McLintock! Page #2

I'd like a job.

Well, you look strong enough.

You come in with those sooners?

Yes, sir,

but we don't have a homestead, and...

Can't use you.

Tough life, ain't it, sonny?

Hell, ain't much future in being a farmer

around these parts.

Ladies, this is the finest Chantilly lace

available anywhere.

- Chant/lly Mr. Birnbaum.

- Well, believe me, it's the best.

Excuse me, please.

Look around, take your time.

Drago, I got 1,000 Havana cigars

and 12 of those hats for you over there.

Them twelve big hats ain't gonna last long...

the way some folks have been dipping

into that redeye these days.

Good morning, G.W.

Good morning. I stole some stick candy.

Please help yourself. Come on in.

Davey, you can forget about

saddling up the horse. Come in here!

- Problem?

- Yes.

Well, if I were blacks,

I'd move the queen's bishop to king four.

Yeah, you might be right.

You know, I was just starting

to work this out when the letter came.

Letter?

- It was...

- What happened? Don't you...

- Morning, Mr. McLintock.

- Morning, Davey.

You being here saved me a trip.

That hat and suit of clothes

you picked out on my birthday...

well, instead of this cowboy hat...

I'd like to have this one,

if it's all right with you, sir.

That's all right with me, Davey.

Of course, that looks like the kind of a hat

a fellow would wear down Main street...

- to start a fight.

- I don't need a city hat for that.

All I got to do is walk down the street...

and some wiseacre will call me an Indian,

and just like that, the fight's on.

Davey, the letter. It's for you,

and you are an Indian.

Yes, I know I'm an Indian.

But I'm also the fastest runner in town.

I've got a college education,

and I'm the railroad telegrapher.

But does anybody say,

Hello, college man, or, Hello, runner...

or, Hello, telegrapher?

No, not even, Hello, knothead.

Davey.

It's always, Let the Indian do it.

Will you go out in the store

and help the ladies?

All right. I'm also bookkeeper,

part-time clerk.

Always, Let the Indian do it.

A lady brought that out here this morning...

asked for it to be taken out

to the home ranch for you.

Handsome lady. Kind of tall, with red hair.

Called me Mr. Birnbaum,

just as if she'd never seen me before...

and as if that veil that covered her face

would keep me from recognizing her.

I though she was in New York or Europe,

or someplace.

So did I.

Jake, you better throw in a couple

extra cases of the boss's favorite bourbon.

That stuff sure gets used up fast

out at our place.

Which reminds me,

you better start tapering off.

- Katherine's in town.

- Katy?

Ladies.

Morning.

- Morning, Mr. McLintock.

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