Synopsis: Chicago hotel clerk Frank Harris dreams of life as a cowboy, and he gets his chance when, jilted by the father of the woman he loves, he joins Tom Reece and his cattle-driving outfit. Soon, though, the tenderfoot finds out life on the range is neither what he expected nor what he's been looking for...
Genre: Western
Director(s): Delmer Daves
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 1 nomination.
92 min

Senor Reece is coming.

- Beg your pardon?

- He's here, in Chicago.

Mr. Reece, did you say?

- He'll be here soon.

- He wants his usual accommodations?

- Just like always.

- Tell him everything will be ready.


Tucker, Hamblin.

Mr. Reece is in town.

He'll want the south wing

of the 2nd floor.

- We already have people in that wing.

- They'll have to be moved.

Tucker, the kitchen and liquor pantry

will need extra waiters.

We'll put Mr. Reece in 200A as usual.

Mr. Fowler,

the Vidals are in that suite.

You're well acquainted with

Miss Vidal. Move them elsewhere.

You just don't move

people like the Vidals.

Bring Mr. Reece's trunks up.

Everything is to be pressed,

evening clothes first.

You know I cannot see you here.

My aunt is inside,

and my father is due.

I know, I have to speak

to your father.

- My father?

- Yes.

It's a hotel situation.

Something about the rooms.

May I wait inside? Please?

Yes, of course.

Last night, I thought it was

the moonlight. I was wrong.

- About what?

- You're just as pretty in here.

- Frank, please!

- You said she doesn't speak English.

She can see the expression in your

eyes. Anybody can understand that.

Did you understand the poem I sent?

Poem? What poem?

- Father, this is...

- Yes, I know Mr. Harris.

There's been a mistake.

It seems these rooms were reserved.

However, I have another suite of rooms

that is much larger.

- There's a breeze...

- We're comfortable here.

Yes, sir. But I'm only acting

on orders from the manager.

- Isn't there anything I can do...?

- Yes, there is.

You can tell me if you wrote...

...this poetry to my daughter.

I'm in love with your daughter.

I'd like to marry her.

I could never approve.

Our way of life is too different.

I don't intend to remain

a hotel clerk.

I came to get in the cattle business,

to make a fortune on the trail.

In Maria's world,

money is no recommendation.

Maria, we are going home.

Let's start packing.

And now, be good enough

to have my bill sent up.

Goodbye, young man.

And don't think

that love can find a way.

I know all the ways.

Here he comes!

- Pleased to have you again.

- Pleasure to be here.

- I want my men taken care of.

- We'll take you to your rooms.

- Bring a large herd?

- Worst trail ever.

Storms, droughts and Indians

fed on my beef.

Send up whiskey and cold chickens.

I'm sick of beef.

Right away.

- You have enough food for the party?

- All taken care of.

And hot baths. We've been

on the trail for two months!

First one to the bath, boys!

- Senor Vidal, what are you doing here?

- A visit. I'm returning to Mexico.

We'll be there in spring.

Any cattle worth buying?

I can sell you all you want.

Hold on to them.

We'll do business when I get there.

Thank you.



We lost 87 head on the stock train

between here and Wichita.

They got shaken off their feet,

kicked to death.

You should have seen that roadbed.

It had rail gaps in it

8 inches wide.

Might've been safer to trail through.

Lose a few pounds, save a few cow.

- How's the opera season this year?

- Beg your pardon?

Opera, man. Opera!

- I don't know, I guess it's all right.

- You guess?

You call yourself civilized,

but know nothing about the opera?

- I keep my mind on business.

- Let's get to business.

- I have 2476 head. Quotations?

- Two and a half cents per pound.

- Could go down by morning.

- Could go up.

I got 80 percent grassers...

...10 percent half-fats,

10 percent canners.

- Little low on canners.

- Little high. You get the best of it.

I figure two and three-quarters

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Edmund H. North

Edmund Hall North (March 12, 1911 – August 28, 1990), was an American screenwriter who shared an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay with Francis Ford Coppola in 1970 for their script for Patton. North wrote the screenplay for the 1951 science-fiction classic The Day the Earth Stood Still and is credited for creating the famous line from the film, "Klaatu barada nikto". more…

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