McLintock! Page #8

It was that young man

whose mother pretends to be your cook.

- Katherine, your wine.

- Thank you, Mr. Birnbaum.

Now, Mr. McLintock,

we have an awful lot to talk over.

First thing I learned about Indian fighting

was to wait for daylight.

What does our conversation

got to do with Indian fighting?

Indian fighting is good experience

for our kind of conversations.

It'll wait, Katherine.

Evening, Sheriff, Mr. McLintock.

We had quite a ride out here.

- I finally got that team settled down.

- It's your move.

- No, it's your move. I just cancelled.

- Now, look here.

You're not going to sit here all night long

and play chess...

when the matter of our daughter

remains unsettled.

I am going to remain here and play chess,

and the matter of our daughter is settled.

- She stays.

- Such stubbornness.

Katherine, your hair.

It is a mess after that awful ride.

No, it's just that

I haven't seen you for a long time...

and it seems to me,

the last time I saw you...

your hair was a little darker, no?

It's a funny thing,

the tricks a man's memory will play.

Mr. Birnbaum, I think that you've

completely lost your mind.

- You have done something to your hair.

- I have not!

If I had, it'd be none of your business.

Certainly not going to put myself

in the place of those Blondine trollops...

that you seem to prefer.

- Take it.

- Oh.

- Fill it.

- Oh.

Good morning.

- You fellows still at it? All night?

- A McLintock never quits.

But a Birnbaum has to.

Besides, the game is over. You got me.

No, Mr. Birnbaum,

you still got a good game.

You play chess?

Please, take over.

- Pretty good?

- Fair.

It looks like I won't have to come into town

always to get a game.

Remember, I'm a bad loser.

- It's your move.

- Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning.

It's morning already.

Cup of coffee?

Yes, thanks, Jake.

You're welcome, Katherine.

- Got any cream?

- Canned cows' milk.

That'll do.

Good old condensed milk.

That reminds me...

I was cleaning out my desk the other day...

and I found something

I wanted to return to you.

Here it is.

It's a medal, remember?

From the President

of the United States of America...

to First Sergeant Michael Patrick Gilhooly...

for bravery above and beyond

the call of duty.

It's your papa.

Reminds me of the first time I ever saw you.

It was over 17 years ago.

You walked into my store, not much bigger

than the bundle you were carrying.

And in the bundle

was the most beautiful baby I ever saw.

And was she hungry.

You walked all the way

from Superstition Creek...

just to trade me that medal

for a case of canned milk.

G.W. Was off somewhere, as usual...

fighting Indians.

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