McLintock!

Love in the country

Where skies are blue

All you'll be dreaming of

Are the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees

Till you're up to your knees in love

There's a treehouse in the meadow

Below the mountain peak

The perfect place for lovers

When they play hide and seek

There's a covered bridge at Crippled Creek

Where the horses always stop

'Tween the treehouse

And the covered bridge

That's how Mom won Pop

By making love in the country

Where skies are blue

All you'll be dreaming of

Are the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees

Till you're up to your knees in love

There are roses on the trellis

And the scent of new-mown hay

The clingin' vine is jealous

On the fence across the way

There's a great big yellow moon above

And a breeze to sing a song

'Tween the roses and the yellow moon

A fella can't go wrong

When he makes

Love in the country

Where skies are blue

All you'll be dreamin' of

Are the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees

Till you're up to your knees in love!

Lord to goodness. Not again.

- Howdy, Drago. - Morning, Curly.

Makes seven times this month he come home swaggled.

- Six. - Seven.

Six. Once was his birthday. That don't count.

Give me my buggy whip.

Didn't have anything for breakfast but two raw eggs and a mug of honey.

- No! - Curly!

Yes, Boss?

Don't say it's a fine morning, or I'll shoot you.

Get out of here, Bunyan.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Carlos, what are you doing up there?

I hope I get it this time, Mr. McLintock.

My brothers... they got the big hats already.

All right. Let 'em have at it.

Get over.

Did you want to let me drive? You promised me you would sometime.

No! Ya!

Boss, you better watch that turn on the road!

You're gonna kill both of us one of these days.

Thank you, Mr. Boss!

You got cattle in the bank, Boss.

Ya!

Giddyap. Ya!

Keep 'em going.

15 cents a pound all the way to Kansas City.

Ya! Ya!

Now, Boss, there's one old pensioner...

I wish you'd pass up.

- Bunny? - Yeah.

Wish I knew where I'd seen his face before.

He ain't an old timer.

He's just been around town a couple of years.

Aw, you have no milk of human kindness.

Morning, Mr. McLintock.

- Morning, Bunny. - Well, I can see you're in good health.

Never felt better, contrary to what you may hear.

My kidneys ain't what they used to be,

and my liver's been leaving me bilious. - Drago!

Eh.

- Hello, Ben. - Hey, McLintock.

- Drago, throw that in the buggy. - Yes, sir.

- That's a scrubby bunch of sooners, huh? - They are at that.

That ought to make Douglas happy, lining his pockets with land fees.

What are we going to do?

I don't know what you're gonna do, Ben. Me... I do nothing.

200 families. Quarter of beef a week per family.

lf they last two years, that can be a sizable number.

I got 20 head to one of any...

other brand on the Mesa Verde. I'm not hollering.

Some of us haven't got all the money in the world.

Some of us ain't old and tired and feel like being put upon.

You interest me, Young Ben. Go on.

The first time I find one of our hides wearing our brand...

hung on one of them settler's fences, I aim to kill me a plow boy.

You do what you want, McLintock. We'll do what we want.

Fellas my age generally call me "G.W." or "McLintock".

Youngsters call me "Mr. McLintock".

All right, "Mr. McLintock",

not because I'm afraid of you. You're the big yeast out of this country,

and I reckon a fella my age should call you "mister".

He's full grown now, G.W. He's a half-owner of the spread.

I made him a full partner, the day the doc gave me the long face.

Well, you want him to vote...

the first time this territory becomes a state, don't you?

Of course, I do.

These settlers get burned out, there'll be a lot of hollering...

that this country's too wild to be a state,

and we'll go on being a territory some more,

with a lot of political appointees running it...

according to what they learned in some college...

where they think that cows are something you milk,

and lndians are something in front of a cigar store.

I'm looking to you to hold Young Ben down.

I'll do what I can.

Come on over to the house once in a while. We'll rack up a few hands of stud.

G.W., that'll be just fine.

It's a nice morning, ain't it, Boss?

Everybody's entitled to their own opinion.

Like that again, eh? Here's something that'll cheer you up.

About 1,000 head. l figure they'll bring about $1,250.

They're not as fat as I'd like to ship.

- They all off the north range? - Yes, sir.

Settlers. Every one of them with a plow and a Bible,

not the slightest idea of what the range is for.

Drago!

- Drag out that hog-legg. - Yes, sir.

Get me some attention.

Hee ya!

People, people, people!

People!

Come on, all of you! Gather around.

People, come on! Gather around.

l'm McLintock.

You people planned a homestead and farmed the Mesa Verde.

Yes, sir. The government give us each 160 acres.

The government never gave anybody anything.

Some years back, a lot like you came in.

They had a pretty good first year good summer, easy winter.

But the next year, the last rain was in February,

and by June, even the jackrabbits had sense enough to get off the Mesa.

Folks, do you know who that is? That's McLintock...

"George Washington McLintock."

I told them that, Douglas.

He controls the water rights, on 200 square miles of range.

You know that lumber you got? That came from his land.

Cut by his loggers and milled in his mills.

Douglas, I come close to killing you a couple of times, when we were younger.

Saddens me I didn't.

Can you imagine a man who owns all that...

Oh, and mines, too. I forgot to mention them...

All that, and he's begrudging poor people a measly...

a measly, 160 acres.

That right, Mr. McLintock?

- You begrudge us a little free land? - There's no such thing as free land.

If you make these homesteads go, you'll have earned every acre of it,

but you just can't make 'em go on the Mesa Verde.

God made that country for buffalo. It serves pretty well for cattle,

but it hates the plow.

And even the government should know...

that you can't farm 6,000 feet above sea level.

- Any trouble, Mr. McLintock? - No trouble, Sheriff.

- How about you, Douglas? - "Douglas?"

Just plain "Douglas," eh? And you call him "Mr. McLintock".

Why?

Well, "Douglas," I guess it's because he earned it.

- Mr. McLintock? - Yeah?

I'm a good hand with cattle, Mr. McLintock. I'd like a job.

Well, you look strong enough. You come in with those sooners?

Well, yes, sir, but we don't have a homestead.

Can't use you.

Tough life, ain't it, sonny?

Well, ain't much future in being a farmer around these parts.

Ladies, this is the finest chantilly lace, available anywhere.

"Chantilly", Mr. Birnbaum. - Well, believe me, it's the best.

Oh, 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 big hats ain't going to last long the way some folks...

have been dipping into that redeye these days.

Uh-oh.

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 queen's bishop to king 4.

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 want...

- Morning, Mr. McLintock. - Morning, Davey.

You being here saved me a trip.

Oh, that hat and suit of clothes you picked out for my birthday...

well, instead of this cowboy hat,

I'd like to have this one, if it's, uh, all right with you, sir.

Well, it's all right with me, Davey.

Of course, that looks like the kind of a hat...

a fella'd wear down Main Street to start a fight

Oh, l don't need a city hat for that.

All l have 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, l 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"...