good. Now shake hands.

- With him? Oh, no.
- I want you both to go together and find that man.

Together? Mother,
what sense is there in that?

Where's your respect
for your mother?

Shake hands.

Well, do what your mother says.

Hey, cut out the snoring, will you?

- You, you're snoring.
- Who's snoring?

You sound like somebody
strangling a sick moose.

Why don't you both shut up?

Quiet in here.!

- Now, whas going on?
- Conductor, this Irish ditch digger's sh**ting off his face.

Any more out of you,
and I'll throw you off the train.

Now, wait a minute, Conductor.
He's the one that started yelling.

- You keep out of it.
- You smell like Paddy's pig to boot.

Your mother said no fighting,
but I can't take that.

- Then don't.
- You start anything, and I'll throw you both off the train.

- Now I-
- You and what army?

Quiet, quiet in here.

Louts.

Is the same clerk. The one
that introduced me to him.

Hello, there, Fogarty.
How's your mother's bunions?

You remember me, don't you?
John James Callahan.

- I was here a couple of weeks ago.
- Oh, yes, Mr. "Hallahan. "

No, Callahan.

My friend and I would like a room.

By the way, you haven't seen our friend
PowellJ. Welsh recently, have you?

- PowellJ. Welsh?
- You introduced me to him. Is he still upstairs?

No, no, he isn't. He checked out.

Now, if you'll just sign the register.
I don't know anything about him.

You don't, don't you?
I think you do and I'm here to get him.

He's not here. And don't you go
starting any trouble.

I think you're in cahoots with him,
skinning greenhorns out of their money.

Callahan, why don't we call
the police and get a warrant?

I don't need any help.
He's upstairs and I'm gonna get him.

The man you're looking for
ain't here. So don't start nothing.

Oh, he ain't, ain't he? You wouldn't
be trying to stop an honest man...

from laying his hands on that
lying swindler, would you?

He's upstairs. Les get him.

Well, well, well.
Now, if this isn't a pretty picture.

Les not have any of that.
Just get us out of here, huh?

I was just a little surprised,
to say the least.

- It wasn't his fault. It was me.
- Don't you take all the credit.

Well, if you'd bothered to ask me,
I coulïve told you...

that the whole town has been
looking for your land swindler...

and they've already
picked him up in Sacramento.

What about our money?

Well, there, I'm afraid, there's no hope.
He spent it all. Faro, roulette.

- Can't get any of it back?
- Not a red cent.

Well, come on.
Our lawyer's paid our fine. Come on.

I can't go back and face them.
It was me got them into it.

And every blasted thing
I've done is wrong.

You tried, man. Now,
they can't hang a man for trying.

I'm a dumb rotten clod.

You know, I think you're right.

All right.
Les get ready to move.

You're heading the wrong way.

Says who?
We're getting off your property.

Callahan, there's some land as dry as a bone,
we can't even get a buzzard to live on it.

Is about 70 miles south ofhere.

All we do is pay taxes on it.

But with irrigation-

Well, all I'm trying
to say is you can farm it...

that is, if you think you're man enough.

But with hard work, you might
be able to make something out of it.

Don't do us no favors.

The lanïs no good the way it is.

People who know how to work
just might make something out of it.

Well, what about it?

Well, is kind of charity,
no matter how you put it.

How Irish can an Irishman be?

- Is this your mother's idea?
- No, is his.

Maybe is about time
you stopped being poor proud...

and learned how
to accept something.

We accept. And we thank you.

Uh...

you wanna go along
and help them get settled?

Love to.

Give them the map.

Callahan, see if you can find it without getting
on the wrong side of someone's fence.

The next time this sign goes up,
is gonna stay up for good.

Shall we go? Hyah!