Giant

There he is. There's the stallion. That's war winds.

Beautiful.

That's my daughter riding him. Leslie.

Leslie's my daughter. She's riding him.

Doctor, that sure is a beautiful animal.

Yes. Well, we'll get to the horses first thing in the morning.

Right now you're coming up to the house and get ready for dinner.

So you're from Nevada, Mr. Beckwith?

Texas, mama.

Nancy: Oh, yes. Texas, Mr. Beckwith? Bick: Yes, ma'am, Texas.

- Benedict's the name. - Oh, yes.

- You're here about the horses? - Yes, ma'am.

I came here to buy your stallion, war winds.

That is, if your daughter don't mind too much.

In all likelihood, our Leslie will be leaving us soon in any case.

Sir David is with the embassy in Washington...

And he's being called back to england.

Will she like it there, do you think?

- She's going to marry him? - Well...

I can tell you all his bad points.

For one thing, he eats too much. Doesn't he, papa?

But you see, it's either war winds or me. Something has to go.

Leslie, you know very well that horse is just too spirited for any woman to ride.

I know, miss Leslie, that your horse is gonna miss you...

And all this green country...

But I'll make him feel right at home in Texas.

Isn't Texas green, Mr. Benedict?

Well, no, ma'am. Not altogether.

You must tell us about Texas, Mr. Benedict.

Bick: Well, ma'am, it's not that easy. Um...

It's different than any other state...

At least that's what we think. But it's almost a different country.

Hmm, from an englishman's point of view...

The mere size of it takes your breath away.

It's big, all right.

And how large are your ranches?

Almost every size. Large, small.

Mr. Benedict's reata is one of the largest of them all.

Oh, really?

Well, just how large is that?

Oh, it's one of the biggest.

- David: Hmm. - How big is that?

Well, there's one or two others as big, I suppose, up where we come from.

One or two others a bit larger down on the coastal plains.

Heh. But come, now, Mr. Benedict, can't you be more specific?

Well, what's the size of your place? Fifty thousand, 20,000 acres?

Around a half a million.

Five hundred and ninety-five thousand acres, to be exact.

Ha, ha. I'd call that quite a parcel.

How many acres did you say, Mr. Benedict?

He said 595,000 acres, mama.

And you should see the greedy look on your face.

Witness excused.

Oh, no, thank you anyhow, miss Leslie.

- Afraid I'd look good in this outfit. - Leslie: Ha, ha.

I like your country.

Why don't you stay on a while, really see something of it?

Roundup time in my country. Big spring roundup.

Your country?

Reata.

Your country, my country. Jordan, you make us sound so far apart.

Maybe...

You could come out and see it...

When you get a chance.

Leslie... David: Leslie, dear.

Miss Leslie. David: Leslie?

I guess I'll be off real early in the morning, so...

."Goodbye.

I'm really awfully glad you came.

And I'm not going to say goodbye to you here in the moonlight.

It would just be too touching. Good night.

Leslie: Oh-ho.

Texas.

Are you in love with him?

Yes, I think so.

Now, will you do me a favor and run along to bed?

- Leslie? - Good night.

If you're not going to marry David karfrey...

Will you give him to me?

Yes. Now, good night.

Bick: As far as I'm concerned, Dr. Lynnton, it's a deal.

- Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money. - He sure is a lot of horse.

Horace: Let's have some breakfast and get going.

Horace: Why, Leslie. Leslie: Good morning.

Bick: Good morning.

Well, you don't look as if you've been dancing all night, miss Leslie.

I came home at a quarter to 11.

And I read about Texas 'until 5 this morning.

Oh, Leslie, let the poor boy eat his breakfast in peace.

Ma'am, that takes a heap of reading, Texas does.

We really stole Texas, didn't we, Mr. Benedict?

I mean, away from Mexico.

You're catching me a bit early to start joking.

But I'm not joking.

It's all there in the history books, isn't it?

This man, Mr. Austin, came down with about 300 families, it says.

The next thing you know, they're up and claiming it from Mexico.

But, Leslie...

Why, I never heard anything as ignorant...

Oh, please, Jordan.

I'm speaking impersonally, about history.

You all think that the glory happened here in the east...

With valley forge and bunker hill. Leslie: Oh, Jordan...

Do you know about San jacinto? Have you heard about the alamo?

Well, certainly.

I read about them all last night.

I didn't mean to be impolite. But it's so new to me.

I just mean... it's just all so new.

And so fascinating.

Leslie, you mustn't talk that way to a texan.

They feel very strongly about their state.

He shouldn't take it so hard.

Jordan, you would think somebody had spoiled you terribly.

Your wife or something.

I haven't any wife. I live with my sister.

Why aren't you married, Jordan?

Leslie, first you attack a man's country,

and now you try to pry into his family life.

Thank you, doctor.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning, Lacey. - Good morning, papa.

How are we doing?

We'll have to be getting along soon, Jordan,

if you're going to make your train.

- Well, good morning, everybody. - Good morning, Nancy.

Good morning, dear. Good morning, Mr. Benedict.

Oh, isn't it a beautiful morning?

Leslie, if Mr. Benedict has finished his breakfast...

Why don't you show him the stables?

We have just quarreled in a polite way about Texas.

- No use trying to pawn me off on him. - Oh.

And anyway, mother, Mr. Benedict is probably engaged to marry...

The daughter at the adjoining ranch...

Who, though beautiful, is comparatively poor...

And only has 200,000 acres and half a million cows.

Oh, heh.

Is she, um, pretty?

Ma'am?

We must hurry.

Mr. Benedict and I will have to be leaving now.

Nancy: Oh.

Horace: Goodbye, everybody.

Benedict.

Who, may I ask, is the lucky young lady that you're going to marry?

With all those cows.

Horace: Benedict.

I'll get the car.

- Funny thing, ma'am. - Yes?

- My neighbor is a girl. - Oh?

- Vashti hake. - Hmm.

Maybe there was some talk of my marrying her, but I'm not.

Come along, Benedict, if you want to catch that train.

Oh. It all sounds so romantic.

Come along, David.

You're for me.

What's that, a wolf?

No, honey.

Just a little old coyote.

Don't you think you've done enough sightseeing for a while?

Tell me as soon as we're in Texas.

That's Texas you been looking at, honey.

For the last eight hours.

I don't know how other brides feel on their honeymoon, Mr. Benedict, sir...

But I'm having a lovely time.

You can't say it's been dull, honey.

That is, um, so far, anyway.

Bick: Wake up, honey. We're here, honey.

Leslie: We're where?

Good morning.

Leslie: Is that Texas?

Bick: It's Benedict, honey. It's where we ship from.

Bick: These people never learn.

I'm Mrs. Benedict.

Leslie: Oh.

That means "welcome the newlyweds." Gracias, angel.

Oh. Gracias, gracias, gracias.

Let's go, Leslie.

And what is your name?

Angel. Angel obregon.

Oh, my, that's a beautiful name. Gracias, angel obregon.

Come on, Leslie, it's 50 miles to coffee.

This is it, honey. This is your home.

But it's huge.

I thought it was a ranch house.

Bick: My old man built it to show the cotton crowd...

That cattlemen were just as high-powered as they were.

Leslie: Why, it's enormous, just for two of us.

Bick: Luz lives here with me.

She's run the house ever since ma passed on.

Some say she even runs the ranch.

Gracias. Gracias.

Take it easy, Leslie.

- What are your names? - Lupe: Lupe.

- Petra: Petra, sefiora. - Lupe? Petra?

- Gracias, lupe. Gracias, Petra. - Lupe: Gracias, sefiora.

Leslie.

- You can't behave like that. - What do you mean, behave?

Down here, making a fuss over those people.

You're a texan now.

Leslie: Well, is that a state of mind?